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Thanks for the break. I had to gather my thoughts for a bit in order to write my next entry. Tonight is a cold night and I thought that this would be a good time to continue this saga. I got me a bottle of Blackstone Merlot, slipped into my comfortable pajamas and so here we go.

There were lots of childhood memories that I can recall. A lot of good, and some bad. Yet, the memories that come back to me lacks a lot of one thing…my dad. I do recall some good times with him and when I say good times, these are things that must be remembered. Like one time, when he took me to our guest home - just me and him - and we talked, we ate and we slept. I remember being soooo homesick that when dusk came, I was longing to see my mom. How then would it be considered a good time? That’s the one and only time I remember spending my time with my dad. It never happened again.

I know he loved me and like everyone else growing up during my time - - fathers didn’t know how to show affection. That for them, is something that mothers were responsible for. He was one who believed that as long as he brings home the bacon, it was enough.

My dad was a happy-go-lucky guy. He could be a millionaire today, and a pauper tomorrow. He didn’t care much in saving money. My mom did all that. Yet, if I think about him, there was nothing in him that I could recall that would make me hate him. He was loved by his friends, his colleagues, and even his workers.

The one thing I regret is that I didn’t have the chance to know him. I was 12 years old when they left to migrate here in the U.S. and I didn’t get to see him again ’till I was 18 years old when I came over to join them. Two years later, he passed.

I wish I had more time with him. I want to get to know him. Better yet, I wanted him to know me.

I know, I know. I have written nothing here but boring little snippets of my life when I was a child. I would like to continue but I am currently busy with schoolwork and projects at work as well. So in order for me to be inspired and continue my entries, I would like to present a video I found on YouTube.

One of the faith-sustaining things that kept me in the faith was listening to Christian Music.

Somehow, the world is slowly changing. The media is filled with positive stories about gay people, actors coming out of the closet - - and for businesses, they know that the gay community is a much ‘untapped’ segment where 90 per cent of the members are educated, professionals with a lot of disposable income.

To know that the people performing at the Cathedral of Hope are GLBT individuals was inspiring to listen to. These are people that believe that God loves them regardless of how other people view them. Watch this.