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    Saturday, December 25, 2004

    Merry Christmas!

    Another boring, sad Christmas for me. I miss my Dad. I miss my brother Jerb.

    Two years ago...that was the very last time our whole family spent Christmas together. Perhaps the most memorable one for me. Dad cooked steak (You see, he's a chef but he seldom cooks for us.) and we had white wine. Christmas Day for our family is also Jerb's birthday. That time, he came home late because he probably went on a date with his girlfriend Terri. Dad and I went to church for Candlelight Communion (my very first time). And Mom, with KL st home, prepared our food. I could still remember every detail, everything that took place that night.

    Now that Jerb and Daddy's abroad, Christmases have been boring. I never liked singing Christmas songs anymore. I don't look forward to opening of Christmas gifts any longer. For me, the highlight of Christmas is gone...two years ago.

    I wish no Filipino would ever had to go abroad to work. I am anti-migration. You can tell why.

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