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I’m absolutely amazed at myself. I almost lost everything on this site! Everything! Over a years worth of my mind, nearly lost to the depths of the interwebs. Thankfully after a little bit of pondering, I managed to recover the entire site.

I’ll be posting something reader worthy VERY soon! I promise!

I didn’t even notice this until now, but I’ve got 101 posts, not counting this one! That’s a bit surprising, and I don’t know why.. But it’s nice.

My life has never been an easy one to live. I have seen and done many things in what years I’ve been alive.. Through all the challenges I’ve faced, I can only wish that I’d have come on top every time. I’ve never allowed failure to discourage me completely. I’d be lying if I said that it didn’t discourage me at all, but then it’s only natural to be disappointed.

Instead of allowing those feelings to push me towards quitting, I harness it. I use it to remind myself how I don’t want to feel. I then try again. Persistence, and general stubbornness are just a few of my more flattering characteristics.

With my siblings back from Lebanon, I’ve now a bigger burden to heave. This should be interesting.

As fate would have it, my car has broken down.
Oh, how the world turns.
More things for me to take into consideration.
Different decisions to be made.
I suppose I can handle the additional load.
More planning is in order.
I suspect I’m to spend a bit more time in Ottawa.
It doesn’t matter. I’m still pretty happy.

To live the life of a nomad, you know no home. You have no base, and you constantly move around. These days, being a nomad is as it was years ago. Except now we’ve got cars, planes, and trains to help us move around the land in much faster paces. We can haul our things with us, almost effortlessly.
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At the very least, you can expect that people will almost always surprise you. I do not mean that everyone you encounter will. What I mean is that some of those you meet may do so at any moment, given the opportunity arises. They may shock you in a positive way, or they may do so negatively. That’s all part of the surprise…
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Being one who spends a lot of time by myself, I can’t help but think a lot. I ponder my life, my words, my future, my past… I just sit and wonder. I ask myself question after question. At times, only to end up with no answers. I suppose that’s the most frustrating part… Not being able to satisfy my own inquiries…

But that shouldn’t be too surprising – as no one has all the answers, right?
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Not everyone is cut out to run their own business. Granted, it may be a goal most people would like to reach, its just not everyone is meant to do it. I’ve always felt that being an entrepreneur was in my blood.. Passed down through many generations of hard-headed and determined men.

I’ve been in Canada since late October searching for a job that pays a little more than peanuts. Unfortunately, with the economy the way it is, I’ve been shit out of luck in that sense. Recently, after much pondering I had again decided that it would be best for me to look after my own interests, and see where it’ll take me.

I’ve once again started a business. The expenses of simply starting your own company are astronomical. Then you’ve got to factor in marketing, labor and other miscellaneous expenses. Doing it all on my own has proven to be one hell of a challenge.

With what sparkly-eyed recruits I have, and the few customers whom need my service, I’m just not confident in my probability of success. I do suppose that it probably is best for me to not have my expectations set so high, but a man has got to eat!

So with my head held high, and my choices clear – I know what needs to be done. Being a man is some tough business!

WOW! Have I been BUSY! I’ve finally started school and boy, oh boy am I swamped with work. This site has seriously taken a side seat to my life. I don’t even have much time to do my homework.. I’ve got two projects I need to work on, and my job is killing me. Full time-full time. What do I do?

Meh. I’ll figure it out. I just wanted to let y’all know that I’m probably not going to be updating this sucker for a very long time… Though if I do find myself free – I’ll throw up something of interest for y’all..

Anywho, enough of my bad grammar. I’ll see y’all later! Time to finish homework. :\

“Israel is saying to Hamas enough is enough, and the citizens of Gaza should too say to Hamas that enough is enough” – some Israeli prick.

What is enough, is the use of multi-million dollar weapons against make-shift MacGyvers.

Today is day 3 of Israeli attacks on the Gaza strip. This strike is allegedly targeted at Hamas, an extremist Islamic group in political control of the Gaza strip in Palestine. Unfortunately, the story is a bit fogged on my end. I’ve heard reports that the attacks were sparked by a request of negotiation from Hamas; and I’ve heard that Hamas launched a few rockets.

Which is true? I can’t tell you for certain. What I can tell you though, is that bombing Mosques, apartments and parks does NOT equal civilized warfare. If you can call warfare civilized. Thousands of civilian lives, mostly women and children have been lost or hindered in the last two days. Not so many Israeli civilians as much as their soldiers.

I’m not going to rant on about this… I’m currently blinded by anger and am choking on disappointment. I can’t seem to write anything tasteful without a huge bias.

War is wrong. It doesn’t matter who the hell initiated it. Specifically, killing is wrong. That is not how politics works. We, as humans, are a very sad and stupid creature.

“Why must we kill to show that killing is wrong?” – unknown

Damn it is COLD outside.

So, I’ve relocated to Ottawa.

I hate the winter.

Grizz – you are more man than I can fathom – crazy ass living in Alaska..

Fuck snow.

Damn negative temperatures..

Texas sucked, but shit.. At least it was warm!

When I was 5 years old, my mom always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down “happy.” They told me I didn’t understand the assignment and I told them they didn’t understand life. -unknown