Bella Figura
Bluelight Crew
Very rarely is everything someone says entirely wrong.
Raas tbh.
Very rarely is everything someone says entirely wrong.
I guess I could be thankful for all that good fortune in my life but I'd rather be thankful I wasn't bought up a fucking whinging pussy.
I was born a bastard child from an affair in a small town of less than 10000 people whose two biggest claim to fame was apples and a psychiatric prison.
As a kid I witnessed a Maori gang member be beaten to death by another gang with baseball bats and a machete. We then had to have police protection during the trial.
The morning of my final university exam I was in the high court of Australia, facing down lawyers from the tax department without legal representation for a debt my father passed onto me after I signed a letter as soon as I turned 18. They couldn't serve an arrest warrant in the chambers because of some legal technicality, so after an hour of questioning I excused myself to go to the bathroom, escaped down the fire well and ran across the city to sit a 3 hour surgery exam followed by a 45 min viva. I was lucky to score a high distinction.
Fast forward 5 years and I returned to Australia needing surgery after my rugby contract was torn up, only to find my father had forged my signature and stole $50 000 of my savings to pay off his before mentioned tax debt. Rather than have surgery I had to find a job. Even to this day I have no feeling in the little fingers of my left hand.
I lost my job a week before my wife was due to give birth to our second child. I spent the first month of my sons life knocking and ringing every practice in the city, begging for a chance to work.
My whole life I was told I was too small or too slow for rugby. I was one of 7000 applicants vying for a course that only accepted 48 students. I could only afford one text book in 5 years of university. I choose to photocopy pages from books in the library and spent my money on drugs and alcohol. I guess I could be thankful for all that good fortune in my life but I'd rather be thankful I wasn't bought up a fucking whinging pussy.
I fixed that for you
Love it.
Too tired and sick to come up with a proper reply but I think that ultimately, if you put the effort in and keep putting it in, that effort pays off. 'Lucky' breaks come from someone seeing that you're deserving of that break over someone else. Yeah some people are born into an easy life but for those that aren't, you might be one of the unlucky people that works hard and still never gets where they want to really be, but you're sure as hell not going to achieve what you want if you never put the work in at all.
I was born a bastard
Hey! Your =D worked this time!
Cute coming from someone who rides my dick so hard. We should make out
Maybe, but it's a simple fact that all the hard work in the world isn't going to make a blind bit of difference, if you don't get the right break in the first place. And it rankles with me when people like OTW fail to acknowledge their own breaks.
I was born a bastard child from an affair in a small town of less than 10000 people whose two biggest claim to fame was apples and a psychiatric prison.
As a kid I witnessed a Maori gang member be beaten to death by another gang with baseball bats and a machete. We then had to have police protection during the trial.
The morning of my final university exam I was in the high court of Australia, facing down lawyers from the tax department without legal representation for a debt my father passed onto me after I signed a letter as soon as I turned 18. They couldn't serve an arrest warrant in the chambers because of some legal technicality, so after an hour of questioning I excused myself to go to the bathroom, escaped down the fire well and ran across the city to sit a 3 hour surgery exam followed by a 45 min viva. I was lucky to score a high distinction.
Fast forward 5 years and I returned to Australia needing surgery after my rugby contract was torn up, only to find my father had forged my signature and stole $50 000 of my savings to pay off his before mentioned tax debt. Rather than have surgery I had to find a job. Even to this day I have no feeling in the little fingers of my left hand.
I lost my job a week before my wife was due to give birth to our second child. I spent the first month of my sons life knocking and ringing every practice in the city, begging for a chance to work.
My whole life I was told I was too small or too slow for rugby. I was one of 7000 applicants vying for a course that only accepted 48 students. I could only afford one text book in 5 years of university. I choose to photocopy pages from books in the library and spent my money on drugs and alcohol. I guess I could be thankful for all that good fortune in my life but I'd rather be thankful I wasn't bought up a fucking whinging pussy.
How many people do you know had $50000 of 'savings' five years after leaving university?
It's either a massive lie or the result of some inheritance fund or some such. Your 20's are some of the most expensive times of your life. Nobody 'saves' that much outside of those born with a silver spoon up their arse.
born with a silver spoon up their arse.
I don't date unshaven slobs so let's call it even
Yeah but you're a pampered little girl who thinks its big to come on here and pretend you are addicted to something when you aren't.
but there's only one person on here that knows me well enough to truly make any kind of judgement about me.