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December 02 NeverendingWell it's been a while since I've blogged and I have a reasonable explanation for that. Now that I'm in Grade 12, the last year of high school, things have been extremely busy. I don't think I've ever mentioned what my courses are for this semester. Anyways, I have: Writer's Craft, Philosophy, and English. I originally had Biology for first period but I chose to drop it because I couldn't catch up with that subject when there's so much going on and I don't even understand half the stuff that was going on anyways. Before I dropped, my mark in that class was 41%, so go figure. I basically used my last spare to drop it, which means that for next semester, if something doesn't work out for me, I can't drop any of my courses any more since I've already used up all of my spares. For those of you who don't know, you need 30 credits to graduate high school in Ontario. Since we have 8 courses per year (4 per semester), that leaves us with 2 spare periods which we could use anytime during high school and I just used up all of them (I used the other last year). Right now, I already have a bunch of assignments that are on hold and waiting to be done since the holidays are coming soon and everything needs to be hand in. I have two major essays that are going to be worth a significant portion of our final marks in English (1000 word essay...not too bad) and Philosophy (around 8 pages...still not sure how to connect my arguments with the philosophies), a short story to write for Writer's Craft that's also worth a significant portion of our final marks (about 8-10 pages), and other little smaller assignments in between. I also got my mid-term report card lately. I'll just show it to you, rather than telling you what I got:
See, my overall average was 0.3% away from 75%. In Ontario, most universities' cut-off range is 75%. I'm just that close. Good thing the mid-term reports don't count anything at all, so as long as I get at least that 75% by the end of the semester then it's fine, since that's when we have our transcripts submitted. Another thing that ticks me off is that I got a "N" (need improvement) for Initiative in English. Even though that doesn't worth shit, it still pisses me off because it's so BS. If my English teacher thinks I need more initiative, then she should take a look at herself in the mirror first. Seriously, she doesn't do shit. You can ask everyone in my class and they would all tell you that they don't like her. Talking to her is like talking to a stone wall. She's unapproachable, always out of the classroom, doesn't have a lot of reactions to anything. Ugh, you know, if your science/math teacher is dead, you would still have your textbooks. If your English teacher is dead, then you're dead. And considering how 12U English is the most important class in high school (at least for the students heading to universities), it doesn't look too optimistic. But as long as I'm 70% or above, then I'm safe since that's what's required for university. Btw, Writer's Craft is probably the busiest class I've ever taken. There's always something to do...no, it's not just something, it's a number of things to do at the same time. (notice how I censored the teacher's name for English and Writer's Craft? lol) Moving on, in other news, today...is my 19th birthday. Notice how I didn't put this as my first story/paragraph of the blog entry? Yeah, I don't really care much about it. I'm not being like what I was during my 18th, 17th, or 16th birthday, where I was making a big fuss out of it, mourning for how it was coming and trying to avoid it. After having the 18th birthday that marked my adulthood, I don't really care with avoiding any more birthdays since I only did it to mourn about my childhood and teenage in the first place. See, the thing is, for every birthday in the last few years, I've always felt...well, bad for myself as I look back on the way things have been. I guess I have had this sense of envy, knowing that I have grown older and that I haven't gotten to do all the many things that other teenagers, or rather the majority of teenagers, seem to have done. This might sound silly, but you know, all those things you see and hear about with teenagers, whether through what they have said, what others have said, or even what's on the media. Yeah, that... I felt like I've never really lived "my life", and I guess that's why I've always mopped around when it comes to my birthday. For instance, right now, I'm turning 19. Looking back, it was suppose to be the "great 18", and what have I done during this year compared to all those 18-year-olds who have been celebrating their freedom the whole year (doing various shit that's considered legal for them now; I don't think it's necessary for me to list it all)? I feel so little and abnormal when I compare myself to them. But then again, I know I shouldn't compare because everything I've been through is different. Heck, I do have my independence already, I'm living by myself, for crying out loud. But you see, that's the thing; because of that, I AM different. As much as I like to promote and believe in individuality, I can't deny that sub-consciously, I - like many teenagers - would like to "fit in" and all that stupid immature shit, lol. Nevermind, I'm rambling off now, lol. Bottom line is, it's my birthday, I'm another year older. Happy Birthday to me :-) ! And if I wasn't so busy with school, I would celebrate this day like the way I did last year by exercising my new set of rights. In Ontario, you're not allowed to buy cigarettes, alcohol or gamble in a casino until you're 19. Although there's basically everything I am against and that I won't do any of it, except... I think I would like to experience a bit of tipsiness again, lol. But nah, lol. Hmm...what else to talk about? I guess that's basically it until I can come up with whatever I have left out. I know, sad isn't it that the only significant things that seem to pop up in my head when I think about the last couple of months is schoolwork eh, lol? Oh btw, there is something else that's worth mentioning. I still haven't gotten my name change after all this time. I could have gotten it done this day last year, but I waited till I personally met up with my mother to have a real face-to-face conversation and not just on the phone. Over the summer I spoke to her about it and at first she didn't like the sound of it, but eventually accepted and respected my decision after digesting my reasons. But her one condition was that I must reapply for extra copies of my original birth certificate for her to keep before I change my name. Right now, I'm still waiting for those replacement birth certificates, lol. Funny how it has taken so long eh? Speaking of which, regarding the name change blog entry, a few people have wondered why I post such personal things and how they though it was stupid. Well the thing is, I've always done that. Little do some people know, I've always been pretty open about my personal life, for the most part. After all, I don't have much I need to hide from nor be afraid of. I'm always willing to talk about me and my life, and I do it all the time. It's just a matter of whether or not you would listen. And if you listen carefully, everything can be revealed. Before I go, a few autumn pictures that I told that I would like to share with everyone, :-) : September 19 "Mordalfus"?There is an important matter at stake right now, and I need advice from whomever's reading this. For those of you who don't know, ever since I was 13, I've been determined to have my name changed to something else other than Ivan Ngai Sum Sze. And now the opportunity to do so is finally available now I am "home", of legal age, and having been in the country for the past 12 months (it's part of the requirements to change your name, so I had to wait even after the immediate moment I turned 18). So now's the moment. Before I go on, some of you might not know the reasons why nor the story behind this whole thing, and some of you might have already known it but have simply forgotten it. If you are one of those, the following two paragraphs would be what you need to know about what's going on. I have always hated my father and his side of the family. My father was a coward, worthless and pathetic man who hardly contributed anything to keep the family working. Things with my parents and the in-laws usually won't work out, and in the end, our families separated. My father did nothing afterwards to sustain me and my mother, but instead he ran away. My paternal grandmother has always been part of the problem with the arguments that goes on within the family, and after our families split up, she helped him covered his tracks so that he would not have to take care of us. All of this happened when I was around 3-4. That's the reason why I've never liked my last name/surname/family name/whatever you like to call it, and that's the reason why I would almost never use my full name unless for documentation or formal purposes, and that's the reason why I wanted to drop my family name. Now the point of this entry isn't for me to ask whether anyone out there agrees with this idea of mine with changing my name, but it is to ask for advice, opinions, comments and suggestions for what I'm about to do next with the name change idea. Ever since I was 13, I thought of using the name "Mordalfus". A completely fictional name that I got from a book called "Mattimeo" in the "Redwall" book series. There is no special reason why I chose to pick that name; I just like the name for the way it sounds and its uniqueness. However, despite how much I have mentioned this plan of mine to my friends over the past few years, it is until recently when I actually got the application form (I've been holding onto the form for the whole summer now because I need to first inform my mother of this decision of mine since I respect her and I was in HK for a month and a half with her during the summer) that I received a few negative feedback from people, telling me that it's a stupid idea (the name itself) and so on and so forth. It frustrates me at first that nobody said anything about it for all these years until now. And since I am a bit insecured and unconfident sometimes, I'm asking for as much advice as I can, as to whether I should stick with my plan of changing my surname to "Mordalfus", or whether I should pick an alternative name? If I should pick an alternative name, it would most probably be "Matthias" (love that name for a lot of reasons, even wanted it as a middle name, as well as naming a future son that name if I were to stick with Mordalfus) or something else (and that would require lots of planning and thinking all over again if that's the case). So in a nutshell, my final question is what would you think if someone had a family name/surname/last name, Mordalfus? Would you think it's weird or unique? Cool or terrible? Good or bad? This is very important to me since I'm talking about something that would be for the rest of my life, and I only have a short time to do this as I want to get this done before I graduate high school (in my last year of high school this year, remember?). I'd really appreciate it if you have read this all, respond to this entry and take the less-than-a-minute survey (if you really can't be bothered to reply directly, then at least take the survey). Please be honest and respectful. Thank you. :-) Survey URL: http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=Qwq32K8MX3pJTZHIW3f5Pw_3d_3d September 10 Here We Go AgainOn a random note, take a look at the date today, 09/09/09, special eh? Today is also special by the fact that it's the first day back to school for me, and I'm in Grade 12 now. It was not too bad and not that great, was just okay. It felt a bit weird to be back in school actually, especially with the issues I've mentioned in the blog entry that I posted right after school ended. But like I said, after all this time, I'm not gonna let all of my problems get the best of me this year since it's my second year in this school as well as my last, and last in high school overall. I'm trying to keep having faith that this year's gonna be a good year. :-) Anyways, for the first semester I have, Math - Data Management (i might drop out or switch out of it since me and math don't go well, especially if it's first period...), Writer's Craft (a special english class that focuses on writing skills, something that I want so to sharpen my writing skills; the teacher seem really stern though and i don't like that), Philosophy, and Biology. Let's hope everything goes well with school. An undate on my 5-week journey to Hong Kong from July 17 to August 24, visiting friends and family, and I have quite a lot to show and talk about now that I'm back. If I were to describe my feelings for everything about my stay in HK, it would be the word, "change". Because while I was there, I saw that a lot of things have changed and I knew it the moment I saw my siblings again. Oh, how they've grown! They're taller, bigger, and just simply...different. For example, their hands have grown larger than the last time I held them. Ever since I've moved out and my family has moved to a new, better and safer apartment, they've grown a lot more independent and they know how to take care of themselves now. Heh, children are always the easiest way to measure the changes in life. Speaking of the new apartment my family has moved to, my family seems to be doing a lot better over the past year. Family has been gaining some extra money from stocks my stepdad had invested. They've moved to a much better apartment (bear in mind that about 90% of residence in HK are apartments, space cost a lot there). My stepdad's company provide a car for him since they promised a raise a long time ago and now they're giving him a car instead of a raise to make up for it, and it's even a Mercedez-Benz E-class. So everything's been going very well with my family and I'm very happy about that. It's amazing how so much change can happen in one year. It was nice to see my family and how well they're doing, as well as the friends that I've made there and have loved all along (they have different backgrounds, some were raised in HK, some weren't, but most of them weren't raised in the local Chinese culture because of their foreign backgrounds; so if only they were here instead of over there), and had a great time with them. You know, about two years ago, I once said and considered that if the happy things would stay the way they are, then I would give up my dream of "coming home" and stay there with the happiness I've found (in terms of friendship; the only problem I had with my life at that point besides the fact that I was away from "home" was my stepdad, but that's another long story for another day). But I never gave up on my dream of "coming home" because I thought that all of us were leave some day anyways, knowing that we're only there for indefinite periods of time (like i said, most of my friends were from other countries, who were just staying in HK for a indefinite period of time). So my stay there made me wonder about that thought I had two years ago now that I saw that things haven't changed and most probably won't change much any more now that the period of uncertainty while we were "graduating" is over... But in the end, I knew HK would never be my home because there are too many differences there for me to bear compared to what I perceive as my home. I wouldn't mind living over there for a period of time, but certainly not staying there. I'd say that I'm happy with the way things are right now in my life, to live my life at "home" in Canada and visit HK every so often (more like every year) to see my friends and family, so I won't be missing them TOO much. And that's the way it is, and I guess that's what's best, considering and knowing that one cannot have things both ways and in all the ways they want it to be. Now before I go, a few of the best pics I took while I was in HK. You know where to find the rest of my album ("Revisiting HK 2009") for this trip: right here or on my facebook.
Stanley district and the "Murray House" (a historical building) there me and my friends up on Victoria Hill, aka The Peak EDIT: whoops, turns out i posted this a little bit too late to be 09/09/09 any more... :-( July 01 Canadian Eh?The following is my tribute to Canada Day today, and my feelings and thoughts towards the nation of Canada and as to being a Canadian. This summer I am going to Hong Kong to visit my family and relatives, and when I told people that, a few of them would automatically assume my "home" is there and I can tell when they would ask me a simple question such as, "when are you going home?" Even though such cases are exceptional and do not often occur, I don’t like it when certain people would make such assumptions simply because I am of Chinese decent and ethnicity. I understand why they would have such assumptions in their head while approaching to a person whose background and appearances may suggest that they might have come from elsewhere and I do not blame them for doing so, but I do think they should be more considerate before they actually say something like that to a person because you never know if that person is a Canadian and if they would be offended by that. By referring elsewhere as my "home", I feel as though I am thought of as a "visitor" and I, for one, do not like to that because Canada is the place I was born and raised in, and I've always considered it my home. (On an additional note, for those of you know me, I was away from the country for 6 years. During these 6 years, I was homesick and I realized how precious this home was, and I fought my way to reclaim my home. So this home is precious to me and I do whatever I can to stand by to it) Despite all that, I do not feel any less Canadian than any other average Canadian. In my opinion, anyone who genuinely considers Canada their home is a Canadian. And one's background cannot serve as a basis for determining whether someone is Canadian because under that concept, about 95% of the Canadian population wouldn’t be considered as Canadians and only those of Aboriginals/First Nations decent would be the "true and pure" Canadians. Other than those who are of Aboriginal/First Nation decent, everyone’s ancestors were originally from somewhere else, and they decided that they wanted to settle in a new place to start a new life, and call it their home. It’s the same story no matter what number of generations one’s family have settled here. Therefore, regardless of what backgrounds we have, what type of person we are, everyone can be called a Canadian as long as they genuinely consider Canada their home. In America, there is something known as the "American dream". In Canada, I believe that the Canadian dream is that anyone regardless of race, ethnic origin, gender, religion, sexual orientation, etc., would be able to know and feel that they are welcomed to this place, and be able to call it their home if they choose to do so. And the fact that we have always placed priority in accomplishing that and how we have incorporated it into our society and our identity is why I believe this country is magnificent, why I am proud to be Canadian and why I love this country so much. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CANADA! Proud of you, and proud to be yours! :)
The "Longest" UpdateIt's been forever since I've updated my blogs, it's been half a year already and it's been far too long as this is the longest I have ever taken in updating my blogs. I'd say that it was mostly due to procrastination as when something I want to mention happens but I don't put it down immediately and I just wait till I feel like it, other things happen as well and as that list of things you want to talk about builds up, it just takes longer to type it up and post it, and so there would be even more procrastination. Actually now that I come to think about it, ever since my second semester started, I've been growing lazier as time goes by. I guess that's what happens when you're by yourself and no longer have your parents to constantly bug you and nag you over every thing you do at home. Heh, and I thought I had good self-discipline, guess I need to work on that then. Anyways, I'm just gonna briefly go over all the important things that have happened since the last time I've posted. First semester was finished by the end of January and I did reasonably well, got 78% in Anthropo-/Socio-/Psycho-logy (average 71%), 82% in Philosophy (average 78%), 63% in Math (average 73%; I think I'm done with Math for all now, not gonna take it next year), 80% in Biology (average 80%). My overall average was 75.8%, and if it wasn't for Math I would have gotten 80% which would be great, since I think the minimum passing grade for university is 75% (for overall average) and if you get over 80% for your overall average by the time you graduate, you'd get the Ontario scholarship for university and as your overall average goes higher, the higher your scholarship. Speaking of Phy Ed and sports earlier, there's something else that I want to mention. On one of the last few days of school, floor hockey was played in Phy Ed. I can't remember when was the last time I played it since it must have been several years. But for the first time, I was actually tempted to join in and play cause I was genuinely interested (i usually sit out...our class is mostly a fitness class, we don't do sports that often, when we do, that's what I do...that's me, i'm a bad sport). Now there's one more thing that's important and worth mentioning. During March Break, I went on a trip to Michigan. It was the first I've been in the US for several years now. What was I doing there? This would sound really silly but let me tell you something. For those of you who know me pretty well, I spend quite a lot of time on the internet and I sort of even have a life on the internet and have made a bunch of e-friends. One of them is someone by the name of DJ (DJ are his initials and what people usually call him) who is the longest e-friend I've made and possibly the longest friend I've had who I've kept in contact (I've known him since i was 13). Anyways, he's from Lansing, Michigan (the capital city of the State of Michigan) and his 18th birthday was at the end of March. So during March Break, I decided to make a trip to Michigan (to Lansing, and a short stop at Detroit while taking Greyhound) so that I could personally meet him at last, to sort of celebrate his birthday even though it's after March Break, and to also go on a little vacation of my own as well as visit the United States. It was great and I enjoyed it even though I only spent about 4 days there and that was it, but still it was a nice experience. I'm just gonna post some of the pictures I took during my trip, but not all since there's too much and I've got other pics to post as well. For the rest, check out the "Michigan" album on either my default blog as usual at http://spaces.msn.com/megastorm88 or for simplicity sake, http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=67208&id=810318538&l=6479e7aa93 on my Facebook. the Michigan State Capitol at Lansing, Michigan: Grand River from Frances Park in Lansing, Michigan: In Detroit (seeing is believing, wasn't impressed by that city, guess what they said was true):
And for those who are interested in the pics more than the things I say sometimes, here's some more. Last month was Open Doors Toronto, an annual event where about over a hundred historial, cultural, whatever significant buildings are open free to the public for visits. And it usually takes place on the weekend of late May.
the Council Chamber at Toronto City Hall: a model of downtown Toronto at City Hall Hmm, so what else to be updated on...I'm going to Hong Kong from July 17 to August 24 to visit my family. I'm getting my driving lessons because Ontario laws say that I could get a shorter waiting period for my driving test for my G2 licence (G2 = probitionary licence, right now I have a G1 = learner's permit) and cheaper insurance in the future. Besides, I could use some lessons to get me more familar with driving. :) Um, I'm also thinking of finally getting my name change after the summer since that's what I've always wanted to do but if you remember my previous blog entries, I couldn't do it cause I had to be in Ontario for the past 12 months to do so. It has already been 12 months (like I said, it's been a year and a week or two since I've gotten "home", can you believe that?), but since I'm flying, I don't want to do anything yet. Besides, it's best to let my mom know beforehand as well, so yeah. January 01 Moving On...Happy New Year, everyone! I hope everyone had a good year last year and may you have an even better year this year. For me, 2008 was a great, eventful, and meaningful year. Got a new laptop, new phone, bought an iPod, got to go to Japan, came "home" to Toronto, which also brought back good memories, and had good "endings" with my friends in HK (not as in our friendship are over, but as in things were great and warming before I left and even after i left, we're still doing good). It's been a year of new hopes, good evenings, new accomplishments, and good endings. Now I don't do New Year's resolutions because I don't believe in them cause from the way i see it, New Year's resolutions are only a spur of the moment thing where people only keep them in mind during the New Year's and after the "New Year's period" is over, it's usually completely forgotten, so for me, there's no point in doing it. But what I will do is state what I'd like to wish for in the new year of 2009. For 2009, I wish for a year of close and meaningful relationships, a year that's fun and eventful, with things taking on a new and fastinating approach. (it may sound like any typical greeting wish, but I'm specific with my choice of words on this one so it does mean something) What wishes do you have this for year and what are you looking forward to for 2009? What I did above was a thing I'd usually do each year on my "diary" on my forum site that I mentioned that I have been on for the past 5 years, "vT" (just a short form of the actual name). And speaking of "vT", like I said before about how the loss of vT would hit me sooner or later, while it's starting to get to me. Now that vT's dead, it made me realize how much lonelier I've become since vT has always been my primary escape from reality or when I'm not able to do anything outside. vT also brought me a bunch of "e-friends" who I talk to when there's no one else to talk to but since I'm not close enough with some of them to have their contacts, I may never see them again now that it's gone. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted, but yeah...meh... On the subject of loneliness and such, I just wanna comment on something about the relationships between people and how things change in terms of that as people grow older. I know, I know, I'm going on about the whole aging thing again but I wasn't quite done back there because there was another reason (among the many others, lol) why I've always hated growing up. Anyways, I've noticed that as poeple grow up, they seem to grow...colder as well...how should I put it...like colder in terms of relationships. Remember what I mentioned about the masks we all wear? Well in my opinion, it seems like these masks become more...well, concieving for some, as they grow older which makes it harder to actually personally get to know people. And it also seems like they don't make as much of an effort to maintain relationships with people. I think it's all because people become more self-orientated since they've grown up and are able to take care of themselves, so they don't rely on people as much. But then again, humans are social beings, and everyone's scale of socialization is different. Some are satisfy with how things have become when they have grown up. Some just don't care, and some are not satisify because they just don't seem to get enough of that closer and more relationships as they have experience or got to have experience, such as myself. And as I speak for myself, for people like me, when we don't seem to react much on this, it's not because we wanted or liked it to happen this way, it's just case we've gotten used to it. Enough of the down tone-ness. Once again, wishing everyone out there all the best as we all move along with the new year, our lives and whatever's next. God bless! December 25 Merry Christmas!Merry Christmas! Here's my little shoutout to you all and everyone, that may you have a very Merry Christmas as well. God bless!
I really don't know what is it I want to say in this entry, I guess I'll just be posting a brief entry on how Christmas was and how it went. Well first of all, it's my first Christmas back here at "home" and I delighted to celebrate back here since I've always complained about how lacking holiday spirit is, while I was away in HK and China. But you know what I find interesting? It's like while I was in HK, I would make a much greater effort to create holiday spirit because I felt like there wasn't enough of that, but yet now that I'm back, i hardly do much and it just seems like an ordinary holiday, with not too much going on but just chillin'. The little things that have made holiday a bit of something were two things...snow and Christmas trees. I always say that winter's not the same without snow and finally, there's snow; haven't had a white Christmas for 7 years now. Despite how snow turns into slush which I hate a lot, and how it's also difficult to walk when that slush turns into ice, I still love that white stuff. :-) The other thing that made my Christmas were Christmas trees. I have not had a Christmas tree at my place for Christmas in 7 years now. I bought this tiny little 60 cm (2 feet) Christmas tree for my room (can't get a huge one, they're expensive and I have nowhere to store it), put it on my bedside table, decorated with lights and stuff. And I can tell you that despite its small size, everytime I look at that little Christmas tree, it just puts a smile on my face. Even though I haven't done much this Christmas, just the snow and Christmas tree itself already made it look like Christmas. You have to learn to find the blessings in the little things.
Other things that are worth mentioning about this Christmas, I got a microwave from Amanda since i kinda need one for the convenience of eating. The phone I mentioned last time was part-Christmas and part-birthday present from my parents, so yeah. Aaannnddd, i think that's about it. Oh, and I also won another $10 from the free ticket I won from the second lottery ticket I bought on my birthday. :-D As for what else I did for Christmas, well like I said I didn't really do anything. I did my usual routine in sending out dozens of Christmas cards to all the people I care and I nearly spend all my birthday money for Christmas; funny how the things I received, most were given back out.The only person i could celebrate it with this year is my grandma, and all we did was have a buffet dinner on Christmas Eve and stayed over for these couple of days. On Christmas Day (today), we didn't do anything really since it was just the two of us, stores are close and there's nothing to do really. I wanted to go to church today, but it turns out the church around my grandma's place didn't have a service for Christmas today which kinda upset me. The only service they had was for last night on Christmas Eve which I should have realize but forgot. Although it upsets me that since Christmas was suppose to be celebrating Christ's birth in the first place, but then again, the important thing is the way you bring about the meaning and what's in the heart, right? Well that's about it...for now. Again, Merry Christmas (whether or not you celebrate it i'm still gonna spread and share my joy for it)! And now for some pictures, I took tons of pics cause I couldn't get the perfect picture, so I'll just post the top ones I like the most and then you decided, the rest is in my facebook/myspace/MSN Space, etc:
![]() ![]() ![]() the little Christmas tree on my bedside table
the goregous Swarovski Christmas Tree at the largest mall in Toronto, Eaton Centre
![]() ![]() ![]() Eaton Centre itself
![]() Toronto City Hall, during the winter, with the Christmas tree far in the background and people skiing on Nathan Phillips Square
![]() PS: all of these pics were taken with my new camera phone. :-D December 23 Counting Up / Counting DownWell "counting up" to my last blog entry about my whole nostalgia thing, there are a couple of things I need to say about it. First of all, i just found out yesterday that the forum site (which I'd call it by its short form name, "vT") I've been going to for the past 5 years...'died'...the server/provider had a bunch of problems and finally it's gone now...It seems so coincidental that I joined that forum site right when I turned 13 and it died...now right after my **th birthday (thou shall not speak of the evil number Moving on, oh, that part I said I got a new phone. Yeah, the phone that I was originally using broke down for some odd reason and I sent it back to HK (where I bought it...random NOTE: Asia and Europe have the best phones in the world...and sadly, North American phones suck!), hoping it can be fixed. But it couldn't be fixed so my parents said that I pick out a new phone and they can send it over as a birthday and Christmas combined-present. And continuing with that whole nostalgia thing, after posting up the pic I took for the last entry, i've been wanting to do a picture timeline of the places I've been for a while now, now that I've got most of all the pictures I've took since I got back here (you have already seen them already). So here goes: Born here on 2:06 PM (EST), Sunday, December 2, 1990: Up till I was 3-4 years old, i moved between my parents' (both me and my biological father) apartment and my father's family house, and then after they were divorced, me and my mom rented a place before we finally settled down...here which was where I stayed from ages 4-8, with my grandma mostly around while my mom had to work nearly all the time, and during that time, from kindergarten till middle of Grade 3, I studied here: Mom remarried to my stepdad and then we moved to his place, which was in the western suburbs of Toronto - Mississauga and lived there for about 2 years from 8-9, where I also studied from the middle of Grade 3 till after I finished Grade 4 after my siblings (half, but I don't care if they're half-related or full-related or whatever, i still love them) were born, we needed to move to a bigger place, so we bought a house waaay up north in the edge of the northern suburbs, in a community called Nobleton: sadly, while I was up in Nobleton that day, I couldn't manage to take a pic of the school I studied while I was there - Nobleton Senior Public School then went to mainland China because of some business problems from my parents and was there for 2.5 years...hated China so damn much that I didn't take any pics (then again, i didn't have a camera then...even if i did, there was really nothing that was worth taking pictures of) then settled in Hong Kong for 3.5 years after things in China didn't work out at all and now...no pics of my school, only the room I live in so yeah, even though this was kinda unnecessary, but there we go. a timeline of pictures of the many times I have moved. see...this was what I was talking about in my previous blog entry and like I said, the spirit of Christmas is cheering me on. afterall, this is the first Christmas I get to spend back here in Canada. with the snow, the Christmas spirit, the tree, etc....yeah, I'll get more into that when Christmas comes. until then, let's count down for Christmas. :-) take care, God bless, everyone. December 11 Things Will Never be the Same AgainNOTE: I know this entry is extremely long, but if you read it all, it would mean a lot and you would understand so much more about me. the important points are in bold if you wanna skim though.
If you wondered what the heck was the previous entry was about...well you see, that entry was posted on the day before my birthday...my 18th birthday on December 2, in fact. Yes, that's right, I'm officially considered as an "adult" now *sigh*. Even though physically nothing has changed, but symbollically, it's a big step and nothing will ever be the same again. For those of you who don't know me well enough, get ready, cause you're in for quite a story of my life. You see, I dread growing up, and I had dread my 18th birthday so much. The reasons why are simple, because I felt like my entire youth had been "wasted" away, and by youth, I meant childhood and teenage combined. You see, I was never really satisified with the way my youth went. There had been so much shit that has happened in my life that I felt like I've never really had much of the opportunity to...enjoy my youth. Just to give you a list of major events that have happened in my life so far:
- family had always been screwed up, shattered and broken, there had been very few who could have been counted on - parents were divorced when I was a very little kiddo (and my real dad was never seen again...motherfucker...) - mom had to work her ass off day and night just to provide for me and my grandma - grew up with my grandma during a portion of my life and she had...well problems (she's a bit eccentric...more than you know; there was even another entry here not too long ago that described just one of the ways how she's a bit crazy) and those problems kinda screwed up part of my development as a person and part of my personality too - mom got remarried - stepdad treated me like shit - couldn't say a word about because my siblings were born and I didn't want to screw up the family (cause I know their marriage would be in crisis if I said a word and their family would be torn) - some business investment shit happened and we had to move and stay in China and HK for a period of time where I was literally dying there - never had much long-term/longlasting friends because I've moved several times in my life - ...and now, here we are. Ever heard of mid-life crisis? Yeah, I constantly had something I'd like to call, "youth-life crisis" or "quarter-life crisis". Like I said, I just felt like so much drama and shit has been happening continously, that it feels like I've never had much of a chance to stop and enjoy my youth or do what most "normal" things kids were able to do (please don't ask me for a list of examples...just think of some of the things you used to do as a kid or some of the things the typical kid across the street does and play). And because of that, I didn't want to move on because I felt like I'm not through with childhood and teenage and that it had been too short. Another reason why I dreaded adulthood is because...I'm cynical about the adult world. Remember my entry before the previous one, about how people wear masks? Well...I believe that by adulthood, everyone wears an even bigger and thicker mask because their masks have been fully developed and that...well it's harder to look behind that mask and form an actual and real relationship with someone (by relationship, I always mean relationships in general, not just the romance and dating ones). And for all those reasons, I've never looked forward to growing up, because I don't want to be like those people. Heh, funny how everyone else forward to growing up and have "freedom". Oh, and speaking of "freedom". On my actual birthday, I decided to exercise as much of my "rights and freedoms" as a "legal person" as I can. First of all, I called in the school to skip and authorized my absence; no more sneaky sneaky skipping any more. I've always wanted to rename myself to something else: Ivan Matthias Martin Mordalfus, it's a long story but since I've always hated my dad's side of the family and wanted to disconnect my surname from theirs; wanted to start a new family line since it seems like most of the names in my family were from jerks; also wanted to change my middle names as well while I was at it since I never liked it either. Even though I'm now legal and have the right to do so...I found out that I had to be in my province for the last 12 months in order to do so, meh. I also tried increasing the limit in my bank account (currently it's a pathetic $100 per day, free 15 times transaction per month), but couldn't do anything like that until my account has been around at least 6 months. Wanted to finally change my bill back to my name as receipant instead of my grandma's name...but couldn't unless my grandma was there as well. Despite all this talk about "new rights and freedoms", I still found myself restricted by certain restrictions. Like I said, it feels as if nothing has really changed much...I dunno. But the only other right I was able to freely and willingly use was to buy a lottery ticket...which I scored 4 numbers and won about $50-something. Wow...4 numbers on my first ticket, there's my little birthday present from God. :) Oh, and I also got 5 confirmed gifts from people too. So that I was happy about. But anyways, I spent the whole day out on my own, doing whatever. I wanted my moment of solitude, so I literally disconnected myself from everyone I know on that day because I did not want to talk about my birthday much really. On that day, I also went to revisit the very first school I attended, from kindergarten to the middle of Grade 3, White Haven Junior Public School, as well as the neighbourhood where I used to live while I was there. Also went to the hospital I was born in, on the exact same time I was born on, to signify and mark my official exact 18 years. Then spent the rest of the day, wandering around. Interesting how as I looked at all these places, so much has changed and so much is still the same. For example, "Scarborough Grace Hospital" is now called "Scarborough Hospital - Grace Division", yet it's still the same hospital, and how White Haven used to have portable classrooms and now they're all gone and replaced by a new block of the building, but it's still the same school. I hope the same can be said about me...things have changed for me, but I'm still the same. :-) Here are some pics I took that day:
the hospital I was born in, Scarborough Grace Hospital. went back there at the exact same date and time as I was born as you can see in the watch pics (except i was born on a Sunday, not a Tuesday)
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() the place where I used to live between ages 4-8
![]() ![]() the first school i've attended, from kindergarten till the middle of Grade 3, White Haven Junior Public School
![]() ![]() After wandering around for an entire day, I realized something. I think I had come to a conclusion as to why I do these things and why I tend to be so nostalgic, having such a hard time letting go things. I think it's because...I've never been able to truly have something that lasted long enough for me to truly hold onto throughout these years, and so in my desperation of holding onto something, I reach for all these little pieces of what I could have, put them altogether and hold onto that. Instead of holding that one or few things that make up my life, I have to hold onto the several pieces that made up my life, and not able to let go of anything because one little piece gone meant that it would be incomplete, as if my life isn't already feeling incomplete. I realized that all I ever wanted...was a home. My family had always been shattered and it had always been my mom who was actually there this whole time. Now don't get me wrong, I love my mother very very much and I know she does too and would do all her best for whatever's good for me, but just herself can't be the definition of what my entire life. Besides, despite how close we are, there's always a small gap between us in which I'd never tell her all these inner-feelings I have because I know she cares too much about me. I know that because she would try so hard to help even though her best just isn't enough to solve all of life's problems sometimes or that sometiems she cannot fully understand, that it would just bring her down along with me, so that's why I'd never tell and give out too much information. But by home, i didn't mean just family, i meant the deeper meanings behind the single four-letter word, home. Because I've moved so much, I was never in a place not enough to develop any strong and long relationships with anyone that was longlasting. if there's any place I'd call home, it would definitely be Canada, or more specifically, Toronto (or the Greater Toronto Area), since I was born and raised here, and spent majority of my life here. But the area of the city itself and its suburbs are huge, and even though I've lived here most of my life, but it's only in many different regions within this area. It's all shattered, along with everything else. But you know what...the sad thing is, I can't do anything about it. Time goes on, life moves on, what else are you gonna do about it? Some may say that you just gotta move on as well...but that's the main problem here! It's always so much harder for me to move on, I just stand still and wishing I could have more time, opportunities, and chances for me to make up for the things I couldn't have and enjoy it. But I know you can't stand still while everything else just keeps on going. That's why I have these 'breakdowns' every so often and get really bitter as I look into the past, because part of me is still stuck in that past, and it would take a miracle to pull that part of me out of that past, because the past is irreversible. As we have no choice to take that step and move on to life, nothing will ever be the same again. More the reasons why I felt bitter about turning into an adult, and all the more anyone who has fully read this dreadfully long entry, now knows about me. Cause if you have read through this all, you now know most of everything already. And if you've cared enough about me to read all this, please say something, anything, let me know that someone out there actually cares, because...I love you. December 01 The EndYesterday and the days before are lost and gone.
And now, today will be the last day of my life. Tomorrow would be the worst day of my life, and the days after will never be the same again. As these days watch over time, these days watch over us tonight. |
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