It all started when God felt particularly bored one day. And so on the 2nd of October 1991 I became God’s personal joke. Ever since that fateful day I’ve been tripping and stumbling all over the place trying to make my way through life.
I was born in the province or state, which ever you prefer of Kwa-Zulu Natal (KZN), South Africa. I grew up mostly with my mum and younger brother, Ty-Quinn, as my dad travelled around a great deal and I never got to see him. Mum, Tyke and I normally got to spend at least a weekend every three months with him. So yeah, it was pretty hard not really knowing ones dad. I spent eleven years without him.
I went to a fairly average school, Yellowwood Park Primary. I shared the most brilliant and not so brilliant childhood memories there.
I was a real wimp when I was young; I was picked on at times and never had any real friends. Those who claimed they were my friends would always use me for their own gain. And one friend in particular always used to like hitting me, which I just couldn’t understand. xP She was like the queen bee or something *shrugs*. Anyways I only developed a big mouth and guts when I was in fifth grade. After most of the losers that claimed to be my friends kind of drifted away and some moved to other countries, that’s when I met my best friend. She had a caustic tongue and was not afraid to speak her mind. It was this independence that drew me to her. She was an awesome friend and she taught me to speak my mind and not be afraid to tell someone to shut the phuck up sometimes. She was like the sister I never had.
Things were pretty good from then onwards, I became a real tomboy and even my own personal bully from first to fourth grade was in awe of me. I was the kid everyone knew and got along with. It was pretty cool.
Anywoo at the end of sixth grade I found out that I was moving. It had always been a dream of mine to move far, farrrr away from South Africa. Not that South Africa was a bad place or anything; I just always felt that there was something better out there for me that South Africa couldn’t offer. So anyways just five weeks into seventh grade I found out we were officially moving. The whole seventh grade threw me a surprise party, it was awesome, and I actually shed a few tears. (Not really the crying sort) Anyways, with a sorry heart I left South Africa at the beginning of 2004.
And now I find myself here, in the deserts of Qatar five years later. I know a desert isn’t really a lively place well heck its name is pretty self explanatory but this country, admittedly, does have a lot of potential. I’ve met a great deal of people from all over the world. This place has come to serve as my home with all my teenage memories. I’ve come to like it here and to be honest this lifestyle is way too comfortable for anyone; I don’t think any of the residence here know the meaning of haste, it’s pretty pathetic. I actually have no urgency bone in my body, which is a downside for my parents, or so they keep telling me. *shrugs*
Anyways spending my teenage years here with people from completely contradictory mediums, I’ve made sporadic changes in my life under some really weird influences. I went from wannabe gangster to hardcore emo, whom actually used to cut herself, to snooty gossip girl prep, to way too laidback teen, to actual human being.
I’m fairly complacent nowadays, I embody a bit of my former “lifestyle choices”, and so I’m presuming that brings some semblance of normalcy to my life. Since I’m nearly eighteen, I’d say I’m finally settling down into my current self. I’m happy with the way I am. Life couldn’t be better.
Ah well, I guess I’ve given ya’ll enough insight on my life, so I guess I’ll just stumble of the page now.