born in manila, philippines on july 25, 1985, i was the youngest child of joselito and edna yusi. and my bro is of course the oldest, being 7 years older than me.
growing up in a household without a father, it was just me, my bro, and my mom, with 2 more people in the house. my tito and my cousin, phia. when i was born, she already lived with us with her mom, but soon  she left and i don't know why. but all i knew was i had found my role model, my cousin.
she taught me everything. we were like sisters. but then when i was 4 or 5, i had to leave and go to saudia arabia and stay with my dad for awhile.
my dad worked there as a computer programmer in a telecommunications company. we lived in an apartment there next to 3 more filipino familes. i went to live there for a year or so and then went back to the philippines.
with the desert war going on in saudi, being back to pinas was a relief. my dad had to stay there though and make money for us. by the time i came back, i was needed to go to school. i was a slacker back then, and i still am, so i didn't want go to to school. i still wanted to play with my barbies and ninja turtle toys. so my mom had to force me, so i went. i don't remember anything on the first day of kindergarten. all i knew was i was way taller than every kid in the class and my teacher was somewhat related to my mom. i still continue to be taller than everyone, including the teacher, in the following school years.
and then by the time i hit 9, i was already attracted to girls. i didn't know if it was normal or i needed psychiatric help, but i just had crushes on my friends and other girls. i never liked guys at that time cuz it seems kinda odd with the height range and all, being way taller than them. i never shared about what i felt to anyone. i felt miserable. and also i met a friend, who i continued talking when i moved in the states for 3 more years. we were close friends, not exactly bestfriends, but close enough. and then my former bestfriend, i don't even remember his name, but we were really close. but neither of them know about me.
when it was time to leave the philippines and live a new life in the states, everything changed. every minute i spend with phia, my other cousins, and friends were crucial. and a few months left til we had to leave, and my grandma died. i felt that it was entirely my fault. she died in the guest bathroom of our house.
when i left the pinas, we planned to live in the washington, dc metro area, which is northern virginia, cuz all my mom's siblings live here. we had to live in my uncle's house, so let me just say it was kinda crowded. still being homesick, i cried every night thinking of my cousins, my friends, and phia.
as years passed by, was in the closet. no one knew about me. until i met khi.
i met him in my freshman year of high school. when we found out we have 2 classes together, we became friends, and we became even more closer when i told him, i liked girls and i'm bi. and days later, he told me about him. and since then, we're like best friends.
out of all my girlfriends, there was one i couldn't forget and also she was my first girlfriend which was amber. i can't fucking believe i actually liked her. i did NOT love her, even though i said i did, it was just a fatal attraction. and there's only one phrase to describe her: a southern, redneck whitey.
and i would also include my other closest friends who helped me through my so confusing life, my flip dawg, brion, and my other close friends melissa, chesni, jill, latisha, and octavia. thanks for everything and i love you all.
well there's the more detailed short autobiography. well right now, my life couldn't be any better. i have good grades, turning 18 in a few months, 1 more year until college (planning to be taking dental hygiene and going to dental school), and also planning to be a successful future fashion designer.