I hate myself for being so curious. In the saying "curiousity killed the cat", I hate to admit that last night, I became the "cat who was killed out of curiousity". No, you're wrong to think that I tried smoking again. For the nth time, I will tell you, I will never ever smoke again even if today I feel like having one. Just one stick, maybe I'd be fine. I became the victim of my own curiousty. Damn it.

This is what happened. I was busy blogging and helping out Tina (a friend from UP who came over) in her blogging blahs too when my kuya's five-year girlfriend arrived. I was inside the room by then so this is just according to my sister's report to me. She went straight to my mom who was (I think) busy with washing the dishes at that time. With less than two minutes of chat, I heard my mom growl and said "Ok. Kadali lang ha. Mag-ilis sa ko" (Ok. Just in bit. I'll just dress up.) I asked her of where she or they were going or what happened, but she gave me a deaf ear...fast forward.. Tina went home... So I decided to follow my Mom in my kuya's girlfriend's house. My thoughts were filled of questions. I was looking for the 911 ambulance for a sign of emergency, but there was none. I tried to overhear what the neighbors were saying so that I could at least have an idea on what went wrong. Did somebody die? But, the neighbors seem not to be busy with the buzz. So I went on my way. Before I made a turn to their house, all the street lights were turned off. Blackout. WTF!? I arrived in their house still. I saw  my mother there, and my kuya's girlfriend's parents there, crying. So what's up? My mom told me the news. I hated myself for being so curious. I got dumbstruck. I cried too.