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i'd like to start with my house.. oh wait my home. i used to live with my parents and pet and tob. now i pretty much live a life in manila with ate ys. what i miss most about my home was i think the billiard sessions every sunday. i never actually played much during those times, i was always busy i guess. but whenever i did though, i enjoyed it. i miss my room too, though it doesn't have much difference with the mess i have in my present bedroom. but of course, it is just so much wider than what i stay in now. i miss my guitar, at most, because it was really a companion, i remember trying to compose songs and recording using it but i never acutally did that seriously. hey man, i'm not a composer, i'm a writer.
yeah, sometimes, i really hated living there but i guess i cursed it so much that when the time came that i have to leave it, the feeling juct sucked.. well, yeah, i know.. i've been a jerk but now i kinda realized my flaw. when i get home, well, i get home. there would be nothing, i bet that could make that feeling any happier. bummer.