It all started on June 17th 1997, the day I was born. But it wasn’t the day I became who I am. But we will get to that later. For now, lets start from the very very beginning. 
 
In 1995 my mother and father got married. They were young, mother was only 18 back then. They lived in Ukraine with my grandparents from both father’s and mother’s side. But, like in Ukraine isn’t the best. It’s actually very terrible. So my parents decided to move to Israel, why Israel you may ask? Well that’s because one, better than Ukraine and two it was the easiest country to move to back then. So in May 1997 my parents and mother’s parents headed to Israel. My mother got pregnant accidently, therefore giving me my life. They settled in a small apartment and waited for me. Eventually I was born a month later and everything seemed so nice. My parents ended up moving to a new apartment, but I don’t remember that as I was only a year old. My mother and father started to fight a lot. He never took care of me, says mother. Only played games on his computer. Before I knew it they were divorced. Mother and I moved to another apartment where I got my first memory. I was 3 years old and it was my birthday. It’s a really short memory, just me playing with this piano toy I had back then.. 
 
When I was about 5 my father moved away. I wasn’t told why and I didn’t mind. Though I always hoped I would see him again. I started kindergarten that year. I didn’t enjoy it. I always missed mother. Cried every morning when she had to go. I had only one friend back then. Since she was the only person who could speak Russian. My parents are from a part of Ukraine where they generally speak more Russian than Ukrainian hence why mother taught me Russian. I learned Hebrew really quick and I was doing good. So I thought at least. A bit later that year, we moved to a new city. I liked it really. That was when mother met Alex. She loved him, went over to his house every weekend. I never liked mother leaving. I was always scared at night, still am too. I had a best friend at that time, I met her when I was literally 1 year old. I’ve been friends with her since. I saw her often, once or twice a week. I wasn’t much of a people person back then.. 
 
I went to kindergarten again since you usually go when you’re 6. I liked it. I was obsessed with horses and snails back then. Eventually we moved to another apartment. Alex moved in with us. I hated him honestly. He’s a moron and he never treated me well. I met my first and second crush back then. I liked them heaps but meh. From then on it was a year in one apartment, school, friends, new apartment and so on. Up until I was 7-8. Those are my earliest memories of actual school. My god I hated learning religion. Never did my homework. I’ve always been a lazy bum. I was about 9 when a war started in Israel. Blah I didn’t like it. Was the middle of the summer, I was suppose to go swimming that day with my summer school class thingy majigy. I was watching TV with one of my best friends. We were watching Tokyo Mew Mew. Good times. I went to the kitchen to get something to eat and when I looked out the window a bomb just fell into the sea. Was scary back then. 
 
We spent a month in bomb shelters, went out from time to time but not too often. Not much happened after that really. Alex went to Canada (not sure why anymore) and eventually he told us to move there with him. So we did. I really liked that idea. My best friend (the one I met when I was 1) moved there a few months before us. Though she moved to Quebec while I was in Ontario. When I arrived there I really liked it..Alex bought me a Bratz doll (my gosh I loved Bratz, still do) And we settled in. Basically the first year was school, going to Toronto to do some stuff with documents to get citizenship, more school. We ended up moving to another city. Went from Oshawa to Bowmanville. So new school. My first school was really nice. I had lots of friends I liked to be with. I learned English really fast too. Took me about 6 months and I wasn’t having any problems with it. Wasn’t as good as it is now though. My second school wasn’t that great though. 
 
I wasn’t really liked by many people. Says them I was rude and bossy. Oh well. I was lonely back then but eventually I had a good friend. Alex ended up moving away cause he couldn’t get a citizenship. Never heard from him again. I was sad for some reason. Was so stupid. Anyway. My mother met Andrew a while later. At that point I was 11 and we had to leave Canada. So Andrew offered to make us a family sponsorship. So mother and Andrew got married on Christmas and after new years we moved to Ukraine. Why Ukraine? Because we had relatives there. Remember? My father and his parents? Yeah. Its been 5 years since I last spoke to him and I barely even remember that. I was happy about it though. Until I found out what morons they all were. Also, apparently I have a little sister. She’s turning 7 this year (2012) Mother never told me because she thought I wouldn’t like the thought of my father leaving me for his family in Ukraine. Meh. He told me how much he missed me, but he never called or asked to hang out or anything. Mother changed her mind when some dumb ass lawyer said a work visa would be easier to get so instead of the family sponsorship we signed up for a work visa. My mother actually met Arkadi when we were still in Canada, which lead to other things. 
 
They started going out and eventually Andrew found out blah blah divorce blah blah no work visa blah blah need to move to Russia. So we moved to Russia. This time mother decided to get a family sponsorship with Arkadi and so they did. I went back to school (wasn’t in school since I left Canada) I was 12..I total moron. I wanted to be a singer/actress/striper/prostitute. Literally. All of them. At once. Anyway. I hated school in Russia. It was too difficult for me and the teachers treat you as if you murdered their family. A bit later, late February we found out I didn’t have a visa to live in Russia so I had to get out of there for 3 months to get one. But we decided to wait a bit so I stopped going to school. March 25-28th is when I met my ex, Rohan. My first love. He was really nice when we met, because a dickass a bit later. Though thanks to him I fell in love with Australia and met a good friend, Anna (Cakey)  She was my best friend for some time. Then I met Bradie, also became my best friend. I loved them both dearly and they helped me get over Rohan when he broke my heart. I ended up falling for Bradie. But we never got together. 
 
We got into a fight however. And ever since we haven’t talked much. He doesn’t mean as much as he used to anymore..It makes me sad cause I miss the old days. I am cakey also got into a fight for stupid reasons and no longer talk, at all. But before all of that happened, the best thing happened to me. It what really brought me to life. Well, he. I met my fiance. My sweetheart. I wont go too deep into it since I have a special page on here just for him. I changed him and he changed me. I’m not longer the idiot I was (though I still believe I can be an idiot) And I’m happy with him. So yeah…I tried not to go into too much detail so I didn’t talk about some other things..but yeah.