Just me rambling on(:

I was really surprised that my parents, especially my dad, are willing to let me stay in LA for a month. It wasn’t even my idea. They were talking to my aunt because she wants me to come down and as usual I was like “alright, me and my parents are going down there anyways” but then my dad was like “she can stay longer. We’ll drive there then she can fly back a week or two later.”
Now that was a complete shocker to me. I understood him when he said one week, but two? I’m not complaining but my dad is never like this. Sending me off for two weeks. Now I wasn’t there when they were talking about it but it’s possible that I’m going a week earlier because my cousins in Fresno are going the week before to just take a vacation to Universal Studio. And since Vincent is already going that week for his anime convention my dad is more willing to send me off. But Vincent would be going by car and I’m on that hour flight there.
Yawp! Then my parents would be driving down there during the independent weekend and meet up with us. Which was the plan for all of us in the first place. -_-
But then I would be staying for another two weeks or so. Thumbs up for the one hour trip there and back. But I don’t really want to stay away for that long. I’m going to miss my bed.., and babe. >.>

But I talked to my dad and he says the reason why is to get use to the fact that I won’t be around when I go off to college. Especially since where I want to go is Berkeley. I saw that he was serious because he had his emotional voice on. I guess now it really just hits him that I may be gone after high school because Vincent is going to Cal Poly Pismo. He’s going, gone, living in SoCal. By the end of summer though.
Swear, when I put my brothers’ cap on from graduation and said “dad look! Just next year you’ll be seeing me in this same exact spot with this on,” and my dad almost cried. Felt kinda bad…

But really though. I’m the last one. It amazes me that my brothers and I grew up so much. It was like just yesterday we were setting up our playground in this very backyard. I remember where the patio us to be, the old swing set from the 80’s and when our garden was just starting. This same exact house and still living in it since I was 2months old maybe. I’m 17 now. Dai is going to be 21 and Vincent is 18. Damn we grew up fast.

My fondest memory of us was when we all snuck out of our bedroom because at the time we all slept in one room, my room to be exact. We three walked quietly and sat on the couch in front of our fire place and waited there just to see when Santa would come. But we three ended up knocking out and my parents found us and woke us up at 7 to open presents. Aha, yea, I still remember how exactly my parents had set up Christmas for us every year. I remember that bakery place near Wing Wa where my mom would always buy us our birthday cakes. I remember having a barbie and ballerina cake. How we would do Easter and my birthday together. How my brother and I would sneak to go look at my oldest brother playing with a stick like it was a sword. How my brother and I went to the backyard and dug up holes to find worms. How we would always ride our bikes around our backyard because my dad never wanted us to be in the front. That one time when I left crayons in my dad’s “viper” and it melted. It really was just an Acura but my brothers and I called it a viper because it had a snake sticker on the back window. Oh the troubles my brothers and I would do. I remember arguing with Vincent every single day. Screaming and hitting each other. We don’t even remember why we even fought. I remember our egg toy. It was just an egg. I remember when my brothers tried to stop making me cry by playing airplane with my bottle with me. Comparing us then and now, damn, it gets me teary.

I love my family. Especially my brothers.
My love for this family, it’s just unexplainable.
I guess you would use the word infinite to describe it<3

He’s my boyfriend.

Do not:

1. Stare
2. Touch
3. Talk
4. Flirt
5. Text
6. Call
7. Send winky faces
8. Send smiley faces
9. Send any kind of faces
10. Unless it is the “back off my boyfriend” face
11. etc;

He is mine. I own him. Go find your own dick. 

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What if you knew? Would it make a difference?

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I hope you’re suffering.