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Did you know November 1st of each and every year is a public holiday? That’s the case here in the heartlands of the third world.

It’s the time of the year where millions of Filipino people pay their respects to the dead kind. They flock cemeteries like rodents in the dark.

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I went to the cemetery today with my dad, my sister and my brother to visit my grandmother (mom’s side) and my grandfather (dad’s side) and boy oh boy I had the ultimate "snap-snap" reality check today.

Cemetery

When I saw my grandfather’s grave, I realized, SHIT…

WE MUST BE SOOO FUCKING POOR.

Granddad

It really is not funny to see one of your ancestors buried in a nasty plot when clearly there are others ON TOP OF THE FOOD CHAIN who have full-blown familial mausoleums.

Mausoleums

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The ones on those pictures aren’t even the top-of-the-line mausoleums. These are the cheap ones made out of stone (and not marble). It made me think: surely my clan must be REALLY poor not to be able to afford one of those mini dead person houses.

I told my dad I DONT WANT TO BE BURIED IN ONE OF THE NASTY REGULAR plots.

I asked him how many plots do we need to get in order to get a decent dead person house.

He made this funny "let me calculate" face and said that in my case, I’ll be needing 4 bathrooms, a kitchen, a living room, a salon, a maid’s area and a huge walk-in wardrobe to store all my material stuff.

In other words, he told me I don’t need a mausoleum. I need THIS:

Buckinghampalace

Bah.

After visiting my grandparents’ plots for a few minutes, we went back to the car and drove home.

On our way back, I had this dirty thought at the back of my head.

My dad had always taught me and my siblings to LOVE OUR OWN.

I do love my own… in my OWN little ways…

But in all seriousness

I found the answer why I don’t.

How can I love my own when my own looks like this?

*I’m kidding*

I miss my grandparents. :(

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The only thing that cheered me up was this random old woman at the cemetery with a Dior (probably a FAUX DIOR) bag.

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Long live the new-moneyed ones (like me, you and others) with illusions of grandeur.

Happy all saints day!

Baboosh!