「黃家駒 Wong Ka Kui」(he/him)

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Cake day: June 23rd, 2025

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  • Yea… my country did birth control stuff, One Child Policy, I was the second child. I wasn’t supposed to be born. And even though I did suffer a lot, I’m still glad to exist, to have felt some joy during childhood, even as I lived in an autocracy and in a very impoverished area, and later in a declining democracy, I still have experienced life, and I’m glad that I had the opportunity, to have existed as a living being, as rare as life is, and even rarer, as a human, the ability to just think about things, philosophy, to gaze upon the stars, to have experienced parental love (well… sort of… later on they kinda got a bit more rough), to see cities and the countryside, to see the magnificence of nature, and tall skyscrapers.

    Even through poverty, I still feel like this existence is worth it, no matter how this would end. Whether we all die of nuclear apocalypse tomorrow, or whatever. It was a fun ride. And I’m glad my mother gave birth to me, regardless how negative I might feel about them as parents.



  • “Survival mode” was basically my family’s first few years as new immigrants before we managed to move on from that stage. I don’t think we even had “6-figures”, far from it.

    Now the entirety of America get to experience what is it like to be an immigrant lol.

    Still remember in Brooklyn, I was in elementary school. I was in an afterschool program than ran until 6PM, I was just waiting, as the clock ticking… minute and minute goes by, other kids get picked up from school. Until there are only a few kids left, then someone enters the cafeteria where us kids were waiting, I thought is that mom?, but it was someone elses parent… this goes on and on… until I was the only one left. But my mom still hasn’t come. 6:30PM. I was so afraid CPS was gonna get involved. Authorities were terrifying for me as a kid. I mean, who knows, immigration status could’ve been at risk. This scene repeats itself very often.

    Mom had work until very late, so get picked up very late. Not always the last one, but always very late, the last few, but then there are days where I get very ublocky and end up being the last one to get picked up.

    I get so anxious and scared and felt so alone, until my mother shows up.

    You can guess why I eventually end up with depression.


  • I remember when I was that kid, when I barely understood the world, before I have even leared of the reality of wars, bigotry, government oppression, propaganda.

    I remember that 8 year old kid, my previous country facing massive political and economic issues (not that I understood that at the time), that’s why my parents left. I was already having trouble fitting in, learning the language was difficult, and being an introvert made that stuggle harder.

    I remember my mother kinda just pushed me into doing trick or treating, I didn’t wanted to do it… too many people… but I mean, I guess I kinda was fine, free candy lol, at a time when my parents were kinda stuggling. In hindsight, it was a quite nostalgic and pleasant memory, compared to many other memories.

    I remember running into classmates and um… that was so awkward for me, because I’m kinda socially awkward.

    I remember the candy I hated the most was Reeses and Twizzlers. I know some of y’all would probably disagree, but that’s just me lol, everyone’s different.

    But like… holy shit… imagine if this was the shit that happened back then.

    I reflect on 8 year old me, and I think of the immigrant children today, and I see that reflection of my 8 year old self, I see that spirit in these kids.

    I… idk how to describe this. But like I think about alt-timeline often, and I could imagine how terrified 8 year old me would be if some adults took me away, I can imagine the same fear if it happend to these kids today, literally tonight in about 12 hours or so.

    I was alone once at age 5-7 (forgot the exact age) because I had a fight with my older brother and ran away, and I could’ve been kidnapped. But I could imagine a timeline if I had been. And it’s 10x worse if its people from the government, because kids used to see them as protectors, that belief being shattered at such a young age is gonna cause a lot of developmental issues. Its gonna be hard to even form friendships, I mean I didn’t even face much government oppression and I already had such issues from family troubles, imagime being also facing overt government oppression.

    Its so sad.