Hello stargazers!
I'm Chow Hon Yu! You can call me Henry if you like (my friends do). I'm in Form 2 (8th grade for Americans) and I study in Evangel College. I'm also the only non-American author.
At Primary School, I was avoided by ALL the students because I was 'dirty' (Say that to me now and I will punch you). I was kind of a stargazer. I don't remember when this silliness stopped and the details (and I don't want to). The beginning of secondary school wasn't any better. I was still excluded from the rest, an outcast. One mean guy said I was 'weird' 'snitchy' 'had no friends'. I was nearly removed from the Facebook group of my class. But I kept dreaming. Hoping that I will be included.
We'll talk about my background later. Now let's talk about my relationship with Victoria. We first met at kindergarten, I don't recall details. Our next encounter was in P.5, where we had a brief argument on something. Our next encounter was after the graduation ceremony. She asked for my gmail, which I gave her. We started talking to each other online in the summer. We talked about music, habits, fun suff, etc. We found out that chatting with each other was enjoyable, so we continued to do so. Over the years (literally), we started to talk to each other about our daily lives, our problems and our conversations increased in depth. We started to consult each other, comfort each other. We were there for each other.
Anyway, back to my background. Even though I had no friends, some people still stood up for me. One guy prevented me from being removed from Facebook. After being a 'stargazer' in the beginning of Form 1 (grade 7 for hillbillies), Something finally happened. A girl introduced me to the regular kids. Anyway, that's how I stopped being a stargazer. I guess.
But hate was still inside me. Hate against those who neglected me. Those who looked down upon me. Those who showed disrespect to me. I turned me rage to the mean guy mentioned before. I decided to tournament him. Show him how it feels like to be looked down upon, dismissed. It started as innocent teasing. But then it became physical. Eventually, it drove him mad. He tried to tell the teachers, but they dismissed him. It was like living hell for him.
But this bullying also drove me mad. My friends tried to persuade me out of this madness. I ignored them and defended myself with silly reasons. Maybe I was driven mad because he never quite remember what he said to me. But I do. I still remember his dismissive attitude. He became a well known snitcher in our class, ruining our reputation. I only tried to stop when Victoria interfered. (4 details ask her)
Maybe you think that a bully is the least suitable author for this stargazer blog. I beg to differ. Maybe I can help those being bullied. I should know more about bullies. If you are being bullied, seek teacher interference. Make your teacher listen in any way possible. And bullies aren't just bullies for no reason (well, some of them aren't) Maybe they were bullied before. Maybe they experienced a terrible childhood.
I sincerely hope that you won't despise me for being a former bully. I feel terrible myself. I hope the readers will forgive me. It took me a lot of courage to confess.
Let us move on. I want to make up for my acts, so I joined. One thing: if nobody wants to be your friend, it isn't just their problem (sometimes it isn't theirs at all). It's also yours. You need to change. Don't be afraid. Be bold. Be proactive. Be nice. You don't have to change your beliefs or appearance (most of the time). Just find your faults and improve. When you do become popular, NEVER NEVER EVER forget those who have helped you. You should also try to forgive those who dismissed and disrespected you. Or else you might go crazy.
Anyway, I hope you'll accept me. I might be very flawed, but please give me a chance.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Promises, Promises.
Alright.
This is it. I am going to delete one of my blogs. From now on, http://hopeforthestargazers.blog.com/ will be, invalid. This blog will remain, though.
Promises are not meant to be broken. If they were, what is the point? But who has not broken promises? I know I have, I have broken some in this very blog. I had promised updates every so often, but how could I do that? I am, after all, 13. I have my priorities, my jobs and duties as as student. I am thirteen year old who has been overlooked and stepped on over and over again. A typical, everyday girl you would find on the street. I am not desperate for fame, money, or any of that. I want to tell a story. No matter how bland it may be, I want to share what I have.
Have any of you heard of the book, "A single shard"? I want to be that one, shattered piece that makes it to show my master's mastery. I don't want to let my story go out with the tide. I want to make the biggest gamble of my life right now, to blog and to tell, to make a small effort that is shadowed by my past.
But hey, lets look a little forward. A fellow stargazer told me how many teens are thinking about what they are gonna do. At first I was so surprised I got another stargazer. Struck me hard. For a second there, I realized how close I have come to abandoning this place, when a sudden change of events told me otherwise. It was pandemonium in my head, and when it settled down, it was a draw between a childish "This little light of mine" and the cliche "Never give up". It gave me the idea a kid like me, a smoldering flicker, could start a forest fire. Like after being rejected many times, a Harry potter, Starbucks, or a Disney would arise from ash. But that's a little too much of a wishful thinking, eh? I am, after all, a kid.
The future is promising, but promising, exactly, what? Will that promise be broken? The future can not promise all of us to be heroes. Can it? Funny how every small choice we make can account for an alternate universe of either heaven or hell. How we must take advantage of everything life throws in our foggy path. That's life, a fog stricken path. in the childhood days, your parents will guide you. the fog is still there, and you can't see two feet ahead of you. But life goes on, and the hand fades, until you are in your teens, and start to wonder which fuzzy voice and calling you should follow. Scared of what is below, if you are going to fall. What is going to happen, what is going on. Where you are going to end up and when. In the end, you wonder, frankly, what is my future and how do I get there?
And I guess that's what the future is. An unknown promise.
Please email me at hopeforthestargazers@gmail.com, comment and share.
Till next time,
Victoria Lee
This is it. I am going to delete one of my blogs. From now on, http://hopeforthestargazers.blog.com/ will be, invalid. This blog will remain, though.
Promises are not meant to be broken. If they were, what is the point? But who has not broken promises? I know I have, I have broken some in this very blog. I had promised updates every so often, but how could I do that? I am, after all, 13. I have my priorities, my jobs and duties as as student. I am thirteen year old who has been overlooked and stepped on over and over again. A typical, everyday girl you would find on the street. I am not desperate for fame, money, or any of that. I want to tell a story. No matter how bland it may be, I want to share what I have.
Have any of you heard of the book, "A single shard"? I want to be that one, shattered piece that makes it to show my master's mastery. I don't want to let my story go out with the tide. I want to make the biggest gamble of my life right now, to blog and to tell, to make a small effort that is shadowed by my past.
But hey, lets look a little forward. A fellow stargazer told me how many teens are thinking about what they are gonna do. At first I was so surprised I got another stargazer. Struck me hard. For a second there, I realized how close I have come to abandoning this place, when a sudden change of events told me otherwise. It was pandemonium in my head, and when it settled down, it was a draw between a childish "This little light of mine" and the cliche "Never give up". It gave me the idea a kid like me, a smoldering flicker, could start a forest fire. Like after being rejected many times, a Harry potter, Starbucks, or a Disney would arise from ash. But that's a little too much of a wishful thinking, eh? I am, after all, a kid.
The future is promising, but promising, exactly, what? Will that promise be broken? The future can not promise all of us to be heroes. Can it? Funny how every small choice we make can account for an alternate universe of either heaven or hell. How we must take advantage of everything life throws in our foggy path. That's life, a fog stricken path. in the childhood days, your parents will guide you. the fog is still there, and you can't see two feet ahead of you. But life goes on, and the hand fades, until you are in your teens, and start to wonder which fuzzy voice and calling you should follow. Scared of what is below, if you are going to fall. What is going to happen, what is going on. Where you are going to end up and when. In the end, you wonder, frankly, what is my future and how do I get there?
And I guess that's what the future is. An unknown promise.
Please email me at hopeforthestargazers@gmail.com, comment and share.
Till next time,
Victoria Lee
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