When my cousins and I were younger, we’d celebrate Halloween and All Saint’s Day together. What we’d do is we’d go to the cemetery where our grandparents are buried and stay overnight.

We are, however, not unique. In the 3 years we did that, the cemetery seemed to get more crowded than the last. People would flock armed with tents, rechargeable lamps, banigs, books, playing cards, portable radios, coolers filled with ice water, soda and sometimes (or most of the time) beer, and enough food to last for a week.

Well, you don’t really need to bring food. If you have the money, you can just buy from the many concessionaires littered around the park selling pizza, burgers, drinks, shawarma, fishballs, and heck, even pirated CDs.

We’d been so busy and frankly, felt too old for this kind of thing for the past years. On the way home from the mall earlier, I heard on the radio that people still do this kind of thing, though with more restrictions: you can’t bring a guitar inside the cemetery anymore.