Moving to Canada

9 years ago on this very day was the day I came to Canada! I was only 7 at the time so I haven't even heard about the country, "Canada." One day my parents sat us down and told us that we are going to migrate to this country. As a clueless child I told my parents, "OKAY!" thinking it was some week-vacation sorta thing. I remember that I saw my parents packing everything up, selling the house, selling the car, etc. Everywhere I went, people were telling me, "GOOD LUCK IN CANADA!" The last sunday service before the plane was when it got real for me. The whole church were praying for us. They made my brother and I go up to the stage and they prayed and sang a song about us. I saw my mom crying in the back; She wanted the best for us too.

Originally our plane was supposed to leave on September 13th, 2010. So two days before, which was the 11th, we were at our grandparents packing the last few things. My mom was taping bags with duct tape when we heard it on the news. Two planes had crashed the twin towers. We all stopped what we were doing and just stared at the t.v. To be honest, I didn't even know what the twin towers was. I didn't even know how serious the event was. I was like, "OH NO! How are we going to get to Canada now?!" My parents were freaking out too. Seriously, what is going to happen to our planes?

We found out that the first plane leaving was on the 15th. So on the 15th we were ready to leave. With tons of tears from my grandparents and my mom, we were on the plane. I was pissed that I couldn't get the window seat because all the seats were booked since there were a lot of people that were in the same situation as us. I remember I couldn't sleep, eat, ANYTHING! And 9 years ago, the plane didn't have those individual t.v. screens for each seat. It was those HUGE screens at the front of the plane. I was at the back. Well it didn't really matter since I woke up at the end of the movie "Spy Kids." I remember that I didn't even understand anything.

So Canada was so different from korea. You could actually see the sky. There were grass where you can walk on unlike in Korea it was only there for the visual. The scariest thing for me was the first day of school. Barondale Public School. So many skin,hair,eye colours. The only thing I could say was "hi!" "My name is Christie!" and "Bye!"

Eventually I learned the alphabet, learned to talk,read, and write. That's one thing I'm proud of doing. During these 9 years, our family has so much to thank God for. My parents opened 3 stores, my brother got into a good university, I'm doing well in school, and we have food on the table every night. THANK YOU GOD FOR KEEPING THE JEONG FAMILY SAFE THROUGHOUT THESE 9 YEARS!!

What Makes Me Different?

The first week of school is a week where you fill in those personality sheets. In every one of them it asks us to write down what makes us different from each other - a special talent, gift, whatever!

Truthfully, I always handed them in with a blank answer. Or if I do answer them I write down "I have a dog," or "I'm short for my age." That's not really special. When I was younger, it was so easy for me to think of something that makes me different. Now, I think of myself as some average 16 year old attending high school on a regular basis. What makes me different? What makes you different from me?

As I sit in my chair thinking, I seriously don't know what makes me different. I think I am going to ask my friends because sometimes they can see what you can't.

KAY SO THIS IS WHAT I GOT (some of them are ":')" replies and some of them are like, "wtf are you saying")

1) I'm the only christie they know. So the story behind how I got my name. In korea, I attended those "Learn English for $10000 and we don't teach your child anything!" programs. They named me "Christie" and I learned nothing. When we were coming to Canada, our family all sat down with a bible and discussed what our names are going to be. I stuck with Christie because I was too lazy to think of anything else. My brother went through the bible and found the name "David" YAY!

2) When my friend is too lazy to do his homework, he goes on msn at 2am and talks to me. I make him laugh. And says that I am very open. D'awwwww! Way better than number 1. Well, I am on msn really late because when I come home, I end up taking a nap until 10 o'clock. After I eat dinner by myself cause I usually miss it and then end up doing my homework until really late. I know I know, I should really change my lifestyle but it has been working fine with me. My marks are not like those gangsters in our school that get 30%s :D Oh, and yes I'm hilarious. I make people laugh. Usually people laugh AT me. :(

3) Cause I'm taller than her. Well if I'm taller than my friend, I'm pretty sure everyone is taller than her. LAWL (: I'm her wife, so I guess I'm special to her (A)

4) My lame/funny jokes. HO HO HO...I have more funnier jokes than I have lame ones. Oh and I have the funnnniest stories in the world. ROFL <--you actuallly end up rolling on the floor laughing.

5) Kay number 1 added that I have a very distinctive voice. When I talk in the hallway, you can hear me in space and it cuts through everything when I start talking. Kay no. Well I hate hearing myself in videotapes. UGH! I know I have a really weird voice. I would visit someone I haven't seen in a while, and the adults would always say "you still sound like a baby!" Omg...that's when I want to punch them. Oh sorry, if I could get rid of this, I would. I want to sound normal you know. It does make me special though... in a bad way? :)

6) OH I'm going to be cheesy now. I'm special because I have the bestest friends in the whole wide world.

How far is too far?

Grade 11 is the year that is important. It's the year that starts the journey to our future career. Even though some of us are starting to try harder in school, it seems like others are still in their grade 6 class. I accept some of the jokes these "people" do, but some of them are just immature. We're not 5 year olds anymore. We know when something is nice or mean. But clearly, some people can't differentiate between the two.

When I was younger, when someone made fun of how short I was, I got very offended but now I just ignore it. I guess I started to ignore whatever someone said to me that was mean. I don't let pranks, jokes, whatever affect me anymore. I just say, "whatever" or "thanks!" Nowadays, I don't get annoyed by what people say or do, but how immature they can be.

For instance, when boys push you with your bags on purpose to the lockers. It's already enough that I can't go through the hallways without getting pushed by strangers. I don't need you to purposely push me. Or when people make those sick-minded jokes. Sometimes it might be funny but don't relate everything to something dirty. Like how the hell can peaches turn into a vagina. Stupid immature people.

Other pet peeves I have are:

1) when people spell my name wrong. It's Ch-rist-IE. not K-rist-Y or K-rist-ie or Ch-rist-y. OR when people call me CHRISTINE. There is no "N"!

2) people who text me "k," "okay," "no," or those really really short texts. It's like.."Oh I just spend at least 3 times texting this and all you send me is a 2 lettered word!" Not only texting but on msn. It just makes me feel like they don't want to talk to me. It's very rude. Sadly, my brother is this kind of person so trying to talk to him when he is at waterloo pisses me off.

3) In every class, there is that ONE person that slows down the whole lesson. It's either by: asking the teacher the most useless questions, writing the notes on the board as slowly as a 2 year old baby or talking to other people really loudly which causes their friends to talk...which results in them not copying the notes and then asking all these useless questions cause THEY WERE TALKING! (: yup...I'm ranting. Sometimes I talk in class when I'm not supposed to but I stop when I notice that the teacher is getting annoyed. Usually I am quiet when there is a lesson. (:

4) People who don't get straight to the point. "I'm sad." "why?" "I'm not telling you." Then why the helll did you tell me? Or like, if they do explain, they say like the useless stuff for 57 minutes that don't even relate to why you're sad. Well, truthfully....I think I do this (:

It's okay when I do it and not when others do.

Happiness

You control it.

First Day of Being A Junior

First day of school is when we can't wake up for school, have at least 10 pages of policies you have to get signed, carrying your bags throughout the day, having empty 1&half inch binders that only have 2-3 sheets in them and whine about how school sucks.

Like the usual me, I was late to school...on the first day of school. Thankfully my first period Living and Working with Children teacher, Mrs.Stableford didn't mark me late. I was relieved that when I walked in, I saw familiar faces. That's the first thing we do when we walk into a new class: "Anyone that I can sit with?" The teacher did the regular - talk about the course, blah blah blah. Finally, she started talking about the sugar baby! OH JOY! Ever since I was little I always wanted to have that assignment where we got to carry a fake baby for a whole week. She told us that we would be able to make our own baby from sugar and pantyhose. I think I'm going to make some fat, chubby boy (:

Not being able to wake up early, I missed my breakfast. By the time 2nd period came around, the noises started happening. Oh gosh, it was embarrassing. I kept on drinking water to fill my empty stomach but it was not working. Thankfully, my teacher wasn't those teachers that talk really quietly but really loudly, enough to drown my stomach grumbling. Anthropology, Psychology and Sociology was my 2nd period class and was being taught by Mr. Tran. Hopefully he is as good as teaching this course as he is with his english classes.

After the usual lunch of eating pho, came my 4th period class. I hated this class. I didn't even sign up for this class! It was computer science. Truthfully, I don't even know ANYTHING about the computer - how to take it apart, the parts of a computer, blah blah blah. Whenever my computer broke, it was my brother's job to fix it. The first thing I noticed when I walked in was how many boys were in the class. They weren't even the boys that I talk to; they are the nerdy ones that play computer games in the cafeteria during lunch. There are some girls but they are probably those ESLs that got stuck into the class because there were none left. There were a lot of new faces saying "the most exciting thing I did this summer was come to Ca-na-da" with those fresh chinese accents. Hopefully I can drop that course and get into a class where I can actually relate to it!

Lastly was my grade 12 math class. I was hoping that any grade 11s would be in my class since a lot of people my grade fast tracked last year. I thought wrong. I am the lonely girl sitting in the back of the room. You know, the ones you see in the movie, where no one sits beside them. The one that doesn't talk but concentrates on her work. The one that don't participate. Well, that's me. Gosh, why does God hate me! Hopefully, I'll get to make some grade 12 friends! ):

I think the first day of school is getting worse and worse every year. I think it's because the guidance does a crappy job. I'm getting my parents to call in tomorrow asking them to change my schedule. (yn) Wish me luck!

(I just noticed this should go on my other blog, but screw that!) :)

Perfection?

What is perfect?

I guess it's what we make it to be.

Everyone has a different perfect.

I guess no one can be perfect because to one's eyes, it may be perfection, but to another, it may be a flaw.

To me, perfect means ignoring someone's flaws and accepting it. No one is perfect.

It's like that dove campaign.

To someone, the freckles can be the meaning of their beauty but to another, this woman can be the ugly duckling

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Starting at a young age we are told that perfect is having a skinny body or 6 pack abs. Everyday we are swallowed by advertisements what is the new "cool" or what is "beauty." Suddenly, all the bigger kids are self conscious of themselves. I think that we should be able to only judge of ourselves and tell ourselves that we are beautiful in our own way. No one should have the power to put us down.

:$ Most Embarrassing Moment?

I have two embarrassing moments in my life where I just want to erase them out of my memory! You have the permission to laugh.

embarrassing moment #1.

This story takes place in grade 5 during winter. At Bayview Hill Elementary School, students get the chance to go skiing 3-4 times to Mount. St.Louis Moonstone. It has only been a year since I moved to BHES so not a lot of peers knew me back then. So that day for lunch I bought a burger. Since I was really really really hungry, I ate it really fast. This was not a good idea. I think that if you just ate, you should wait 10-20 minutes before going back to doing a sport. I wished I knew this because on our way back to school, I threw up. I clearly remember what happened in slow motion. We were watching Like Mike and suddenly I knew I had to go. I was looking for a bag everything but couldn't find it. Then BLAST! It went all over my snow pants, jacket, etc. My friend beside me was so surprised. We just sat there for a second staring at my puke wondering what to do. She called the teacher and she took me to the back of the coach bus incase I had more in my system. Well, it would've been better if I sat at the back of the bus, but I sat at the front. Oh, it was soooooo embarrassing walking to the back with puke all over me and kids staring at me. At the back of the bus, I threw up more and I was 100% sure the kids outside could hear me. A few months later, I went to the library and met this boy in my grade. He said, "Oh isn't your name Christie?" I asked him how he knew me and he replied, "Oh you're the girl that threw up in the bus when we went skiing. That's how I remembered your name." Oh great, so I was known as the puke girl!

embarassing moment #2 (this might be kinda disturbing LOL)

In grade 9 second semester, the french students got the chance to go to the zoo. Since there were not enough seats in the bus, around 20 students got to take the public transit. I was one of them. This happened in the subway. We were all talking blah blah blah and then all of the sudden...a stomach ache. It wasn't those "it will go away" ones, but like those "I GOTTA GOOOOOO NOWWWWW!" (sounds like I'm pregnant or something LAWL) Seriously, I thought I was going to die or something. It was so painful. I told the teacher and she took me to the washroom. While I was in the washroom, the rest of my peers were waiting for me. OH.MY.GOD. When I came back out, I wanted to kill myself. Some of them were asking me if I was alright. Gosh, stupid stomach.

My Future, My Choice

In most of those Disney movies the child always say, "It's not my dream, it's your dream dad." Well, I think this is happening to me. Before my parents found out about how much university and dorms costed, they always told me, "Oh, you can go to any university you want to and we'll pay for everything." Now that my brother is in his dorm, my parents are forcing me to go to University of Toronto. It's not that I hate that university but ever since I was little I expected university to be the first part of my life where I get to live far away from my parents. They told me that when I get into a university, they would move closer to their stores. University of Toronto meant no dorm life and my parents nagging to me about everything. Even worse was that with their store right beside the university, they can visit me any time. Seeing my older friends from churches in universities now, I saw that dorm life meant an easier time making closer friends. I don't want to be those losers that have to bus back and forth while my high school friends are be hundreds of miles away from me. After aruging for quite a while my parents said, "FINE GO TO WHICHEVER UNIVERSITY YOU WANT TO GO TO BUT YOU'RE PAYING FOR IT!" Now, that is so UNFAIR!

I am not 100% what I want to be when I grow up but dentistry is on my list. I want to go Western Ontario for their dentistry program. Their program is a little easier than University of Toronto which means higher chance of me graduating! (: Western Ontario is popular for its partying but I don't think that will be my problem. University are the first few steps of adulthood and wasting that on partying is just stupid. Not only is it wasting your parent's money but you're losing valuable time. Partying may seem fun at that moment but not after all your friends graduate and have their own career.

I think dentistry will be a good path for me. Not only does it make lots of money but I can also join missions in church to go overseas and help the people in poverty. God has put every one of us on this earth for a reason and helping others is definitely what he wants from me.

If my parents don't let me choose what university I want to go to, I think I might just shoot myself in the head. (: jokes!

My Brother, David

Let's be corny now and start this off with a quote!

"The highlight of my childhood was making my brother laugh so hard that food came out his nose." -Garrison Keillor

With my brother leaving for university tomorrow it's a bitter sweet feeling. Ever since we were little we never got along. I remember when I was little I waited for my dad to come home from work and I told him "DAD, GUESS WHAT?! ME AND MY BROTHER DIDN'T FIGHT TODAY!" with a proud smile. That's how much we fought and we still fight 24/7. Ask anyone that knows me and my brother and they will tell you about our fighting relationship. I guess we show our love towards each other by either swearing, insulting, hitting or tattle-tailing.

Even though I hated my brother, it was always a treat to make my brother laugh until his face turned red. He is usually the type that is either happy or pissed off. He only has 2 emotions. The thing I did that made him piss in his pants was when I would sit beside my grandpa and copy whatever he was doing. It was REALLLLY FUNNY!

My brother was in charge of basically everything when it came to chores. He did the dishes, vacuuming, cleaning the room, etc. I was the one that said "I'LL DO IT...in an hour!" but ended with him doing it. I think I'll miss him the most when I have to do all the chores and when I have no one to make fun of.

I always thought my brother was a really bad one. He never had my back when I wanted to go out. He was the type to phone my parents and tell them I'm going somewhere. He rarely went out so my parents weren't used to a teenager going out a lot. They always say "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU GOING OUT SO MUCH?!" when it's just once a week. Because of him, I will end up going to the University of Toronto. My parents keep constantly telling me "you're not having a dorm life because it costs to much. Stay home." He is out to ruin my life.

I hope he studies hard in Waterloo and makes our family proud. If he doesn't, my parents are sending him to military in Korea. (Y)

Technology

You know that technology is ruining the world when your parents are watching korean news on their iphone while eating dinner. I think our world has become so dependent on technology that it is separating us from our loved ones. I guess it brings us closer in a way. We can talk on the phone or webcam with someone that is half way across the world.

I noticed that our family hasn't really been being a "family" for quite a while. Sure we live under the same roof but it feels like we haven't been connecting as much. During the summer my parents would be out of the house by the time I wake up. I would watch tv or go on the computer the whole day and then they would come home by 4 or 5. They would watch the television and when it's time for dinner, we would eat. Usually it would be small conversations ending with my brother or my parents being pissed off. Then we would all go to our own rooms - my brother to his room to go on his laptop, my parents in the family room watching tv until they fall asleep and me going to the basement to go on the computer until 2 or 3 in the morning.

Even during national holidays we would all wake up around noon and eat ramen. Guess what we did after? We would all watch TV. Even in the car my brother and I would listen to our portable music players while my parents are talking. I guess as me and my brother started growing up we have become more dependent on technology than our parents. From constantly yelling for our parents when we were younger to telling to get out of our room is a way of life I guess.

I kind of am jealous of other families (especially white families) who buy those cottages during summer or go on skiing trips during the winter. My parents can't even put up a tent and skiing is a nightmare for them. I always told them that when I grow up I will take my children outdoors and they would say "Oh you try doing that at our age." Yup, I'll try that...watch me jump off an airplane at the age of 65 (Y).

Friends Part 2

friend - 1. a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.

2.a person who is on good terms with another; a person who isnot hostile

Well my definition of a friend is someone who you can stand beside without saying a word and it won't be awkward. Someone that can tell if you're lying or feeling sad even if you're smiling. It's someone who can understand what you're saying even if you're speaking gibberish.

I made a lot of new friends in High School that always makes me laugh until my belly hurts. Yeah I'm going to be cheesy and start talking about some of my close friends. (:

1. Lets call him "Tarzan."

The first time I met him was grade 9 2nd semester science, Ms.Forbes class. We got to know each other better when we started sitting in the same table. He is the friend that always jokes about his amazing looks. (LAWL) He has those cheesy lines that brings shivers down your spine or you end up spitting "EWWWWWW" Even with his corny pick-up lines he is a friend that I treasure. I don't know why but I can tell him everything from my crushes to stressful work. He has those "don't worry, just think of me" lines that always bring a smile to my face. (: You're cool tarzan! (L)

2. Let's call her "Owner"

She is the friend that I have to bring to movies, wonderland, birthday parties, WHATEVER IT IS so I'm not stuck being by myself. She is the one that ends up taking all the pictures with me when we're at some field trip. She is the person that I can bring to my house and we can just watch TV all day. We can stalk people on facebook together without thinking that we're creepers 8). We've known each other since grade 4 but started to become closer friends starting from grade 7? I think? (: She is one of my "biffles" and I hope that we can be friends forever! (L)

(I just noticed that I'm getting REALLLLY CHEESY AND CORNY AND EWWWWWWWWW (: )

3. BERRY?! (:

Oh this kid...this kid...I just read first wall posts on facebook. It all started of with him adding me on facebook where I asked him who the hell he was. He replied with "PROBABLY.. NOT. :D" I think every time I see " :D" it reminds me of him because he uses it to many times. I guess our friendship started off a slowly with us just talking on msn and not even saying Hi in the hallways. After a class in grade 10 science, we ended up being really close friends. He has all the christian quotes and always shows that God is the way to go! †

4. TURTLE

OMG, this kid is one of the funnniest person you will ever meet in your life (: He has it all...the funniest wonderland pictures to the funny youtube videos. He will be the one saying those random lines when everyone is silent to crack everyone up. Whenever I'm bored or feeling down, this kid is the person to go to. He will make you look like a retard laughing at your computer at 2am in the morning.

5. Dick

She is one of the best christians that I know. Where ever we are or whatever we're doing ends up being a blast. She is a person with the biggest hearts. I'm glad that I met her because she is kind of my role model as a christian.

6. Julliet

She knows me better than I do. Yesterday I told her to guess who I used to like and she got it right just on her first try. We have had some problems this year but hopefully it has made our friendship stronger. She has been there when I was crying when my mom yelled at me cause of my report card (LOL) and I was there when she overcame her fear of dogs. Hopefully this year we can get back to our friendship roller coaster and back to the old days when we made fun of people walking in the streets.

(insert corny conclusion here)

Friends Part I

In grade 2, I didn't have a lot of friends. They all spoke english and I was the weird girl that replied to them in Korean. Even with no friends Barondale Public School was still a memorable place. Instead of hanging out with kids my age, I found friends in the older grade (I'm so cool). In grade 2 I hung out with a group of grade 5s. They were so nice and didn't mind that I was still learning English. Eventually they graduated and went to middle school leaving me by myself :( I started getting better with the language and started making friends. When I was starting to make friends, that's when my parents decided to move! One of my closest friends during that time, Nicole Lee promised me that she was going to stay in touch. For the first couple of months we started mailing each other with stickers, pretty papers and just the sickest things a 9 year old have. As time passed by, we started growing and lost contact. Recently though, I found her on facebook and now I can write on her wall whenever I want! Oh, the joy of facebook!

When I moved to Bayview Hill Elementary School, it wasn't the greatest start. Moving in on november, I noticed that everyone had their group of friends already. I was the weird one again. It was really really hard. Some days I felt like I was making others uncomfortable by asking them "can I hang out with you?" After a couple of months, I started making friends. (don't I sound like a loser?) Some of them are still my best friends until this day! :)

High School was a test for all of our friendship- will it end or grow stronger? Some of them have found their own group of friends but some are still my good pals! Bayview Secondary School have a lot of great people that I became friends with....

To continue...

My First Crush?

Well I previously told you guys I had a lot in kindergarden but I don't remember their names. In grade 2 though, the first year in Canada, I really liked this guy named Randy. But like all of my other crushes, he liked another girl. It sucked because everyone was saying "OMG RANDY AND _____ LIKE EACH OTHER!" and then you would see me in the corner wishing I was the girl. Eventually I got over it and this is when this cycle kept happening.

Even when I moved schools, it felt like that curse was following me. If I liked someone, they would find another girl to annoy me. I would always wonder, "why not me? What's wrong with me?"

(wow, I sound so gay)

Well a couple of months ago I had bible class with a teacher that was almost turning 40. He wasn't married and when he asked him why he told us that "God will send me the right girl when it was his time." I think that God created every one of us with a partner and our goal is to find him/her in life. Well, that what I think. :)

I want to marry someone that brings out the best in me. I want him to make each other laugh. I want to grow old with my husband! I want to be able to say to him, "We did it. We grew old together!" I want to be like those cute old grandparents that hold each others hands while crossing the road or babysitting our grandchildren while my children are out. Wow, I'm so corny but these are the things I want to do before I die.

What I find really stupid are those girls that get a new boyfriend every 1-2 weeks. What's more surprising is that they say "I love you" to them. They say hate is a strong word but they are throwing the word love around everywhere. I think we're too young to experience what love is. I guess it will be kind of weird when one side says "I love you" and the other side doesn't say anything. :S

Right now, the song Bababa -4minute expresses what I'm feeling right now. Enjoy!

Teachers

Teachers mean a lot to me. My marks depend on them. Without a good teacher, I'm screwed. With science, I'm not those nerds who can understand everything just from reading a textbook. This started when I first came to Canada. My grade 2 teacher name was Ms.Grant. She was the woman that taught me the english and the kindness. She was always there to make sure I wasn't alone in class or that I could understand the work. With her was another teacher - my ESL teacher Ms.Rosenburg. He was the kindest teacher ever that taught me my ABCs to my animals. He made sure that I was still having fun while learning English. Since I loved drawing at that time, we would make little short stories with pictures on them. When I finished them at the end of the week, I would go to my homeroom and do a little show and tell. They mean a lot to me because without them, I would be the Christie I am today :P

My third grade teacher was really mean. Her name was Mrs.Van Spell. She was really mean to me. She once made me rewrite my whole homework saying that my writing was so much uglier and messier than the other girls. Well excuse me lady, I just moved to Canada a year ago. After she told me that I went outside and cried a lot! It seemed like I didn't belong in the class since what she wanted was perfection and I wasn't that.

As time passed, I learned to endure the crappy teachers such as Mr.Singh. In high school I found out all the nice and fun teachers teach grade 9 or 10, but starting from 11 or 12 are the scary and crappy teachers. I just hope that I get used to the learning styles of my future teachers in order to understand their lessons. Hopefully grade 11 will be a great year!

Shyness?

In kindergarden, I used to be the girl with all the popular guys as my boyfriends. WOOT! We told each other that we were "going to get married when we grew up." Now, I don't even remember their names. I was friends with everyone!

But in grade 1, everything changed! My grade 1 teacher was the WORST teacher I have ever had. If you were to become a grade 1 teacher, would you ever hit your students? Imagine a grade 1; they are so small, with their little eyes and teeth. Would you have the power to get a wooden stick and hit their hands until they were bright red? Well my teacher did. To make it worse, after she hit us, she would make us stand in the corner. She would make us put our arms up in the air for 2 hours. Do you know how much that hurt?

I wasn't the brightest kid in grade 1. Let's just say I was "slow" for my age. I couldn't read or write that well. My teacher hated me. OMG. I want to find her and smack her. She caused me so much pain and a bad memory of korean schools. She even went to court with one of the previous mothers. That's how bad she was.

After the first time of grade 1, I moved to Canada. Not even knowing my ABCs I was really shy. I would never be able to talk to my classmates because of the language barrier. I guess even now, I have a hard time talking to strangers. It's different when I have a friend with me when I'm in a different environment. When I'm just by myself, I turn into the really quiet girl that seems to never speak.

My dad told me koreans have this thing where they can't stare into people's eyes when having a conversation. I think that too. With really close friends, I am not shy at all, but with people I'm not, I can't. LOL (this is a random paragraph).

Who Am I?

So I decided to create another blog just about me.

Not about how my day went, but about me such my past or my favourite thing/person.

Sometimes, I forget where I come from (wow I sound like some celebrity), or I'm feeling down sometimes, so I guess this blog is to pass some time.

I was born on August 13th, 1994. My parents told me that the summer of 1994 was the hottest summer in Korea. They told me how ugly I was...that they thought they brought the wrong baby from the hospital. They thought God had punished them because they had been making fun of how ugly their friend's baby was. They would put me in the middle of the room with my mom and dad sitting on the opposite sides of the room, staring at me for hours. I eventually got rid of the huge afro I had, and started looking...uhmm...like a girl!

When I was only 3-4 (I think) my mom's parents had a fire in their house leading to my grandma jumping out of the 3rd floor. For months, my mom had to take care of her so my mom told me that she didn't spend that much time with me during my childhood. My grandma still can't walk for a long time without having to rest. My mom guesses that the fire had started when a smoker put his cigarette in a pile of clothes my grandparents had left near the door. What a jerk!

A funny incident that happened when I was 6 was how I lost my mom. I used to live in an apartment in Korea and beside was a playground. At lunch my mom was making fried rice while me and my brother, David were playing outside. Living in a 3rd floor, we rarely used to the elevator. My mom called us to come up since lunch was ready. My brother being a poohead he is left me alone and went up by himself. While I was about to go up the stairs, I see this giant shiny silver thing - the elevator! I go in and like any child would clicked ALL THE BUTTONS. Next thing you know I'm in there for 2 hours crying my eyes out. During this time my mom is running like a crazy woman asking everyone where I went. She even went to the police station and guess what the police man told her? "Don't worry, just stay calm. She will come back sooner or later." My mom freaked out. She even grabbed the police man and started yelling at him. LOL! In the elevator (I clearly remember the images in my head) I was so scared but I remember the doors opening and a grandpa came out. He was tall and nice looking. He asked me what I was doing by myself. He took my hand and brought me downstairs. I clearly remember my mom waiting for me outside the elevator and I ran to her. We both cried. :') I think my brother got in so much trouble that night. NOOOOOB :P