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Rainy days remind me of:

My childhood spent at boarding schools  with dormmates, deans and teachers.

Of those times spent with tutors patiently teaching me to play the piano, how to swim, play tennis etc... etc...

Those times when once,  like all other adolescents experimented with heterosexuality.

Those frequent lectures and "rants" of my mom, which i think pushed us to be strong and independent (drove us away from her...)

Rare moments with my dad... those conversations though at times consists of just a few words and sentences, those awkward moments...

Who i am today and my endless adventure with homosexuality... hehehe

Those weekends with my sisters... the joys and frustrations, the laughters and tears .. the questions...the lies... issues...

How life is good despite of everything.

Yeah rainy days remind me that i miss my family so much....