At around 11:00 in the morning of May 8, 2008, our house helper went upstairs informing me that two men were were looking for me down stairs.

Right at that moment, I was so tensed waiting for the computer technician to come to do the check up of my sister's computer. I wished then it could be repaired before my sister comes home from out-of-town business.

As I went down, I saw the faces of two matured men, Arturo and Nonoy, who were known to be my classmates in fourth year high school batch of year 1977. They told me about our school mate, Arne, who died of prostate cancer. My first thought was he died of a sickness caused by alcoholism.

I was really tensed then that I expressed my desire to follow them to the place where the cadaver lain in state for the ongoing vigil. After a moment, they left and I was reflecting on my manner of talking to them.

As far as I could remember, there was a little change in my spontaneity talking to them due to anxiety.

Hours left,the technician did not come until 8:00 in the evening. It brought me disappointment. But when my sister told me that she could not use the computer for she was tired, I then felt a little relief. However, I was apprehensive that she will come to discover on the following day regarding the problem. She could put the blame on me because I constantly used it.

When the clock ticked at 9:00 in the evening, I left the house and left a word to be back at 12:00 midnight.