lg112: That's crazy, I grew up in Saudi too, which city?


astraljourneys: So glad I still follow you.

I’m glad you still follow me.

Anonymous: I wanna be you in my next life

You must be absolutely batshit crazy.

Make damn sure what you’re waiting for, is worth the fucking wait.
Anonymous: Do/did you ever hang out with Lynn Nguyen?

I live on the wrong side of Australia, but if the opportunity arose and I found myself in her neck of the woods or if she found herself in mine, then I would go and hang the fuck out with her because she’s a rad babe with a kind heart.

yapped: Hey girl, hope you're ok! What was growing up in SA like? :)

Hey lovely! Generally, I’ve been good thank you! I hope you’ve been alright too. The big SA hey. Yeah well, at the time it was pretty normal you know. I only really understood how different it was when I moved to Australia and started school. The kids all talking about house parties, hooking up and getting drunk, when I was used to playing basketball and Uno and going to the park to climb the monkey bars… So this was a massive culture shock. I went to a Bangladesh school first, and then moved to an American school where I studied in American Curriculum up to Grade 6, and then moved into British Curriculum up to Year 9. All of the students were generally respectful of teachers, and were hardworking, and the teachers were so great. The school I was at here (here is Australia) was ridiculous. The students talking back to the teachers, the teachers weren’t very observant and didn’t really care y’know. Back to Saudi - The shops would close many times a day for prayer. So if you got there at a bad time you’d have to leave the store and wait outside for them to reopen again. Things like not being able to eat pork and that were easy, they had cow bacon instead. I wasn’t at the age of driving, so the no women drivers rule was okay for me, but of course that meant my mum couldn’t drive though. And of course I had to cover up as I grew older in Saudi, whenever I left the compound. Being blonde meant you got stared at a lot… and I mean a lot. I remember once I was at a shopping mall with my sister and our two friends and then a muttawa appeared, and we were all wearing our abayas but I had forgotten to bring my hijab and so we ran into Zara, and he stood outside waiting for me to come out for ages (they aren’t allowed to go into women’s stores/places/whatever) and eventually got tired and left. I didn’t really want to get hit with a stick that day, haha. Another time I was hanging out with a boy outside the local swimming pool and security drove past and then they stopped and reversed, and we were like uh oh… So they came and started speaking in Arabic with him and I didn’t really know what was going on but they took us to the security station and called our parents. The boy told me that they were saying they caught us making out… We weren’t. But yeah, ended up at the station there for hours, it was pretty freaky you know, because I didn’t know why I was there and I was only like 13. Moments like that were odd but apart from that, I had the best childhood. I spent all of my time being active and I wouldn’t change a second of it. It was amazing. We got to travel around the world because my father worked for the airlines. We’d go camping in the middle of the desert with school. We’d run down sand dunes, we’d get henna done on our hands. We even were shown (in grade 3) the slaughtering of a lamb the halal way (I covered my eyes, I didn’t want to see that). Everything there was so cheap. Petrol was ridiculously cheap. There weren’t any cinemas or anything like that, because they didn’t encourage girls and boys to mix, and the magazines were all blotted out with black ink. And by magazines, I mean those crosswords puzzle books with the pictures of middle aged ladies on the front. Any skin was markered out. Even on the Archie and Jugghead comics (my favourite). It rarely rained, but when it did, it was an intense storm that would flood our compound and we’d run around in the water thigh deep. There would be sandstorms. There were stray cats EVERYWHERE. And sometimes dogs. But mostly cats. Throwing the bin bags away into the massive dumpster bins was always a frightening task because the cats would jump out of the bin when you chucked it in and sometimes they’d jump right at you. I had loads of pets growing up. Dogs, cats, fish, hamsters, birds, hermit crabs, tortoises (so many tortoises), a hedgehog, rabbits and guinea pigs. All of the beaches were privately owned so you’d either go to a friend’s privately owned beach, or you’d got to one of the ones that had been built up and pay to go in and spend the day (or night if you paid for a room) there. Some of my friend’s houses were so bloody nice (Saudis of course). They were massive with elevators and maids and private drivers and expensive cars. One of the princesses that went to our school had an underwater room with a massive window so she could just see all the fish and sealife just swimming by. Actually sometimes the princes and princesses would get a helicopter to/from school… Haha. By the end, after 9/11 and all that followed, it was got a bit intense. The security around the school and all of the compounds got stricter, with bollards being put up, tanks sitting outside the gates, men equipped with guns. A school in a neighbouring Saudi City (Yanbu, for which I had recently been to for a volleyball tournament) had gunmen shoot it up, so we started practicing drills at our school too. Ah, I dunno though. Ahhhh. I wish I could go back on holiday, but alas, I can’t.

Oh my god… I could talk about this all day. Sorry. Anyway, enjoy my little snippets.

Anonymous: Hey Cherry. So basically I've had an awful week; I've been really ill, I found out that my boyfriend cheated on me 2 weeks into our relationship, & today my best friend had a fucking terrifying seizure in our kitchen. I don't really know what I'm sending you this for, other than maybe someone to talk to (I haven't told anyone about my boyfriend), but yeah it feels better just saying stuff. Sorry if I brought you down! I just think you're a lovely person and might be able to make me smile :)

Hey you! Sweet Jesus, I’m so sorry for taking such an awfully long time to reply to this. I did try to reply as soon as I saw this, but I was found myself overly criticising what I was writing, because I didn’t think it would be able to even assist you, yet alone make you smile. I’m glad you being able to get it out and talk about it made you feel better though. Times like those suck and waiting for them to pass sucks and that whole everything-bad-happens-at-once thing sucks. I hope you’re in a happier place now. People will let you down at times, you just have to decide whether they’re worthy of a second chance or not. I hope whatever you decided was the right decision. Much love! <3

Anonymous: you're so pretty! and i love your style! where are you from?

Hello! Thank you. I was born in England, grew up in Saudi Arabia and am currently living in Australia.

Being white means never having to think about it.