Entry 001 - beginning of this journal.
August 31, Thursday 6:02 pm

beginning; new page

mood to scribble endless thoughts

to erase the blank

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the perfection I ever wanted; is now in my hands.

I’ve found my remedy, writing in logs and reason is; so I won’t lose my cool. It was I fancy my inventory more than my friends, since the items came from family and family comes first right? Before my family moved into the city, I was up in the attic and found my dad’s ball. Funny thing is my mommy thinks Him and me are alike, basically I have mostly his genes. She says..

“You know your father always names everything that belongs to him, mostly his items he treasures just like you do.” and that was the end of the conversation with her.

Dad named the basketball International, which was pleasing enough for me. The black marker that wrote International was still dark enough to see, which was more surprising for me to believe. Since that say I founded it, I never let that ball go out of my sight. Until today when my second older sister Hitomi taken it and almost lost it while playing basketball by herself since Mum and me were too busy because we were still carrying boxes into our new home. Hisano, the oldest triplet sister at the time of the scene to saved my sister before the almost accident happen. I was so mad at her for almost losing it while trying to kill herself that I moved my bedroom to the attic so she wouldn’t touch anymore things of mine as well as killing herself with them. I wish Dad was here, then life wouldn’t be so hard.

Actually is comes as Hisano, Hitomi and me, Hiroko. Mum finds it easier to remember, since she’s kind of dense and can’t tell us apart. Sighs, I was glad actually since Mum was able to open her very own bakery/pastry since Dad was from a rich family as well as Mum was close to his family as well. Sometimes I wish he was still here to make my Mum happy and also scare the flirts that trying to gain my Mum’s attention. For tonight’s desert was the very famous “honey castella” an Japanese original cake made with flour, eggs, sugar, honey, com syrup, canola oil and baking powder. Mum actually bought it, I wonder she could’ve made it? It tastes great with ice tea too. Yawns, I’m growing tired of writing. The honey castella is like a sponge cake for children and seniors, its supposedly be healthy as well as it’s a Japanese traditional cake.

Yum, what a desert. I kind of snag another one as I hid it in my backpack so I could either eat it for myself, or give a piece to a friend. Although I have no friends here, so probably for myself then. Absolutely tomorrow I’ll skip, skipping school that is. I’ll be more handier around home than going to some school introduction. I wonder what Hisano and Hitomi is doing? Just wait here now...

(waits.)

Hisano is reading some old books of Dad’s, really old mythology and fairytales. Hisano’s room is so neat, tidy and already done unpacking! Hisano is smart, quiet and unique one in the family, I’m a little jealous that the teachers fancy her sometimes. I crept away to see what was Hitomi was doing. Hitomi room is a mess, clothes all over the place, drawings everywhere and paintings on the floor. She’s still designing her room, which full of artwork. Hitomi can be annoying as well as loud and girly, but she has that artistic touch! I went back to my room in a sneaky way and gave a good glance. I have a treasure box full of balls, basketball, soccer ball, baseball, lacrosse thingy, a hockey circle thing. Yes, I’m quite forgetful when it comes to these names, unless I named them myself. My bed is unmade, my shelf of fan mail, other letters and books of poetry. I like writing, just secretly, people will make fun of me because of my incomplete artistic thing. You have to be good at everything to be famous at school. Last time I’ve visited Dad’s grave was last week before we moved, at midnight I went to his grave again and bury a family photo so he’ll remember us. I promised him I’ll be back.