HOME | DD

Description
It's been a while since I last did a ST hasn't it? Blame not being able to get a haircut in a long time. (Now my hair is long enough to cover my eyes and it sucks when trying to draw :- And yes I have not chosen a style to stick with yet but something like this is probably going to be it.. but that is besides the point of this post. I'll shut up now so I can ... keep .... ta..lking....

----------------A N Y W A Y-------------- Let's begin eh?

I feel like I should dive deep into abyss or void of my memories...... some not so very good memories from my childhood. I'm going to be cringing and swimming in these thoughts for a while soooo... ehhh. With the older memories I don't think the accuracy will be spot on because, of false memories and junk relating to age and whatever.... they told us in high school while I played games on an ipad......... And I'm rambling again.

The very far back I can reach in my memories is back when I got scared of a peacock when I was still in China. My family took me to this zoo or some sort of nature park that had free roaming animals. I remember being in a stroller and seeing a peacock with its feathers up. That wasn't whatbscared me though. What scared me was this high pitch noise it made. Or at least I sort of think so? Honestly I actually don't know what a peacock sounds like. There's a high probability the sound that frightened me was from a car that needed to be oiled or another kid screaming. I'm not a fan of high pitched noises today as a 23 year old. So if I saw a peacock and it decided to screech at me it would still upset me *shrugs*

I remember preschool pretty well. I was hyperactive, I hated things that were not play time or active. (COMPLETE 180 NOW) I think most preschools are supposed to have a nap time. Everyone I know seems to remember doing that in preschool but we never did that, which I think is weird. I remember having 2 really good friends. A boy named Alec, who I have memories visiting his house. (Wasn't far from mine) I don't remember much of our time as friends. I also had this other friend named Olivia. I remember her more since we were friends longer. We played more and we always got in trouble for disrupting story times. Olivia left preschool before I did, and neither friends I had there went to elementary school with me. It wasn't so bad since I was going to elementary school with a few kids I already knew. FUN FACT!
The smell of playdoh really brings me nostalgia to preschool.
(Sniff play doh to recieve hits of nostalgia)

I always had to go to the house nextdoor to mine whenever my parents went to work. And by always I mean every day from morning to late afternoon. (Mom works with technology at the city's general hospital and dad's a pharmacist/ manager at the pharmacy, which demand a lot of time I guess) I hated going nextdoor most of the time because it was boring, it smelled funny in their house, and the only TV were these really violent cantonese dramas they would watch, or news. Occasionally there were a few other kids that would be there. They were my childhood friends. (The OGs) It wasn't till a few years they got the cartoon channels for us to watch. When that happened the TV became the babysitter. I really do not remember much other than watching TV. The people who'd take care of us was a grandma, a grandpa and several of her kids who were aunts and uncles us. They also fed us lots of noodles while we watched tv. I really hated the strict uncle who would always yell at us for eating and watching TV. He'd say thinga like. "You can't watch TV and eat because how do you know where your mouth is if you're distracted by the TV" .......... (WHAT THE FUUU-) I really hated him because he'd yell at us if we weren't napping when we needed to. I hated doing naps because the smell of the house bothered me too much. It was a huge mix of incense, food, and their noisy kitchen stove fan was always on. This uncle just always scared me. Even now when I see him outside and say hi to him, and he says hi back his voice will always make me have a negative internal reaction. His twin brother was the complete opposite. The twin brother was always playful and cheerful. Later into elementary school years, I actually loved going nextdoor. The childhood friends went there way more often, we ate so much, and the strict uncle really chilled out. It was all good. Until I ended up going to an after school care thing around 4th grade. I hated it. Being bunched in there with a bunch of kids of varying ages in one trailer building. I did that up until grade 6. Yes I made some good friends during the few years I went but I will never say I liked going there. It was so unnecessary. Going nextdoor to be looked after was free. They did it cause they're family friends. I already knew my friends there.... I WILL KNOW WHY MY PARENTS CHOSE TO PAY TO PUT ME IN A PLACE WITH KIDS I BARELY KNEW. It's one of many things I will never understand why they did. I won't get into detail with that now. It'll be done in another storytime post.

Lets talk about..... phases..... I went through so many random phases. There were your standard phases, fascination with cars and dinosaurs, love of a TV show like Spongebob, and so on yeah?

I HAD A TITANIC PHASE......... It started in 3rd grade. I borrowed a book from the school library and it was this learning how to ready picture book about the Titanic. It didn't have a whole lot of info in detail so I took out a more detailed book in the shcool library and IT BEGAN. I kept borrowing Titanic books. I started watching the James Cameron movie when I found out we had the dvd for it at home. Well I was only allowed to watch the sinking part, on DVD 2(Titanic is such a long movie that there are two DVDs for it) For thise who've seen it I don't think I need to explain why 8 year old me was not allowed to watch the half of the movie on DVD 1. Well I eventually did watch it because I knew how to be sneaky. This Titanic phase also got me obsessed with disasters and tragedies in general. I was fascinated with stuff like the Hindenburg disaster, the Pompeii eruption, and WW2. The WW2 part may have been more because my dad always wanted to watch war movies with me. (PARENTS LOGIC: Gory, war movies with a shit ton of swearing are A-okay for their young son to watch, but G -forbid there be boobies) My Titanic phase died when a new phase kicked in. Enter Romeo and Juliet. Oh yeah. That was my next obsession. This was because my elementary school library had a R&J manga. I borrowed that thing, and kept reborrowing it until my mom bought me my own copy of it. (Manga and anime, that's how you get your kids to like something, take notes parents XD... jk... don't please don't) I'm going to be very honest. The Romeo and Juliet phase never really ended. It lies dormant and comes back every once a while. (As does my emo phase, my traditional chinese phase, my pokemon phase, and so on) I think my R&J phase is why I was one of the few students who enjoyed the shakespeare portions of english classes. I also really like Hamlet and Macbeth(don't curse me pls).

Like many kids. I've been through a lot of pain caused by being too rough, careless, or dumb. My first major injury happened as a toddler. I don't know why but my dumb kid brain decided swinging like a money on the window blinds handle would be a good idea. It ended with me slamming the back of my head on the pointy corner of the wall. It wasn't that painful but when I rubbed my head I thought I was just really really sweaty. (it was a warm summer day when this happened) I don't think I've ever felt more scared than that moment when I saw my hand covered in dark red blood. (GETTING GOOSE BUMPS HERE THINKING ABOUT IT) I had to get stitches from that. I don't think my dad who was home at the time knew what happened. The priority was gettiing me to the hospital. My next big injurasy came from a broken collar bone caused by a judo accident when I was 8. We were practising throws. At first we were practicing throws over with this soft mattress. Then the instructor decides "lets do it without the mattress. We were on some pretty large gym matts but they weren't good enough to protect me from my friend's poorly executed throw. I landed on my shoulder and broke my collar bone. The bone didn't break completely. It just split at the top and I had to wear a sling. To make things worse, this happened the same summer we went to Disneyland and Universal Studios in California. The good thing was, I am not someone who likes rides all that much (I get nausious) so the ones I wanted to go on were chill for the most part. I never went back to Judo after that incident because my parents were pissed at the instructor for deciding to practice throws off the mattress. I'm sure they were also pissed at the instructor's assistant for telling them that the bone wasn't broken after feeling the area. They didn't trust that guy's word and had me get an X Ray done the very next day. Having to live with the arm sling and the lasting soreness was the worst. I couldn't sleep on either side, or even lie down straight without there being pain. This all lasted for at least a month. I'm surprised how fast it healed. It happened in mid July, and by the start of school in september it was like nothing happened! A friend who I went to Judo class also happened to be a friend from school and he would talk about how much the instructor wanted me to rejoin the class. Now that I think about it at this very second I'm typing this, he never did get a chance to apologize to me or my parents for what happened. I think perhaps he may have felt some guilt over that. My judo friend would kept telling me about how I was wanted back for the next few years, untill I stopped talking to that friend as much as I did when I was 8. Sensei Max, wherever you are. I want you to know I never held anything against you over the incident during your lesson. If it were up to me I would have loved to rejoin your class when I recovered. I apologize for any guilt you may have felt, or still may feel since then.

Like many Asian kids I was enrolled in piano lessons. I hated piano lessons. Well not entirely. I liked them for the first few years I took them. Yeah I found them very boring but tolerable. It was when I started having lessons an instructor who was verbally abusive, I started to hate it. She was picky as hell for little mistakes that most other instructors would simply overlook or give a soft reminder. There days where I would be unable to finish playing one song because everytime I did the slightest thing she didn't like she'd make me stop and replay from the beginning and keep that uo until I got it right. Doesn't matter how small the mistake was it was met with her yelling "STOP!" in my ear, followed by berating and starting from the beginning. I told my parents about why I hated this instructor but I don't think they believed me. It was when I started stretching the truth and over exaggerating and sometimes lying, they decided to have a talk with her to see what was going on. I don't know what they talked about but I assume the non exaggerated truth told by her, and what she thought if my piano skills, her form of teaching (A B U S E) was enough for them to pull me out of piano for good. They had her fired as well, because they also found out about another kid who had to deal with what I went through and they didn't want that kid to continue going through that either. If there's a person I genuinely hate and will never personally forgive, it was that piano instructor. I hope her career as a music instructor ended right there that day. (I do not condone lying, warping the truth against someone like how I did, but if in situation like mine, if all else truly fails, I will not condemn it. I did it out of desperation and I think think my parents knew I wasn't being truthful that day either but they probably knew I was desperate to be out of that situation. (Another reason I love 2009. It was the year I and another kid like me were freed from my verbally abuseful piano teacher)

I may or may not continue with another story time like this in the future. Right now my brain is tired from pulling up all these memories, and I need to get some down time.

I plan to get a hair cut sometime soon which means I will be able to draw and upload more often once I do!

Also Happy Independence Day to my watchers from the Philippines!

Cheers mates!

Description
It's been a while since I last did a ST hasn't it? Blame not being able to get a haircut in a long time. (Now my hair is long enough to cover my eyes and it sucks when trying to draw :- And yes I have not chosen a style to stick with yet but something like this is probably going to be it.. but that is besides the point of this post. I'll shut up now so I can ... keep .... ta..lking....

----------------A N Y W A Y-------------- Let's begin eh?

I feel like I should dive deep into abyss or void of my memories...... some not so very good memories from my childhood. I'm going to be cringing and swimming in these thoughts for a while soooo... ehhh. With the older memories I don't think the accuracy will be spot on because, of false memories and junk relating to age and whatever.... they told us in high school while I played games on an ipad......... And I'm rambling again.

The very far back I can reach in my memories is back when I got scared of a peacock when I was still in China. My family took me to this zoo or some sort of nature park that had free roaming animals. I remember being in a stroller and seeing a peacock with its feathers up. That wasn't whatbscared me though. What scared me was this high pitch noise it made. Or at least I sort of think so? Honestly I actually don't know what a peacock sounds like. There's a high probability the sound that frightened me was from a car that needed to be oiled or another kid screaming. I'm not a fan of high pitched noises today as a 23 year old. So if I saw a peacock and it decided to screech at me it would still upset me *shrugs*

I remember preschool pretty well. I was hyperactive, I hated things that were not play time or active. (COMPLETE 180 NOW) I think most preschools are supposed to have a nap time. Everyone I know seems to remember doing that in preschool but we never did that, which I think is weird. I remember having 2 really good friends. A boy named Alec, who I have memories visiting his house. (Wasn't far from mine) I don't remember much of our time as friends. I also had this other friend named Olivia. I remember her more since we were friends longer. We played more and we always got in trouble for disrupting story times. Olivia left preschool before I did, and neither friends I had there went to elementary school with me. It wasn't so bad since I was going to elementary school with a few kids I already knew. FUN FACT!
The smell of playdoh really brings me nostalgia to preschool.
(Sniff play doh to recieve hits of nostalgia)

I always had to go to the house nextdoor to mine whenever my parents went to work. And by always I mean every day from morning to late afternoon. (Mom works with technology at the city's general hospital and dad's a pharmacist/ manager at the pharmacy, which demand a lot of time I guess) I hated going nextdoor most of the time because it was boring, it smelled funny in their house, and the only TV were these really violent cantonese dramas they would watch, or news. Occasionally there were a few other kids that would be there. They were my childhood friends. (The OGs) It wasn't till a few years they got the cartoon channels for us to watch. When that happened the TV became the babysitter. I really do not remember much other than watching TV. The people who'd take care of us was a grandma, a grandpa and several of her kids who were aunts and uncles us. They also fed us lots of noodles while we watched tv. I really hated the strict uncle who would always yell at us for eating and watching TV. He'd say thinga like. "You can't watch TV and eat because how do you know where your mouth is if you're distracted by the TV" .......... (WHAT THE FUUU-) I really hated him because he'd yell at us if we weren't napping when we needed to. I hated doing naps because the smell of the house bothered me too much. It was a huge mix of incense, food, and their noisy kitchen stove fan was always on. This uncle just always scared me. Even now when I see him outside and say hi to him, and he says hi back his voice will always make me have a negative internal reaction. His twin brother was the complete opposite. The twin brother was always playful and cheerful. Later into elementary school years, I actually loved going nextdoor. The childhood friends went there way more often, we ate so much, and the strict uncle really chilled out. It was all good. Until I ended up going to an after school care thing around 4th grade. I hated it. Being bunched in there with a bunch of kids of varying ages in one trailer building. I did that up until grade 6. Yes I made some good friends during the few years I went but I will never say I liked going there. It was so unnecessary. Going nextdoor to be looked after was free. They did it cause they're family friends. I already knew my friends there.... I WILL KNOW WHY MY PARENTS CHOSE TO PAY TO PUT ME IN A PLACE WITH KIDS I BARELY KNEW. It's one of many things I will never understand why they did. I won't get into detail with that now. It'll be done in another storytime post.

Lets talk about..... phases..... I went through so many random phases. There were your standard phases, fascination with cars and dinosaurs, love of a TV show like Spongebob, and so on yeah?

I HAD A TITANIC PHASE......... It started in 3rd grade. I borrowed a book from the school library and it was this learning how to ready picture book about the Titanic. It didn't have a whole lot of info in detail so I took out a more detailed book in the shcool library and IT BEGAN. I kept borrowing Titanic books. I started watching the James Cameron movie when I found out we had the dvd for it at home. Well I was only allowed to watch the sinking part, on DVD 2(Titanic is such a long movie that there are two DVDs for it) For thise who've seen it I don't think I need to explain why 8 year old me was not allowed to watch the half of the movie on DVD 1. Well I eventually did watch it because I knew how to be sneaky. This Titanic phase also got me obsessed with disasters and tragedies in general. I was fascinated with stuff like the Hindenburg disaster, the Pompeii eruption, and WW2. The WW2 part may have been more because my dad always wanted to watch war movies with me. (PARENTS LOGIC: Gory, war movies with a shit ton of swearing are A-okay for their young son to watch, but G -forbid there be boobies) My Titanic phase died when a new phase kicked in. Enter Romeo and Juliet. Oh yeah. That was my next obsession. This was because my elementary school library had a R&J manga. I borrowed that thing, and kept reborrowing it until my mom bought me my own copy of it. (Manga and anime, that's how you get your kids to like something, take notes parents XD... jk... don't please don't) I'm going to be very honest. The Romeo and Juliet phase never really ended. It lies dormant and comes back every once a while. (As does my emo phase, my traditional chinese phase, my pokemon phase, and so on) I think my R&J phase is why I was one of the few students who enjoyed the shakespeare portions of english classes. I also really like Hamlet and Macbeth(don't curse me pls).

Like many kids. I've been through a lot of pain caused by being too rough, careless, or dumb. My first major injury happened as a toddler. I don't know why but my dumb kid brain decided swinging like a money on the window blinds handle would be a good idea. It ended with me slamming the back of my head on the pointy corner of the wall. It wasn't that painful but when I rubbed my head I thought I was just really really sweaty. (it was a warm summer day when this happened) I don't think I've ever felt more scared than that moment when I saw my hand covered in dark red blood. (GETTING GOOSE BUMPS HERE THINKING ABOUT IT) I had to get stitches from that. I don't think my dad who was home at the time knew what happened. The priority was gettiing me to the hospital. My next big injurasy came from a broken collar bone caused by a judo accident when I was 8. We were practising throws. At first we were practicing throws over with this soft mattress. Then the instructor decides "lets do it without the mattress. We were on some pretty large gym matts but they weren't good enough to protect me from my friend's poorly executed throw. I landed on my shoulder and broke my collar bone. The bone didn't break completely. It just split at the top and I had to wear a sling. To make things worse, this happened the same summer we went to Disneyland and Universal Studios in California. The good thing was, I am not someone who likes rides all that much (I get nausious) so the ones I wanted to go on were chill for the most part. I never went back to Judo after that incident because my parents were pissed at the instructor for deciding to practice throws off the mattress. I'm sure they were also pissed at the instructor's assistant for telling them that the bone wasn't broken after feeling the area. They didn't trust that guy's word and had me get an X Ray done the very next day. Having to live with the arm sling and the lasting soreness was the worst. I couldn't sleep on either side, or even lie down straight without there being pain. This all lasted for at least a month. I'm surprised how fast it healed. It happened in mid July, and by the start of school in september it was like nothing happened! A friend who I went to Judo class also happened to be a friend from school and he would talk about how much the instructor wanted me to rejoin the class. Now that I think about it at this very second I'm typing this, he never did get a chance to apologize to me or my parents for what happened. I think perhaps he may have felt some guilt over that. My judo friend would kept telling me about how I was wanted back for the next few years, untill I stopped talking to that friend as much as I did when I was 8. Sensei Max, wherever you are. I want you to know I never held anything against you over the incident during your lesson. If it were up to me I would have loved to rejoin your class when I recovered. I apologize for any guilt you may have felt, or still may feel since then.

Like many Asian kids I was enrolled in piano lessons. I hated piano lessons. Well not entirely. I liked them for the first few years I took them. Yeah I found them very boring but tolerable. It was when I started having lessons an instructor who was verbally abusive, I started to hate it. She was picky as hell for little mistakes that most other instructors would simply overlook or give a soft reminder. There days where I would be unable to finish playing one song because everytime I did the slightest thing she didn't like she'd make me stop and replay from the beginning and keep that uo until I got it right. Doesn't matter how small the mistake was it was met with her yelling "STOP!" in my ear, followed by berating and starting from the beginning. I told my parents about why I hated this instructor but I don't think they believed me. It was when I started stretching the truth and over exaggerating and sometimes lying, they decided to have a talk with her to see what was going on. I don't know what they talked about but I assume the non exaggerated truth told by her, and what she thought if my piano skills, her form of teaching (A B U S E) was enough for them to pull me out of piano for good. They had her fired as well, because they also found out about another kid who had to deal with what I went through and they didn't want that kid to continue going through that either. If there's a person I genuinely hate and will never personally forgive, it was that piano instructor. I hope her career as a music instructor ended right there that day. (I do not condone lying, warping the truth against someone like how I did, but if in situation like mine, if all else truly fails, I will not condemn it. I did it out of desperation and I think think my parents knew I wasn't being truthful that day either but they probably knew I was desperate to be out of that situation. (Another reason I love 2009. It was the year I and another kid like me were freed from my verbally abuseful piano teacher)

I may or may not continue with another story time like this in the future. Right now my brain is tired from pulling up all these memories, and I need to get some down time.

I plan to get a hair cut sometime soon which means I will be able to draw and upload more often once I do!

Also Happy Independence Day to my watchers from the Philippines!

Cheers mates!