Family. || A WEEK OF CALIFORNIA

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If there's one constant in my life - it's always family. The weirdest thing was being able to meet up with family from the Philippines... in California. It was all basically in the spur of the moment.


"Hey, you guys here?!"
"Be there soon"
"Cool, let's meet up. This is such a trip."


We threw an impromptu dance party and ate boxes and boxes of pizza. Made noise, got chased down hallways. Heavily crammed an elevator. Took pics. All in a couple of hours.




Angelo and I sat on the couch majority of the time trying to have a little catch-up chat while music was bumping from the system beside us. We talked about our ambitions + career plans, significant others, lead singers and what we missed out on in the last couple years. It was basically a day long talk crammed into a couple hours. Knowing that you have family there to support your every ambition is something so special. Knowing that they will be there when things fail AND will be willing to pick you back up and offer you some advice is something even more special.

The weirdest thing was not seeing each other for two years, then suddenly being altogether in a little condo in Santa Monica, of all places. Obviously, a couple hours wasn't enough time to tell a couple years worth of stories, but I'm hoping we won't have to wait another two years to catch up. With the physical distance between all of us, it's cool to see that nothing has changed; and if it did, it was definitely for the better. Angelo's brother, Ralph said I became "so much cooler" since we last saw each other. I laughed a bit at that. I still see myself as the same human being I've always been. He brought up my blog and told me about how he once had one of his own (i don't remember what it was called, but i remember laughing at it.) A word of advice that stuck to me from him was to "keep it up". Simple, but words that keep me going.


This is our 'BEST FRIENDS FOREVER' pose.


After talking for the longest bit, we went down to the first level of the condos and took some pictures. Angelo told me to walk down the dim lit hallway so he could snap some candid shots of me walking towards him. We joked about those horror films shot in those creepy, cheap motels. I was a little hesitant at first because I didn't know what was waiting for me at the end of the hallway and around the corner that I couldn't see past. I'm a scaredy cat of being alone. So I made him walk with me to check if there were any monster or scary people - and nada. Nothing. It was all good. He started to take some photos and suddenly the door behind me swung open and a very creepy half naked old man was asking what we were doing. I was freaking frightened and I screamed and hid behind Angelo. We bolted it so fast and didn't walk past there again. My heart dropped to the floor.

I'm cringing just thinking about it.



Our goodbyes lasted a good hour - no joke on that one. We just couldn't seem to go. The fact that we all live approximately 6,614 miles from each other didn't help in the slightest. Distance sucks and so does being away from family. We took a crap ton of photos before we left and no one could sit still.






These are my grandma's siblings. They are the cutest and will forever call me the "baby" of the family.

Final shots.


Well, it turns out we can't take a single proper picture to save our lives. I love my family.

x lj

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