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Love is our Resistance.
They'll keep us apart, they won't stop breaking us down.

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LUWE.

manila, philippines.
boring and worthless since 1993.
tons of music, a bit of everything else.


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Monday, April 28, 2008

Last night was just like one of those many predictable nights wherein I see myself sitting on one of the comfortable couches in one of my aunt’s living room. The aunt who was the nicest of all the aunts I had on my father’s side. Then I pretend to be happy when I’m genuinely not. I talk to them like there’s nothing wrong when certainly there is. This family is wrong. I’m the great pretender and I belong to a cheery family – which is completely fictitious. But it is okay, I’ve learned to grow up without a father although my mother’s older brother was almost always since he never had his own family after their mother (my grandmother) died. Mother says that that uncle of mine never got over their mother’s death since he was their mother’s most favored child from the four siblings composed of two boys and two girls. My mother was somehow on the least favored list of her own mother. Grandmother loved that uncle of mine because he was smart. He finished college as a biochemist. He would’ve been rich now if only he didn’t let his mother’s death take its toll on him.

Okay, I know I didn’t finish the story I should’ve finished from where I left off about my visit to my aunt but then I don’t think it should be continued anyway. I just posted this for the sake of updating somehow. The picture above was taken by me. It is the cat that my family adopted and I know it has nothing to do with the paragraph earlier (just wanted to post the picture really, haha). I would like to call him Tigger or Garfield because he’s so cute, unlike his brother whose color is white and is very skinny, but no one else at home would agree with me! Can you say adorable? Sshhh, he's sleeping! XD

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