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They Know.
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BEFORE YOU READ,
I would like to apologize for all the rants I’ve been talking about lately. When nothing new happens, that’s all I can do.
My parents know about ‘him’.
Sooo… My parents know about Andrew and me dating. 
I’m quite glad because I dislike keeping secrets from my parents because I want them to be able to trust me. They seem pretty okay with it, although there are a few things my mom -and I mean mainly my mom- has a problem with. Just last night, she yelled at me randomly in Vietnamese, “Why were you sitting on your boyfriend’s lap in McDonald’s?!?!“, I’m standing there, “HUH?” I had NO CLUE what the heck she was blabbing about. However, I was at McDonald’s with Andrew, Thien, and Tiffany. This is how our conversation went:
Mom: You know exactly what I’m talking about.
Me: … I honestly have no idea.
Mom: Don’t try to cover it up. I saw you sitting on his lap in McDonalds.
Me: *confused face*… How are you going to tell me I did something? If I really sat on his lap, I’d admit it, but you’re accusing me of something I didn’t do. Come on, mom.
Mom: … Then who was it?
So let me just end it there. I thought it was one of my friends from school, but I was wrong. My mom wasn’t the one who saw me, her “friend” did. My friend told me that her mom told my mom, “Oh, I saw Quynh with some guy going/at McDonald’s and they were holding hands, -blahblah-“… SO what if I’m holding hands? The fuck? This is why I hate hate hate Asian people, specifically adults. They always like to fucking twist things up and try to get kids in trouble by over-exaggerating things. One time when my parents threw a house party, one of my mom’s friends told her I “supposedly” blocked her way from coming downstairs because I had a boy hiding in my basement…
Like…
…WHAT THE BUFF? I didn’t have a boyfriend at the moment! I don’t even remember WHEN the hell I purposely blocked someone’s way at my house. Why would I block her way? Usually when I have a house party, I stay locked in my room because I don’t like the adults. They’ll start asking me about my business and I really don’t like it, especially because I know all they’re gonna do is talk shit. I’m like the first generation, so no one understands me. The adults I mean. My parents don’t even understand me sometimes and they’ll compare me to them when they were back in Vietnam and had to work when they were much younger than I am. I’m like… “Mom, this is America and the 21st century…” -.- My mom bitched at me one time because she saw me giving a hug to my friend whose a guy. This was last year when she picked me up one day after school and on the way home, all she did was debate with me about hugging guys. Like, “OH, HUGGING A GIRL IS FINE BUT NOT GUYS! DAT MAKE U LOK DA SLUTSZ.” … I told her, “No, it does not and even if you’re yelling at me for it, I won’t stop giving hugs.” And she totally flipped out even more, roflmao. I think she got over that, though.
Reading all my blogs and rants or even knowing me, I’m a rebellious kid. I tend to do things I want to do and not what my parents expect me to do. On Chinese New Years, after I already let my parents know I had plans with my boyfriend and friends, my mom tries to force me to go to a temple. I was a bit bothered by it because I don’t want to be religious or even bother keeping our tradition. The only traditional things I learned/did when I was young was go to temples, red envelopes on New Years, greet elders with respect (bow down, say Chao), traditional clothings and the traditional Vietnamese wedding. I hardly ever went to temples. I volunteered at one for community service one or two years ago and the year before that year, I went to a temple for New Years. That was the last time I ever went to a temple and did temple stuff. But anyway, I ended up not going to the temple this year for New Years because out of nowhere, my dad just told my mom, “Let’s just let Quynh go with her friends, she doesn’t have to go to the temple.”
Today was a boring day, nothing new. Didn’t get to see Andrew today because he randomly got sick 
… I hope he feels better soon.
I miss him dearly.
. Yay for accepting parents? (:
