All Saints Day / First of November

I was just a kid when my father died and it's already been 17 years since. I have precious few recollection of him but if there's one thing for certain, he had great love for me and my folks. He was known for being the hardworking, amicable, people person who had such a positive outlook in life that I wish I have even half of. When he passed away, it was quite a struggle for my mother, raising me and my siblings and trying to keep everything from falling apart. I guess that we were blessed that after all these years, we are still going on strong and proud to be survivors in our own right. :)

November 1 is the time of the year when my family, my relatives and I go and visit my father's grave together. I admit I don't visit his grave as much as I imagined I should but I wanted to keep it solemn. I prayed for him the moment I stepped before his grave. Of course I know how to pray but I'm not too accustomed to praying for myself. I usually pray for the people I love. Pessimism notwithstanding, I think they deserve it more than I do.

Probably with the number of folks who visit his grave every year this day that the first of November becomes (not inadvertently, though) a reunion of sorts. When we went home, it was the usual karaoke battle (times like these I wish my father could witness how much of a diva I became! ha ha!)-- no alcohol, just clean fun. We wanted to make this a reminder of all the good stuff my father had. I guess he himself would have wanted us to reunite with a positive light. :)

Is ya sick?

Yea, WAS I SICK! Been feeling ill for the past week and it feels depressing! Imagine yourself puking your guts out for F***ING THREE STRAIGHT DAYS! I had to file a week-long leave from work (both jobs, mind you). I miss the people-bashing, the abnormally late lunch and cig breaks and I badly miss my work friends! :( It was quite a dilemma being sick because as much as I wanted to earn a little moolah for working, my doctor told me I have to prevent myself from killing myself for working sick (or at least, die of too much puking). My mind is suffering the most out of this kodak moment, I think *sigh*. I am so ready to go back to my workstation this Sunday! Let's get it on!

Dayshift (Or dayshit?)

One of the more interesting things about my work is that we change schedules quarterly. Currently, I was assigned the 4pm to 1am shift. At first, I thought this is the worst sched ever. I am just glad that it wasn't even half as bad as I thought, especially since, the people I work with during this ungodly shift are such cool peeps -- especially my homegirl, Naria! Too bad, workforce had to transfer her to a much earlier schedule. Damn, who am I going to spend my lunch breaks with!? Hwaahhh!!!!!

Bills, Bills, Bills (They suck, by the way)

Are you paying the household bills? If you are, then I think you are feeling me right now. If not yet, I say: enjoy it while it lasts. If not EVER, well, y'all are a bunch of lucky sonuva--!!! Ha ha ha!

Just pouring my thoughts, is all...

Shout Outs...

To Naria and Nylre: Thanks for the concern! Love you both!

To my twin, Starsky03: I miss you so bad, gurl! I can't wait to hear from you again. Love ya lots and I do appreciate the concern. I'm okay now.

To my big brother: No matter how f***ed up I am, you try to keep my sanity. Thanks for the foot-long hotdog sandwich just now! He he!

And oh yeah, I do miss my blog friends! Kisses to y'all! Peace out!