"A day (and night) at the cemetery"

Cemeteries aren't scary at all.

Especially when it's November one and two, the time of year where everyone in the country visit their loved ones who have passed away. That's because you're surrounded by so many other loved ones (that are still alive, let me point out) and you're all there simply to have fun.

Here is my Lola (grandmother), smiling and having a great time with her children, grandchildren, and off course, husband, who is six feet below her. Notice how there isn't a trace of sadness in her face? That's my Lola!

And she was so nice to set a plate of noodles for Lolo (grandfather).

Tito Jesse, Papa Joseph, Tatay Bert.
Three uncles of mine in a row.


Here are only 1/12th of my cousins (except for the girl being strangled, she's my sister).
One is endorsing McDonalds, one is in a playfully murderous mood, One just wants to smile, while the McDonalads cousin goes off and plays with the zips.

It's the peanut man!!!

Once night time came, the little children started to play and run around like crazy. They're like werewolves I tell ya!

My Titas (Aunts) chatting.

Next time on I Heart Manila:
Because I chose to stay an extra week in Cavite since the cemetery experience, all the photos in my upcoming posts will all be about life there. I've divided them into different categories, so I wouldn't get confused. Mind you, there's a lot of them.