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CHOCOCETAMOL

Welcome to the world where chocolates and paracetamols are a perfect combination.

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DEIANIRA JAE

?A unique name for an equally unique individual.

?Kicking ass since the All Souls' Day of 1990.

?A mass communication student from the Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Maynila.

?Inspired by Jessica Zafra.

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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

To everyone whom I promised to link, please forgive me for the delay. Our computer is down because of Trojan and other kinds of viruses. Blame me.

Last Sunday, I was invited to join the burial service of my boyfriend's aunt. I never got the chance to acquaint with her but I obliged.

Clearly, I wasn't really affected with the untimely death of their aunt. I was sad, of course, and sorry for their loss, I mean, we weren't really close and I don't really know her so I wasn't that emotional at the cemetery.

But seeing her children, husband, and other relatives cry hysterically as she was about to be buried, I felt tears pricking behind my eyes and I had this really sad feeling. I know in my heart that she was a lovely person since many were very miserable for her loss.

My boyfriend's aunt wasn't that old. She was only in her early 60's and that made me jump to reality that if it's our time to go, no matter how hard we fight for our life, we will eventually leave.

Death chooses no age. We'll never really know if the person you are with today will be gone tomorrow (knock on wood). Treasure everyone you love. Never make them feel neglected and constantly tell them how much you love and appreciate them. Time is gold.