Me, Myself and I

You’ll be learning about me because I’m selfish and my partner left. 

Hello there, how you doing? You know, you should be studying instead of reading this because it has 0 info that will help you in school. This post will solely be about myself because why the hell not?

Okay so I’m not gonna start with my name because ya’ll already know who tf I am. So lets get on with the juicy stuff instead. 

Growing up in Oman

Okay, despite me acting like a foreigner, I was actually born in the Philippines. As far as I can remember, we had a poor life. We ate birds and insects for dinner and my family and I (at that time) lived with my grandmother.

Yes. The self loving, prideful show off that is me actually started out poor in the Philippines. At the age of 7 my dad finally was able to find work in the middle east, he first started out in Saudi Arabia but that turned sour so he ended up in the Sultanate of Oman. That was when he brought us with him. My life was smooth sailing from then on, we got out of poverty.

When I first rode an aeroplane, I was terrified. The fact that we were above two thousand feet off the ground really terrified me especially since I was (and still is) terrified of heights. I genuinely thought we were gonna die but we didn’t. (real shame isn’t it? Because if we did, you wouldn’t have to suffer my existence.)

My first impression of Oman was that it was the most beautiful country i’ve ever seen. (actually its the only country i’ve ever seen that isnt Philippines). The streets were clean, the city was clean and the people were kinder to each other. The police had a good hold of the country and they knew how to protect and serve its citizens. For a country thats founded in the desert, you;d think that it’s full of desert dwellers who still live in farms. But that wasn’t clearly the case.

Poverty there was an unused word because the government provides for its people. The housing, the electricity, the food and the water all provided by the government if you were an Omani citizen without resources of your own. It was amazing, It was as if it was a whole different dimension in my eyes.

But enough about Oman, lets get back to me. Growing up in Oman was hard at first. The language was hard to learn especially since they spoke Arabic, English and French while I only knew Tagalog at that time. But as soon as I got pass the language barrier, life there became much easier than it was when I first arrived. 

I got lazy and I still need to study. I guess this is enough for now. I might improve on this later if I feel like it.