So here goes, I've decided to start writing my
own personal blog to maybe get a few of these amazing thoughts that seem to
have in to a place where other amazing people can read them comment or more
likely this is a place where I can rant, rave and spurt mindless dribble and be
attacked by those heartless internet trolls.
So who am I? (maybe this should be on a fantail
wrapper?) I’m in my late twenties now, yep I’m getting old. I have now had 4
very unsuccessful relationships (I really should just give up) and am now on my
2nd career path. I currently work for a very large but not evil technology
company (ok well they like to call themselves that) I won’t say who it is on
here as well I may discuss work things and would rather not have it traced back
if ya know what I mean. I do love my job and the company I work for despite its
quirks and red tape, but honestly when it gets down to what we actually do its
pretty awesome. Before this I was a sailor in the Royal Australian Navy and
that is what I would rather be doing but at the moment its obviously not where I’m
meant to be. Stupid shoulder! But enough about work! Don’t stress you will hear
lots about it.
I was born in New Zealand to unwed teenage
mother in the late 80’s something that just wasn’t cool back then even though
it seems to be the in thing these days. My father has never admitted that I’m
his son in fact has a wife and two kids of his own and well yeah knocking up a 19-year-old
back in those days just wasn’t cool dont think it is now either. So as you have more than likely guessed
most of childhood it was just me and mum and she did the best she could. When I
was 6 years old mum has this cracking idea to move to Brisbane Australia, great
idea she just got the city wrong should have been Melbourne. I’ll never forget
my first morning in Australia I almost died! not kidding go to walk outside for
the first time and bang I almost stepped on a red back spider should of be a
sign that Brisbane was not a good choice mum! Luckily when I was 9 I got to
move back to New Zealand first to my father’s house in Auckland yeah that didn’t
work out cheers evil step mum and then to my grandparent’s place in a town most
known for pine trees and murders called Tokoroa. When I finally got to go home
to my mums I found that well it was not going to be me and mum and more she had
found a man who would later become my step farther and father to probably the
most important person in my life my little brother sometimes he’s the only
reason I have packed up and left this stupid existence in search of another.
My home town however is an island halfway
between Brisbane and The Sunshine Coast known as the floating retirement home
or Bribie Island for short. Going to school on Bribie was interesting and
requires probably a few posts of its own which will come, but lets just say I was
not the most popular kid most of which was my own fault oh well that’s life. From
high school I started to attend the University of The Sunshine Coast, and
finally I was in a place where there were other people with similar thoughts
interests and the like, unfortunately I was not a very good student and dropped
out and joined the pus(pus is navy for navy, makes it sound so appealing) and
moved to Melbourne for recruit school and further training, again that stuff
will come in later post whilst in the pus I got to live in Sydney and Melbourne
and got to do a fair amount of travel around the country.
However, as I said the pus was not where I was
meant to be and now here I am living in Brisbane writing this blog. What are
you going to find on here well as I said rants and mindless dribble, ok maybe I
might put in a bit more effort and give you all some memories and some witty
commentary just please realise what I write is my opinion and nothing else I never
mean to offend anyone and will never mention names on here
Anyways more to come…
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