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“Man lives freely only by his readiness to die.”

– Mahatma Gandhi

I had a class last Jul 28 (Tue) that lasted  until 7:00 pm.  It was a laboratory class where my students need to cook and prepare some food products they needed to sell.

He was there as usual – working.  Not like other students who would just hide in a corner and play with a PSP or cell phone during lab hours.  I knew him for 4 years and his reputation as a hard-working student, jolly, funny, and nice is unquestionable.

” JM, dagdagan mo nga ng sauce etong luto ‘nyo.” (“JM, could you add more sauce to this dish).  With a smile, he immediately took my plate and did add more sauce.  “Ma’am mas mahal na ‘yan. May dagdag sauce e.” (“Ma’am, that’s more expensive, now that I added more sauce to it.), he chuckled.

The next morning, Jul 29 (Wed), the class president texted me and informed me that JM was in the hospital and in coma.  There had a been a blood clot in his brain stem.

So the sauce request was my last conversation with this fine gentleman of 19 years old.  He is in his senior year,  a graduating student.

I was able to visit him in the hospital when he was still in coma.  I told myself not to be carried away and cry.  But when I touched his hand, already with edema, tears were impossible to hold back.  I told him to wake up so that he can climb up the stage with his classmates, that his family and friends  is so eagerly waiting for him.

He passed away the night of  Aug 1 (Sat). The same date as with a great lady’s death – Pres. Cory Aquino.  Our Father called his son to finally come home.

Yet again, Death, like a thief in the night, had taken one of my students,  my student so young and life so promising.  I could hardly fathom the depth of the pain for the bereaved family.

After his death, life will go on for the rest of us.  For our lives are filled with papers to finish, piles of laundry to clean and endless schedules to meet.

JM, wherever you are, thank you for reminding us how fleeting life really is.  That papers and laundry and schedules are but mirages of what is truly relevant in life.  Thank you for reminding us that when stripped of everything else, it is the amount of love we had given by which we will be judged and remembered by people.  Thank you, JM, for letting us realize that we are but temporary and everything else in the world is. That what matters is to love the people who made us who we are and share that love to those who greatly need it.

Rest in peace, dear friend.

Turning 30…

The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age.

– Lucille Ball


No, this is not my birthday cake. It is my Baby's when she turned 1 month old...


Guess Baby's age now? Hehe 😉

They say it is rude to ask a lady their age.

Well, there is some truth to that.  I feel my skin crawl each time someone asks me how old I am.  I don’t know.  It’s just me, I guess. And some billion other ladies out there.  Ha ha!  But frankly, I do not answer the question.  I just laugh it off to change the subject.  And if the person is sensitive enough, he/she should shift to the next topic.

Statistics had shown that AGE is one of the top 3 things that people lie about.  With one’s INCOME and SEX LIFE  following consecutively.

That made me think.

Perhaps the reason why people are quite uncomfortable when being asked about their age is that a truth in the form of a 2-digit number flashes at the back of their heads. People starts to panic seeing this number flashing mercilessly  deep within and starts asking themselves, “Will I tell the truth?”,   “Is my age so apparent?”, “Will my age ruin my perfectly done face lift?”, “Will I be judged?”.  Tsk tsk.  Truth is never kind, you know.

Or perhaps people are hesitant to tell their age because deep down inside, they know they had failed to act their age and feel sorry about it.   I admit  that happens to me quite often. Ha ha!

I  turned 30 last 18th of April.  I am proud to say that my greatest achievement in life, so far in the past 30 years,  was to bear a beautiful daughter.  My baby just outshines my all other accomplishments.

Proud Mom at 30.

Proud Mom at 30.

Now that I am at my third decade of existence, it just made me stop to wonder the events in my life that are both significant and mundane.  Should I be ashamed of my age?  I had realized that I need not be.  I am too blessed to be keeping  my age to myself.  Just too blessed.  Posting my true age in cyberspace is but proof  that I am now proud of reaching this point of my life.

Indeed, age is a very high price to pay for maturity.