Protesting Israel's attack on Lebanon

Nerdy Stuff

I haven't been on here much. I have a high speed connection but every time I log on to Myspace everything goes reallyyyyy sloooow. I suspect this Myspace has become a trashy spam website which is in no way user friendly. A lion just growled at me when I logged in and it scared the sh*t out of me! Why put an add up that growls at people?

I managed to set up a web management program on my computer and a mini server thing, yippee! I did this all on my own and feel so smart right now, haha. It took me a few hrs. and when I was about to give up it all started making sense to me. What is so appealing with this program is that I will eventually figure out how to do my own blog where people can post comments. Tomorrow I'm going to find a good hosting company and start figuring out how I can transfer this onto an online server. Eventually I will combine this with the CSS programing I've been studying this month.

Yes, I am having a lot of fun these days ;-)

Dream 120706

I was 5 years old and walked into my bedroom, there was sun shining through the window and I felt the atmosphere of the sunny bedroom. In the middle of the floor there was this bright red, shiny new bicycle. I felt such joy and jumped up and down. Both of my parents were standing by my side and smiled with such joy.

When I woke up I realized that this dream was a memory from my childhood. I recalled the day when I got the bicycle and the freedom I felt when the training wheels were taken off. I taught myself to ride the bicycle, I didn't have patience to wait for someone to teach me.

I was making some coffee and eating breakfast when I realized the symbolism of this dream and it really shook me up. I have made the mistake in the past of only seeing the bad memories from my childhood and sometimes I have dwelled on them for years; kind of like mentally masturbating on self-pity. Also the fact that I had totally forgotten this memory and probably many more like this one. I think we humans are such masochistic creatures at heart sometimes, we nourish our souls with the poor me syndrome and let life pass us by. It's so much easier to do nothing and blame our lack of accomplishment on the cruel world we live in. "They're all so mean, poor poor me!"

Anyway, I'm pulling myself together slowly from the shock of loosing my job and I think these dreams I've been having are a certain kind of cleansing in my mind.The rest of the day I felt so happy and I really did notice alot more positive around me and gave my son a big hug when I came home from work. Yes we are so rich sometimes and need to be reminded when we let the negative overpower our thoughts and actions.

Protesting the Occupation of Palestine