... figures ...

Figures. When life is at a stand still, and one is attempting to do this and that just to get his feet going again, all options spring up at once.

And so, after a month of waiting for a phone call, it finally came. The night of New Years Ever, I had spoken with a friend of mine (moreso an aquintance than a friend, I must admit, still a good guy though) about everything that had happened in the past month (at the time), and he had offered a job at his warehouse. I jumped at it as it was something different and at the same time I was guaranteed a job. And so, he said he would call when everything was in order.

A month passed, and nothing. And so, after giving up hope, I learned of a program where I could learn a trade and have a very well paying job within 4-5 months. My cousin refered me to the program, and therefore it was a sure thing. Well, the program starts on the 11th of this month. And immediately after I had done everything I was supposed to do to get into the program, I got the phone call. I started my new warehouse gig the next day.

And just for a bit of comedy, as some may find it funny ... Canadian Idol auditions are this weekend as well. In just a few days, everything that I had been considering for myself, was being put into motion all at the same time.

As of right now, I'm considering the program. Here's to hoping I'm doing carpentry in the summer time.

(from the net)

Entangled

Just to keep up activity ... here's a pic.

Hey Ya'll

Well, unfortunately I've noticed a pattern emerging. There have been few and few posts as the months pass. One month there will be three posts, another would be five, but that sure is little when I look back at the beginning and see the numerous amounts of posts in one week.

Alas, I guess such happens as time goes on. As for a good reason for this, I can blame it on the fact that I have little privacy anymore, well .. did have little privacy at one point. Plus, I didn't really want my roommates to have access to that which are my personal thoughts. I mean, anonymity is okay and having readers is ok, but to suddenly have people think they "KNOW" me just because of what I write in a blog, AND having to deal with them everyday would drive me nuts. So I'd rather not deal with such people.

But, upon reading other blogs today, I've decided to post something again. A lil intro to that which is I. Sure sure I've done that before (I think), but this can be some kind of update since then. I mean, years have passed since I started this.

Hi, I'm a 26 year old guy. My last job was in a kitchen, that was an experience. But as for now, I'm unemployed. I'm the middle child of 5 kids total. Just recently however I've lost my older sister and that now makes four of us. A lil tidbit, I actually lost my sister and my job the in the same week; while I was away on vacation in Vegas (please don't ask if I "at least" had fun in Vegas, I left on the next flight I could). And then, a few days after that, my late sister's daughter had her 8th birthday. The funny thing, my older sister is in fact my cousin. My mother adopted her at the age of 8, along with her younger brother. Pretty ironic that years later my mother would become the legal guardian of her neice at that exact age (my sister had a daughter and was a single mother).

Anyways, with all this going on, I stayed in my hometown for the month of December. A week later, my younger sis would have her 18th birthday, and a day after that I would have my 26th birthday. 5 days after that, we would celebrate Christmas. It was a hectic month. Days before New Years, I would come back to Calgary, even though in my heart I didn't really want to leave home. I was a little iffy about it, I did want to come back, but then again I didn't; and I did when I didn't. All was confusing so I just needed time to myself.

It is now the 22nd. Weeks have passed. And yet, I still find myself wanting to be alone. I haven't really called anyone or been anywhere. But, I am at a point that I NEED a job as oppose to be simply "taking" time off.

I've just been thinking so much lately, and now I need to make a choice. Now is the time to take charge of my situation and grab the wheel and steer. Its been so long since I've done that, and I finally realise that now ... I need to live for me. I just don't know how to do that, yet.

On a postive note, I'm back at the gym. I've always had this membership, just never really used it. I made it about once a week, but never really made any effort. Because of it, my waist is bigger. So now, I've made it about three times a week. It feels good.

As for the post thing, the pessimist tells me this blog is slowly fading to non-existence ... if it hasn't already. Really though, the inspiration is just gone now. I don't have the content to post anything, and if I do I'm too tired to do it ... and the priority list, sadly this blog has dropped to the bottom.

I will still keep it up, just in case someday all inspiration comes back ... but I think, from here on in it'll mainly be a pic site .. just random photos of hotties and what nots. But here's to hoping.

New Year ... A New Year: prt Two

Christmas morning.

I can hear the footsteps of kids running around upstairs, and the footsteps of my mom and auntie who have been up for hours preparing Christmas dinner. I want to get up and join them, but I have no energy in my body; and so I lay wide-eyed in my bed in the basement.

I stare off into the basement where my bed lies; tucked away in a corner of an unfinished basement, separated by mere blankets tacked up to the ceiling to provide a false solitude. The more footsteps I hear on the cieling abover push me further into an unwanted sleep.

Moments later, I am awake again, ripping myself from the bed sheets and forcing one foot beyond the other. It takes all energy, what little of it I have, to climb up the basement starewell. And as I pass the final step, the peak, a joyous "Merry Christmas" and shouted by my neice. I smile. I join my family in the kitchen as our Christmas dinner is ready, early this year so that we may be able to join other relatives for a greater family dinner later on.

Its the first time my brother and his family spent the night at my mothers for Christmas in years. They didn't really have to since they only live one town away. But my mother offered, knowing the trip they made the night earlier. Perhaps out of guilt they obliged; perhaps not. Either way, they are here, and I'm glad for it.

My younger brother is already here, with his son. And as we all gather around the feast that I'm sure my mother and my aunt slaved over, a different air is present. All family is here except one, my older sister.

And with that, I glance over at her daughter, my neice, who is playing with her cousin as if nothing has changed. I draw back my tears as my mother finishes her prayer.

We open gifts, exchange laughs and harmless insults; and go through almost with ease our first different Christmas.