Thank you, Lord, for the gift of life.

I remember saying this in my dream this morning - because it was my last day alive.

I was to fix my burial package last minute , and get something from Ali Mall. I took my last shower, I cleaned the rug while I showered. I was 40 , had work but was simultaneously in high school. At 40. And such are the timelines in a dream.

I was lining up the clothes of the people I love in one closet - the same one my own clothes emptied.

It must've been the play I watched - The Normal Heart. Frantic, helpless, angry men clueless of the plague that hit them in New York in 1981. Great piece and great rendition by Filipino English speaking actors.

At the end, they flashed numbers on stage. It was like going through a PowerPoint presentation - the most dramatic deck I've had to sit through.

The alarming statistics as of 2016 goes: 25 HIV cases per day in Manila. And most cases are of ages 15-24. That puts my nephews and nieces at risk if they aren't careful.

And at the open forum, yes there was, I learned that breast milk is one of the fluids that carry HIV. Both men and women have been diagnosed with the disease. And a generic prevention drug is available in Thailand. Which hopefully doesn't motivate you to acquire HIV to frequent the land of Tom Yum.

Last 2 shows of The Normal Heart today, June 5 at the PETA Center, QC. Meanwhile, I have a test for my abnormal heart right beside at St Luke's.