Love. My Boys.

Damien said that I was emo.
Not Emo like I listen to sad songs and sit in a corner.
Not Emo like I wear skinny jeans and have long sweeping bangs.

But Emo like I think a lot about things. I've notice that lately, when I think a lot I stop taking pictures. I silence myself and smile less. But not because I'm sad, but rather because I am thinking about something that really doesn't need to be analyzed further.

I take a lot of pictures to remind myself that I have a good life. I curse 2008 for being so mean to me, but 2008 was actually wonderful. I made a yearbook for My Boys to commemorate the good times that we had and to sort of accept a new chapter.

2008- we had each other because well... we didn't have anyone else. And we became good friends for it. But it looks like we are falling a part because one by one we are focusing on ourselves to find love. Love that would come first and friends and fun to come second.

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But I refuse to "look" for love. And I refuse to let myself become depressed and desperate because I am not interested in anyone and equally, no one is interested in me. And I realize that I am scouring for more friends to distract me because my boys have love, are flying to love, or are testing love. It's a bit poetic that I'm thinking about this today.


Szeto is off to Japan for 3 months and MoAny's in SoCal until April when he goes to Asia. Sadness...

These are my boys and I love them.