"....and then there was Nengisuls"

Why is it that us humans feel the urge to document the most insignificant and pointless information? Like for instance, a public journal. I would like to offer the example of my Nanna. She was a lovely soul and at about the age of 70 or so she decided to finalise her memoirs. See, life is short and without these documented events of finite detail within our pointless existences (relatively speaking), we would simply blow away with the wind to be remembered only by those that loved us.

So now here I am ready to document something that probably should have been started many years ago. Or more realistically should never have been started at all.

I am, Nengi, 24 and currently working as a frieghty in sunny Brisvegas, Australia, but only for so long. Hopefully by the end of this year I will quit my job and be off to Thailand for a month of mad, crazy climbing exploits. It should be the trip of a life time if I can just save my pennies.

But lets go back a little further. Well not to far, but just far enough to make me go awwwwww the ol days. See, as far as I'm concerned life for me started in a strange way at about the age of 19. The days before that were character building for sure. I made some of those friends that I will probably have till the day I die. But the real character - Nengisuls - was established after the age of 18 - 19 (or taken away as it may seem to me). I must also note that 2 special people ignited the name Nengisuls in my highschool days and they should get their recognition for influencing my life. Thanks girls

The year was 1999 and I was a photography student. The previous year had seen me just pass VCE (Victorian Certificate of Education - yr 11&12) which by any definition was utterly pointless due to me chosing to attend a Private Photography College where my VCE scores meant nothing. Ahh the wonders of private college where as long as you have the money to pay upfront your sure to get a top quality education. My father was funding my efforts but I was still just scrapping by with a nasty pot habbit and poor work ethic - not to mention my fathers frugal antics with his abundence of wealth.

The unfortunate happenings of the previous year brought my Photographic education to an end. This is a part of the story where I should restrain myself and hold onto to some secrets of mine. The internet is no place for me to reveal such issues. Lets just say that I was a victem and this abuse brought about the dividing of my father and I. My step mother betrayed me in the highest order and my father sided with her. So in short, my world was turned on its head within the space of one year or so.

I have a theory that my reasoning for startinig my nasty pot habit was due to the abuse I suffered at the time. This led to a severe downward spiral that turned, what was supposed to be a successful school life and lucrative career into turmoil and drug addiction. I really dislike using excuses to cover up what is essentially a bad decision at the wrong time and I'm aware that I should have "Said No To Drugs" :oP. But all you square hippies can just kiss my ass. Honestly, I have learnt a lot from my past suffering. Sometimes I think of what it would have been like to not be swayed by pot, or to not have been the victem of abuse but then I remember that it has helped me in a way. It helped me to see the darker side of life and to realise that there is always room for further degradation. You would be amased at how far down rock bottom really is.

So it was 1999, I dropped out of Photography school, my family found out I was being abused by my step mothers friend of many years, I fell out with my father, started smoking pot, oh and I managed to destroy my car in a head-on collision aswell. I wasn't hurt but it really topped off a great year. It was a trial that I will never forget it.

The rest will have to wait till next time because I must leave work and go home. I'll try to cover my past as much as possible before going onto the present. I may even cover some of my distant highschool past, not that I can remember much.

So until next time "Be good. And if you can't be good be careful" hehehe I'm getting so old.

Nengi