So many miles and so long.

A very particular friendship bracelet of mine broke off yesterday, marking it exactly two years since the day it was given to me. How coincidental, and yet so nostalgic. I have always held that accessory dear to my heart, and it finally gave out. I'll do the same too I guess.

It’s so many miles and so long since I’ve met you.
Don’t even know what I’ll find when I get to you.
But suddenly now, I know where I belong.
It’s many hundred miles but it won’t be long.

This past weekend was quite a blur, and the reason why is pretty obvious. I have probably taken more alcohol in this one weekend than I did this whole year, haha. Thanks again for those who made the effort to come see me this weekend, it lifted my spirits.

Yardhouse was chaotic, given the small amount of space in the patio to accommodate 40 people was no easy task. I nearly maxed out my texting and calling memory space in one night, just to make sure everyone knew where they were going. But of course, it all worked out in the end.

Just for the record, this is what I consumed within a span of 24 hours.

• 2 Jager Bombs
• 2 shots of Jager
• 1 Adios (AMF)
  
• 1 Thai Bomb
  
• 1 Four Horsemen
• 1 shot of Patron
• 1 tall glass of Pyramid
  
• 1 Tokyo Tea
• 1 Jameson with Sprite

I had work the next day at 1pm, which was today. And boy, was it tough. It was quite funny because half the co-workers that were working was in the same state as myself. We all gave each other a devious smile and then I proceeded to check the timesheet. I saw that Heather has already called in "sick" and Mike had to leave from working barely two hours because he couldn't do it anymore, haha. I then walked into the break room to see Rhea past out on the couch. I walked back to my station and my manager came up to me and said, "I'm glad to see that you are still alive, David. Thanks to you, everyone else isn't." Mission completed.

It's getting close to that day, I shall refrain from drinking for awhile now. It's been fun while it lasted.

Thank you, thank you.

I am still currently drunk right now, but I am feeling good.

It's been awhile since I had this much comfort and fun, and I'm grateful for my friends. This weekend was a success; all my close friends were at one place and I am quite pleased for them to finally meet one another. I would like to thank Tami, Jeff, Heather, Charles, Kristina, Josh, Brian, Jasper, and Andrew for the drinks. I would like to thank Courtney, Shannon, and Glenn for being my drivers. Thank you Lawrence for being the photographer for the night. Thank you Michelle, Lawrence, Courtney, Erin, Ashraf, and Jocelyn for the birthday gifts.

Mazel tov!

Tonight was a good night indeed.

Winter Wonderland.

Dear Santa,

I would like to have a banjo.
I would like to have a string necklace with a nice charm.
I would like to have a new pair of shoes.
I would like to have some black and white lens.
I would like to have a pair of leather gloves.
I would like to have tickets to an upcoming show.
I would like to have you back as well.

It's that time of year again.

I've spent more that I had planned, but at least it's for something my friends can enjoy.

With my long-awaited day off from work the past few days, I finished all my errands. I have finally completed my shopping today. I wanted to see everyone today to give them my gifts, but not everyone was free. This will be the closest I will get to having the Christmas spirit, given that the actual Christmas day will be very lonesome and boring for me.

I am going to get plastered this weekend.

With whom and with what.

I don't know what to do for Christmas.
I don't know what to do for my birthday weekend.

Kids are expensive.

I just returned home from watching Avatar in 3D which my niece, nephew, and mother. Simply amazing. I haven't gone to the movies in awhile, and this was the best choice by far. My niece and I agreed to give Avatar a respectable 9 out of 10. Go watch it!

So next week is my birthday, my 22nd birthday. My work was nice enough to give me the day off, as well as not having me close the night before, and open the day after. So I have Saturday night free after 7pm and all of Sunday off. My co-workers are trying to get me to a bar on Sunday night, we shall see. Either way, I'm looking forward to that weekend.

I haven't nearly finished my Xmas shopping yet, sigh, and I have absolutely no time to do it. Come on come on.

The Plane*arium

So I finally made my first trip to the Griffith Observatory today. I took my mother, niece, and nephew along, sitting through about an hour of traffic. The observatory was much nicer than I had expected and it was already dark by the time we arrived. We had purchased tickets for the planetarium show that didn't start for another hour, so we just spent the remaining amount of time standing outside on the decks, enjoying the spectacular view.

The DWP starts now!

It's about damn time.

-The Untitled David Wong Project-

Marty Cihigoyenetche - Lead Guitar, Banjo
Justin Mckee - Drums, Percussion
Brian Rocke - Base Guitar
David Wong - Rhythm Guitar, Piano/Keyboard

The vocalist has yet to be decided amongst one of us, haha. This is going to blow everyone's mind, well, at least ours.

I heard a familiar line.

So I was brushing my teeth this morning when I quietly heard my nephew Calvin, singing.

He sang, "How many times must a cannonball fly."

It took me about five seconds to realize what I had just heard. I stopped what I was doing and asked him to repeat that line for me, and he did. I asked him where he had heard that line, and he said from Lilli-anne's CD. I then proceeded to Lilli-anne asking her what CD Calvin was talking about, and she replied..."Kids Bop." Haha, what a lame answer, but I was quite pleased to hear that line.

Bob Dylan wrote that verse.

Do you want me to save you...

or your camera?

it depends.. if I broke something in my body.

it would be much more expensive to repair than a camera.

do you think you will break something though?

yea, I would most likely break something.

alright, I'd guess I would save you then.

It's a little bit funny.

The Christmas list is much shorter this time around. I would like to think that the reason behind it is because of the lack of cash I have. But sadly to say, it is not. I shouldn't be spending much money on Christmas this year anyways, given my current situation. However, I won't let it stop me completely of course, I'm waiting for my next paycheck..

So, I think it's about time that I should mention this girl. I don't know how to put it into words, but lets just say that it's been pretty fun. We are quite different from one another, but we are trying. To be frank, there are a lot of barriers among us and it will most likely turn what we have into a mere fling, if anything at all. She's moving away next year, so it's already predetermined. But I am find with it, I am just glad to be able to feel this way with someone that returns it.

My dear admirer.

I too can say that I am fond of you as well.

The Decembrist uprising.

3,000 Russian soldiers once stood out against Nicholas I's rule when he took the throne from his brother Constantine.

They failed in their heroic protest.


It's almost that time of year again. The good and the bad.

God must want us to drink.

Nothing is ever as beautiful as having the chance to look down along the table top, seeing good friends conversing and eating together, in an event that you wished so hard to happen. That was what went through my mind as I sat down on my seat looking up for the first time.

Happy Wongsgiving.

Yesterday night was beautiful.






Thank you Hannah for helping me plan this whole event.
Thank you Glenn for helping me set up the lights.
Thank you Michelle for all the materials and plates for the table tops.
Thank you Brian for the impressive selection of liquor.
Thank you Grace for the salad, candles, and wine.
Thank you Jennie for the green bean casserole.
Thank you Yacoub for the chairs.
Thank you Andrew for the ice cream cake.
Thank you Amy/Natalie for the mashed potatoes and corn.
Thank you Kristina for the White Zinfandel and beer.
Thank you Sarah for the appetizer sandwiches.
Thank you Ashraf for the Indian dish in which I don't know the name of.
Thank you Alexis for the pasta salad.
Thank you Jocelyn for the pumpkin pies.

Thank you mother for your hospitality.
and thank you Mrs. Yacoub for the delicious turkey.

Kristina's impression of Domo.

I like you, too.

I am currently composing this post at work right now, haha. We just opened our store and we have no customers as of yet. There's nothing else to do, I might as well blog.

Thanksgiving was nothing more than an average day for me. There was no family gathering and no turkey. Despite the absence of the cliche dinner, I managed to keep myself busy. The day started off with a wonderful game of softball with co-workers. I've recently got much closer these people, they are much more than just co-workers to me now. The game was early, but it was nice to see all these faces without having to worry about a manager catching us fooling around. Drinks were provided and it marked the earliest I had ever consumed alcohol. I found out who my secret admirer was that day. It was a great morning.

Later in the day I had a long talk with mother. The talk was nice, it was needed.

Tonight is Wongsgiving, and the preparations are 85% complete. Brian and Glenn came over yesterday around midnight to help me set up the lights. It turned out really nice, really mellow. I need to get a few more things today and tonight should be a good one. I'm just hoping for the weather to cooperate.

He punched through the wall.

He was very angry today.
Everyone was very angry today.
There is a fucking hole there now.

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone else. I'll be at home wondering what went wrong.

Maybe I'll fix that hole. Maybe I'll start working on the dinner preparations.

Oh, the weather outside is frightful,

but the fire is so delightful.

I'm slowly starting to get that vibe, it's pretty warm.

The annual Thanksgiving morning softball game with co-workers will be fun. The formal Thanksgiving dinner on Saturday with friends should be a comfortable time. But I hope I do get to do something with mom, even if its just a simple dinner at home.
But either way, I'm feeling pretty good.


Happy Holidays from: Michelle, Grace, David, Tami.

As far as we walked.

I miss my Honda. I wished I had a Polaroid picture of me standing next to it....too late. But I did manage to keep the chained license border before I handed him the keys. Haha, I'll always need it to remind myself that I am indeed a badass.

Thank goodness for the holidays, I am actually getting hours at work with about 30 a week. School is coming to an end in a few weeks, and my grades are looking like straight B's this quarter. I haven't been able to hang out with much friends lately, but it is only building up the anticipation for the events during the upcoming holidays.

Things I need to get done:

• Get auxiliary cable for my Ipod to car.
• Get preparations done for Wongsgiving.
• Get my car fully repaired.
• Get back at being good in basketball.
  

The countdown for L4D2 begins.

So Glenn came over today to finish up his homework. However, his assignment required photography this time around, so I participated. This was the result.

I need a Tylenol.

I am dead tired. My head hurts.

My beautiful Adrianna.

That's what I named my 2008 Nissan Altima.

Wow, I can honestly tell you that I didn't expect to see myself with a new car for at least another year. But here it is, a 14k pre-owned vehicle in my garage. It was a long day of dealerships and cars, but I'm glad I landed with this one. I'm going to give it a photoshoot soon, so look forward to that.

I also purchased a new phone, the Envy 3, because the old Envy decided to join my Honda and just give up on life as well. So I have a new phone and a new car. Yay, I NEED A GOD DAMN JOB.

Give me some air.

I've caught myself laughing at things that shouldn't be laughed at. Things and events that have no sense of comedy or humor still finds it way to make my smile. I've been feeling tense, and maybe laughing it off is the only way of letting it out. Just because you are smiling doesn't mean you are having a good time, but if you can force out a smile, then it won't ruin anyone else's good time.

Wongsgiving

Depending on how this one turns out, I can see it becoming a tradition in many years to come.

Extremely excited.

1998 Honda Accord V6 Ex.

You are slowly slipping away from me.

Man, we sure had some good times didn't we. It's been about 4 years since I first laid hands on you. You've taken me places that I'd never seen before, places I've never dreamed of. I've kept such a good track record with you, I had no violations or accidents.

But I think it's almost time for me to move on. I'm sorry, but you must understand the stress I am going under. You are slowly falling apart and I can't let you bring me down with you. I know I am acting selfish, but you are just not the same vehicle I once drove.

The thing is, how am I going to afford one?

"You never get angry, huh?"

There are quite a few fires surrounding Cal Poly right now. All I know is, I better not get trapped in, or else I will have to seriously kill someone.

I am currently in the computer lab right now, impatiently waiting for my four hour break to be over with. About an hour ago, I was subjected into a sociology survey/experiment. I was on a computer surfing the web, when I heard a shy "Hi" behind my back. As I turned to see who it was, the random girl had already made the move to sit in the open chair next to mine. She asked if I was able to help her with her assignment if I wasn't to busy. I usually respectfully decline those kinds of things, but seeing the fact how she saw my Facebook homepage on my computer screen, I was busted. So I agreed to help.

Out of all the studies to choose from, I would end up with the one that requires myself to be the subject of a series of photos. She told me I had to express five different facial reactions and she had to take a close up picture of each of them. A very very high invitation for Mr. Awkward.

But overall, it wasn't that bad, it was rather funny, cause apparently I have no exaggerated impressions. She was complaining on how I didn't look mad at all for the "Angry" impression. In the end, I just had to put up a very fake angry facial expression that made me look like a little boy that got coal for Christmas. Very funny, very awkward, and very different. You're welcome, Selina.

Poor Little Hubert (Part 2)

You try so hard to keep certain friends don't you? Sometimes too hard. Keep it up, maybe it's worth it somehow. I mean, if you think these people are worth all your time, then they must have impacted your life somehow.

Sean, Jason, and David

Last Sunday was Mother's birthday, making her at the flattering age of 60. The whole day was spent helping Jason continue moving furniture into the new house, and the night was rested alongside a buffet. I made my best efforts into giving off the "this is fun" attitude, just to give it a shot for us to actually converse. And when I say us, I of course mean my brothers Sean, Jason, and I. If anything, the U'Haul's three seated moving truck did the trick. The three of us were cramped in driving back and forth between houses, giving us enough time to finally break the silence.

The three of us sat in a U'Haul truck when we moved to Ontario 13 years ago, and here we are again.

We all started sharing memories and it gave us the opportunity to finally have a "brotherhood" moment. We joked about how Father would always do or say certain things that ticked us off, making it one of the first times we had ever laughed with a topic involving our father. We stopped by a 7-11 within one of the trips and I decided to just stay in the car. Sean and Jason comes out with a cherry slurpee for me. It's a good drink.

They actually showed interest and asked me a series of question in an attempt to catch up. They asked me about the girls, the job, the college, the hobbies, and I was ever so willing in answering them the best I could. It was almost as if I forgot we were related. I felt safe, I felt like a little brother.

And I must admit, I loved every second of it, and I cherished every second of it. I missed it so much, and even if it was for a few miles, it gave me a sense of home. Although it was nice for a day, I know it wouldn't last long. Things will go back to how they were when the dinner was over, with us going back our separate ways.

"Dude, you are turning 22!"

Yeah I know. This sucks man.

I haven't "partied" in ages. I kinda miss it.

Happy Birthday Mommy!

Gotta catch'em all.

So I decided to take my camera out again one night,
and guess what I caught.













I'm pretty happy with it.

We are all after the same end.

I’m growing short in my temper and I’m growing less lenient.

No one seems to be responding.

I have an urge to yell out, but it is useless when no one is around to hear it. I heard it when you yelled, and you made sure I heard it. I would like for everyone to return the favor sometime. I miss having a constant loathing and ranting buddy.

I'm gonna chase the sky forever.

I'm gonna steal me a silver stallion with not a mark upon his silky hide.
Teach him he can trust me like a brother. One day we'll saddle up and ride.

I'm gonna find me a reckless woman with razor blades and dice in her eyes.
Just a touch of sadness in her fingers. Thunder and lightnin' in her thighs.

I'm gonna chase the sky forever; with the woman, the stallion and the wind.
And the sun is gonna burn into a cinder before we ever pass this way again.

And we're gonna ride, we're gonna ride.
Ride like the one-eyed jack of diamonds with the devil close behind.

We're gonna ride.

I have a secret to share.

Indeed, it has been quite some time now. I would like to let it out because my mind is tired. I am tired of playing two roles.

In the past month, I have been hit with a slight case of depression.

At least your neighbor is white.

So I finally saw the house today. A 4 bedroom - 3 restroom - 1600 square feet house. I am not going to lie, but its families like my brothers that cause our economy to fail at such a state today. They are in no position to own a house but yet they use the money that they themselves and the banks don't have. It is quite a big house for a family of 4, I'd say. But then again, there will only be 2 people living in a 1400 square feet house back over here, so who am I to talk. It was only the first stages of moving in, we didn't do much because they are planning to put new tiling and paint the whole house prior to having too much furniture getting in the way. It is a beautiful house in a wonderful neighborhood.


















Why hello there, I've been expecting you.

When the stars go blue.

As ironic as this might sound, but the cold winter weather tends to give me the warmth feeling that the summer can never give. This tends to be the season where you will feel both loved and unloved, both at the very far end of the extremes. It tends to be emotional and it tends to be very nostalgic, either way, it usually results with memorable moments.

I need to take my camera out more often, I've been too selfish to not bring it out for it to see what I am seeing. I need to go back to my piano, which sounds much more beautiful during winter. I need to start saving up some money, so I can start shopping for Christmas. Don't worry friends, I won't let this financial destitute ruin any chance of showing you my gratitude.

I've been thinking about him lately, I'm not sure why, but it hurts. I love my mom, I really do. I would do many things just to know that she is happy and safe. If anything is to ever happen to her, I would lose all connection to sense and love. I'm scared, of a lot a things. My mom deserves a lot more than what she has been dealing with, and I am trying really hard to fix that, but I can only do so much. Things will get better though, I know it will.

Jeepers Creepers,

where'd you get those peepers?
Jeepers Creepers,
where'd you get those eyes?

Thanks to Paranormal Activity, I am still freaking out.

Give me a second.

What do you want from me?
I'll make sure it is yours.

You're being disrespectful.

Tonight was a good night. There was one brief moment where I felt genuinely happy. Full smiles and comfortable conversations are really helpful. Last night, however, was quite the contrary.

A 26 year old pool hall junkie decided to put me on blast after losing in a race to 5 wins. Words were exchanged, mainly from his mouth, and I was quite shocked. Very pathetic, and very sad to see that such self-egotistic people are out there. That is all I have to say about this. No details necessary.

The cold weather is among us now, and I am quite excited.

I admit, I am bored of me.

I, I wanna live on the stage,
I wanna play the guitar,
And I wanna get paid.
But no, responsibilities please.
I wanna do what I want,
And I wanna get paid.

-The Snake, The Cross, The Crown-

I have tried, therefore I am satisfied.

I was born in Monclair, raised in Upland. Living in a household where Cantonese was prodominately spoken, I received English lessons from the Looney Toons and Power Rangers. I rode the school bus for a year, and decided that I would rather have my father take me instead. I played basketball and swam nearly everyday around my apartment. Grandmother's house was only a few houses down, and she would always teach me how to gamble. She was my only grandparent left, the others past away before I even showed up. I witnessed my brothers graduate high school and college at an early age, having no idea what was going on. Contrary to the Super Nintendo generation, I was a Sega Genesis boy. Family Fun Center was the happiest place on earth for me, now it is called Boomers. The local bowling alley that we would always go to on Mountain Avenue became an Edwards Theatre. The Alphabeta and the Pic N Save dissapeared, and so did my family.

We moved to Ontario.

I was in 3rd grade at the time. I missed Upland, I missed Baldy View Elementary, I missed my friends Edwin and Scott. Out with the old, in with the new. I was 9 years old.

I acquired an old keyboard from my uncle. I participated in my first wedding event, my brother Sean's. I was the bellboy, I think. This in turn caused me to be an uncle at the age of 13, my dear Lilli-anne. I went on to play basketball for my Junior High and High School for six years. Within the six years I was enslaved to the swapmeet. Many memories there, but I'm glad they are only memories now. I watched my first South Park episode and I entered the world of hidden music.

My grandmother passed away when I was 16, the first person I witnessed dying. The structure and bond of our whole family tree slowly depreciated afterwards. Sad thing to see. I then graduated from High School, with good friends. I was 18 years old.

I had one girlfriend in my life, and it wasn't a strong one. I tend to have a better chance of gaining friendships than relationships in general, oh well. Cal Poly Pomona, I hated it from the start. My father had a severe heart attack. It resulted with me hearing a loud thump downstairs, only for me to walk downstairs to find him laying on the floor with eyes wide open with one hand on the heart, unable to answer me. This happened the night prior to my first day in college. I spend that night at the hospital. The same unfortunate hospital where I would see my dad take his last breath a year later. I was 20 years old. That's why I hate this school, I never had a good start to begin with. I was hired at Sport Chalet, my first real job. Chick's Sporting Goods quickly recruited me less than a year later.

I acquired an electric guitar from one of Jason's friends, and my first encounter with polaroids from the Chongs. I have let three girls slipped away, all because I was too unaware, and time wasn't on our side. Let me take this time and apologize. One girl once told me that she can never date me because it would cause too much stress and jealousy for her, because of all the female friends that I had. She was honest, and I understood. All things past, depression and enlightenment comes in full circles. I am 21 years old now.

Both brothers moved out, leaving me and mom here. I have one year left in college, and I have responsibilities. This has been one long blog, but it's only been a quarter of my life. Life is a game, and games are only fun because it gets harder and harder as we progress. If we have lived the past perfectly, then why live it again?

My name is David, and I'm done.

"This is not a good look for me!"

-40 Year Old Virgin.














We were reminded of that movie when Andrew, Glenn, and I were watching Brian at the tattoo parlor today. We accompanied Brian on his first tattoo purchase and watched how his dignity and courage slowly slip away during every stroke of the needle. It was quite a big tattoo for starters, but he seemed determined. I'll let the pictures do all the talking this time.













HAHA!













We made use of his agony and turned it into our amusement.

This will be the last time

..that I will go through the "first" day of school ever again.















I will be attending school on Tuesday and Thursdays from 10AM to 7:50PM. I am going to have a three hour break from 11:45AM to 3PM and an hour break from 5PM to 6PM.

This summer has been an overall successful one, to say the least. All the plans I made were completed with a few extra bonuses thrown in. Although there were some unnecessary events that caused some discontent, everything still fell in the right place. It was a long summer, but I wished it to be longer. Everyone is already back in the mode, I guess I should be joining them too. Lets get this over with. Fuck. One more year.

Wish me luck.

Another interview.

We are both falling apart.

My mother and I had a discussion yesterday, a discussion about our futures and how I am dealing with it. The talk sparked tears, from both ends, and I am afraid. My mom gave me a lecture on how she was afraid on the way I was handling my money. This whole time I thought I was the responsible one in the family, but as it turns out, I wasn't. I hate it when my mother is right, and this time around, she woke me up. Although I do pay for everything that I want besides food and shelter, it was nothing compared to how my brothers contributed to the family when they were both twenty one. They helped pay for the house I live in now and they gave my mom a monthly allowance of 300, each.

My mom is worried for me, worried that I am changing. I know I am not changing, but I can't be making my mom worry for any longer. It makes me sad, to see her in that state. This talk broke us down, and we realized how weary the future looks for us, financially. We need about seven hundred a month to pay off the bills and insurances of our house and our utilities. I haven't been the ideal son to her, and she told me that. I don't know what to do, I need to wake up. It has been a stressful two years in this household, and I can't pretend like I'm not apart of it any longer. I am falling apart, I broke down as I drove to the bank today, and I waited for my eyes to clear out before I had to courage to walk in.

I withdrew a grand and gave it to her, with a promise that I would give her two hundred and fifty every 1st of the month from now on.

I am not going on a shopping spree in the near future, and I am not buying my beloved banjo anymore. I am getting older by the day.

They belong in music videos.

So from I've been told, I have good looking friends. Or should I say, "they are nice to look at", haha. I'm not sure if you agree, but I'm never quite sure how to feel or respond when I get that semi-compliment. I usually reply with a "Thanks," then giving myself some time to imagine all my friends all lined up in front of me, only to notice that the person giving me the compliment was right, haha. I have been told that more than once before by quite a few people. I think it's funny that they are more aware than I am about my friends. That is all, random post completed.

I am back with a vengence.

So I hung out with Michelle today. It was an overall good time, a very mellow and steady good time. We first went to Starbucks with a casual conversation over our Caramel Macchiatos and Vanilla Beans. We decided to head down to Victoria Gardens afterwards, a place that I used to adore so much. Clothes were bought and jokes were told, mainly because we weren't on a time schedule, we were just shopping until one of us would get hungry, haha. Michelle went on a shopping spree, and I was quite jealous, mainly because she had spendible cash and I did not. We ended with dinner at the Cheesecake Factory, ordering more than our stomaches could've handled. This resulted with a plentiful amount of leftovers for us to bring to Brian, whom was working the Valet section of the mall at the time. Then we parted ways, with me taking Michelle home. I finished with a newly bought tie at Aldo.

But all the envying came to an end when I arrived home a few hours later. The long awaited letter from Cal Poly Pomona was on the kitchen table. My grants and financial aid has finally arrived. My debts are cleared and I must say, I almost cried, haha.

Let's go celebrate, it will be my treat!

I am back bitches, with a vengence.

The ballad of our lives.

I have spent the last two nights of my life updating myself with the hidden world of unheard music. And it surprises me how there are still sounds that remain new to the ear. Committing an illegal act of downloading unauthorized music, I discovered a selected few that are truly wonderful in what they do. I want to meet these people, and I want to sit in on their sessions, and I want to see how it all happens.

I will be purchasing a Banjo in the ever-so-near future. Being my 4th musical instrument, I am closer to my dream of being able to play over 10 instruments (Cowbell, Triangle, Tambourine, and Bongos do not count, haha). My debt should be paid off right before the beginning of the school year, removing the financial stress out of the already cursed school-work stress.

Banjo!

Uncle Wavid Dong

So, out of the blue, the family and I went to the La County Fair today. And we stayed for eleven solid hours. All my nephews and niece came along, as well as their parents. It was actually pretty enjoyable. Mainly because the kids were there and that my mom seemed happy. I was quite satisified with the pictures I took today, probably because of all the bright smiles and social activities that came along with the one dollar admission ticket.

I am genuinely happy to be an uncle of these four.

Calvin
Lillianne
Tristen
Taylor
It went on my very first ferris wheel ride today, believe it or not. It was ok, it was way too hyped up when I was a child. The fair is a good place to be, if only I had money to spend.