I've decided to go a little trendy with the website I suppose. Spent a few hours playing with some features, unfortunately with the new blog I found I cannot do the following until someone shows me how or I keep playing with it until I go blind... mother was always right!

I have also learnt an important lesson tonight.. SWITCH ON YOUR DAMN FIREWALL! Spent the last 2-3 hours getting rid of trojan dialers and adware's and still think I have some of the shit inbedded into the fabric of this pc at the moment. Was driving me spare.. I did happen to get a wonderful collection of porn and lots of ladies tennis piccies! I think the square hacking into my computer had a fetish for underwears... What is it with people who have fetish with panty shots anyhow???

Ok I know you cannot comment but over to the left of your screen you will see a temporary replacement to comments called the Chatterbox (this was the beginning of my adware torture campaign so I fucking hope to hell it suits your needs!!!!). There is also a link to my email if you really are that desperate.

Well since it's 1:30am and I have to go to some big ass exhibition tomorrow to do some networking I will bid you all farewell.

Going to leave you with this acorn I wrote a few weeks ago. G`night!

ps. please don't go reading into it FFS!


12:27am 14th September 2004


I do fear my inevitable these days, does that lead to the hatred, which will come following me down the path I am taking? Why am I here in this lonely place, trying to figure out my existence to become normal, yet who to say that normal is someone else's measurement? We all are measured by media, by influence, by money, by power and by a corrupted intolerance to each other. Why do people need to hate? Why do people need to make jokes about someone's skin, religion, disease or football team? Do we all need to dig ourselves a hole to climb into it at the end and someone else to cover it up?

When I was young and even sometimes now I think. When I die... Who will come to my funeral, what will they say? Will they say the truth or will they say what they think they know me as? I'm good friends with many people, but I do not insist to think I know them, do never jump to the conclusion that there life is as important as mine. Am I selfish or am I realistic? I sometimes wish I looked at life as an optimist, always considering the glass half full. But do you know what, the glass is just holding that water to be either - drunk or re-filled and when it comes down to it, it's going to be your choice on what you want to do.

Fear causes hatred
Hatred causes fear
Two worlds between
No world apart
Not able to exist without
Fueled by each other
Loved by nobody
Embraced by all

Tomorrow you need to do something to better yourself, because tomorrow just might be another day which you either fill that glass, or someone else will drink it.

This is what I write about, and this is what I shall need to continue to write about.

Opinion is mine and not yours.

12:47am