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Published On: 11/18/2009
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The other day as I was minding my own business I got a curious invitation. A colleague asked me if I'd be interested in joining his group for dinner at the Rideau Club that night. So I brushed the hair away from my eyes and gave my beard a scratch (I haven't had a haircut in 2008 or shaved since I was in Whistler) before I said "will they even let me in the door?" It took a while to be convinced, but in the end I decided to accept the invitation. After all it seemed like a reasonable reason to skip yoga class.

It's a good thing I have a tie and jacketThe Rideau Club pre-dates canadian confederation and was established twenty-two months before Ottawa was chosen as the seat of government. The clubs first president was Sir John A. Macdonald who, two years later, became Canada's first prime minister. Those are some pretty lofty credentials for a club so when I was asked, first of all, if I owned a jacket and tie (apparently they won't let you in the door without them) and if I'd be interested in going, I was naturally a bit skeptical that I would even gain entry. Besides, the last time I went to one of these formal parties, I wound up across the desk of the Director of CSIS in Windsor two days later (being interviewed for a job oddly). "This could be interesting" I thought and accepted. It seemed like an opportunity that doesn't present itself too often, and besides I like to slum it every once in a while.

The Rideau Club is obviously quite old. The building where it's located, however, is not. The original building burned down in 1979 so they made a replica of its interior on the top floor of the Sun Life building in downtown Ottawa. In order to get to the club, there's an elevator which services it exclusively (how very elitist). As I got in the elevator, I found it odd that there were only two buttons: one for the lobby and one for the fifteenth floor. Secretly I was a bit disappointed that there wasn't a retinal scan machine or some such thing. Nontheless, it was a neat feeling to be in a private elevator to an exclusive club which boasts heads of state as members. I felt like I was going to a Stone Cutters meeting. Maybe I'd get to participate in decisions on world policy, affect the course of human history, and witness historical keggers, beer blasts, beer bashes and steinhoists, followed by the regimented AA meetings. This evening was certainly looking up.

Can you direct me to the coat room?Once I arrived I was disappointed to discover that no one referred to themselves as numbers that were sequentially assigned in the order in which they joined. Once again the Simpsons had let me down. The coat room, however, did not. That thing was the size of my living room and dining room combined plus within it was the men's room which was equipped with shoe polishers and other gizmos that were cool and useless.

The view from the various windows in the club was quite spectacular. It was a great vantage point to see Parliament Hill, the Ottawa River, random high-rise living rooms (it gave me a bit of a voyeuristic feeling) and off in the distance, the Gatineau hills where my home resort, Mont Cascades, can be found (oh I miss the winter already). In spite of the majestic view, however, there seemed to be something missing. I realised what it was when reached into my breast pocket to adjust my hanky which I made out of a Spanky's Whistler trail map. It was the mountains that were missing. Having just been in British Columbia not two weeks before, I had grown accustomed to seeing large mountainous objects in the horizon; clearly these are missing in Ontario. In the time I spent in B.C. and Alberta, I had stopped noticing the giant masses of rock, earth and snow all around me. I was de-sensitized to their majesty and this thought disappointed me. It made me realise two things:

  1. Never take what you have for granted. You'll miss it when its gone. This seems to be something that I have to be reminded of every once in a while and I'm now reminding all of you.
  2. You can take the snowboarder off the mountain, but you can't take the mountain out of the snowboarder. I thought using a trail map as a hanky was a nice touch. None of my companions seemed at all surprised when they realised what I had done. A dirtbag in fancy clothes is still a dirtbag.

So if you ever get a chance to go to the Rideau Club, I highly recommend it. It's steeped in history and is a good place to take stock of who you are and what you have. Speaking of what you have, all you dwellers of the mountains out there, raise your glasses to them, they are precious indeed.

Keep Shreddin' the GNAR!



Published On: 5/5/2008
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My Blog: Long Read
By: JaiBarks


  Read if you want... I was high on Rockstar when I typed this out. So that is why none of it will most likely make sense.

you know what...

 

I've been thinking... I know surprising eh ? haha shut up.

What would life have been like if everything was different ? I don't mean like absolutely everything or else I would be named Wolf, and most likely wouldn't be in the situation I am in currently, I'd already be out on the streets saving people. but here is what I mean, what if certain things in my life were strategically different. Well there is the absolutely obvious, school choices, what I did at school, or the lack thereof. But what I am specifically talking about was when I was living @ 88 Culver Crescent in London.

 

So there was 2 of the 5 that moved in earlier than the rest. You would think that we would be like having dinner together, lunch whatever. But for some messed up reason, we really never did? Which looking back at it now could be because the other half wanted it her way or no way. But that is how she was brought up so there was nothing I really could do to combat that. So that could be why we were two completely different functions items. But now that I am looking back, it really bothers me. It honestly does. Like I could not imagine how much better it could have been if everything could have just been more pleasant in the first couple weeks leading up to signing the lease and then the following weeks of move in days/time. All of the emotional convo's that we did have just me and her either sitting in my room and just chatting for hours, or sitting in her room on the bed drunk off our asses, or me sitting on the stairs and just shooting the shi*t, why could those experiences happen, but we could not just get together and have a meal ? I mean, me and her were the original 2 that would chill in Pre-Health, and then in Residence. But back to the whole meal thing. How many things would have changed if only we got together for meals. Guidelines might have been easier to be set (None were set in reality). When dinner would roll around, I would eat upstairs, she would downstairs. but why ? duh, the confrontations. It was just weird, flipping back and forth. How many confrontations never would have happened if only we ate together once and a while. Only in the final months were we "sorta" closer. We gathered around Pussycat Dolls: The Search for the Next Doll. Yes I watched it and called them all whores. and yes I cheered for Chelsea to win, or the other girl to win, oh well. I know I am not normal, shut it!

I know I also have been talking in circles, but it happens once and a while... and I mean the Rockstar obviously is helping this haha. Let's see. then there was the girl. What was I thinking... and since I am posting this on Deviantart, Fb, Snowboard colonies, along with a couple other places, sooner or later she will prolly read this, if she admits it or not. Was it a right choice, at that point I thought it was because she looked like one of the girls on my brothers baseball team that I, in the simplest terms, adored. This girl was just stunning in my young eyes, and since I knew I never had a chance with this girl since I was so young, I averted my eyes to this new girl, that as I saw it looked like her. and I mean being with her for as long as I did, I don't even see the likeness at all anymore. But I did at the time. oh well. I wouldn't call my life ruined from her, but my life didn't get much easier when she was around. I did enjoy her company, because I never had someone who I could go to that wasn't my mom or brother. Sorry to myself, but it's the truth. I have never had someone whom I could just talk to and let everything go, I could laugh with, talk to for hours about nothing, just sit and say nothing, or play video games and actually not have to teach the person how to play, they would just try and really wasn't that bad. Not better than me, a durr, I couldn't have that now could I ? yeah I didn't think so either haha. So yeah, I never have had someone like that that wasn't blood, and I was at that time, glad I did have it. Wow Rockstar works eh ? haha. I am shaking... Although it could be from the coldness of the room. Back to her. So shi*t was alright, I felt like the protector, and I really liked this new power. and Since she will prolly find this sooner or later (I hope) here goes the big secrets. The friend I said that I argued with about you, and I said that I lost touch with because I didn't like what she was saying about her, never happened. There was no arguement between my good friends back in good ol' St.C. If there was, no girl comes before my friends, sorry, My friends come first, especially the person I was saying I lost touch with. I mean yeah, we do butt heads once and a while when I think she needs to go to College or know that some of her choices are stupid, but shi*t happens, and we have (hopefully) gotten past that past instances. back to the girl. There was a conversation with my one roommate about her though, while I was still in res. I talked to the one guy, and he told me to get out because obviously I wasn't happy. a year later... I didn't listen to him obviously. But time happens. Next, I never wanted you to meet my friends, why people would most likely ask... because in my eyes at least at that time, I thought you were good enough for me, but you would never be good enough for my friends. I know it doesn't make any sense that you would be good enough for me, but not them. I was just I guess embarassed to show them that I had in fact found something out in the "REAL WORLD" that I enjoyed. In the back of my head the entire time I knew I should have been with someone more "fit" or "athletic" maybe a volleyball player or something like that... you people reading this understand right ? The typical girl. Someone who I could take home and be like see, she is my girl, not.... bring someone home and be see, here she is, not here is MY GIRL. just here SHE IS... Obviously this is pig headed of me and I realize this. But for some reason still beyond me, I wanted some sort of companionship. I guess I got that from her ? Don't know about her since she doesn't write like I do, like this for example. Which is really another reason why we don't talk now. She can't talk, it is like a permanent tongue cut... make sense ? not trying to make that a jab at you if you are still reading this. You just could never communicate with me in your own "heart" and "feelings". they were always someone else's feelings or thoughts.

Which brings me to paragraph 3. EVERYONE ELSE'S FEELINGS. wow my hands are cold. keep going. no more Rockstar tonight. It was never you and I, and I think that was one of the problems we had. Since you couldn't say what you thought, at least as much when you would, I would shut you down and make everything you said look wrong. My linguistics did that and I apologize, not like it helped. Back to the topic. Since you couldn't say what you thought and felt, you went to surrounding passers-by, who divulged into lives and lurked for too long for me to be comfortable. Those passers-by were your voice. Wow. I never should have taken that long of a break. My brain isn't in the same mindset anymore. Ok Let’s try this again… Rob Zombie will help me now. So as I was saying, your passers-by were your voice and as I saw it, they were you. I was not with you, I was with them and had to deal with them because you refused to live your life, you let others do it for you, and thus up to that point that is exactly what got you by. With that said. Where is she going now ? Well since she is back in the home city, she has been manipulated from what I thought I had created to keep the head on straight and possibly create an own person. I was wrong, they have sucked the life out of you. You are finished for life now till you finally break away and find out that these people are telling you what to do, what to think. When you were in your first yrs of college, you couldn’t bugger off to other provinces, but what a freakin’ surprise, the second you are forced back to your home city, now you are being spoon-fed bullshat! That’s right BULL-SHAT ! You have been shown that as long as you dwell under the home city, the world is yours and you have no problems or worries. “Just don’t ever leave or we will disown you and leave you for dead on the side of the street” “We don’t care what you think, because you are useless to the world, and will amount to nothing… why is that you ask? Well you aren’t allowed to ask questions, so shut the fack up and get back into your overcrowded room and sit till we tuck you in for bed.”

Wow that felt good to get out FINALLY.  So you can think what you want from that, but isn’t it funny that you “lost all feelings for me as soon as you slinked back to the home city ?” yeah, that’s what I thought too. The brainwashing and hand-feeding has commenced. I guarantee with everything that is holy, that if you were in any other city but the current one, you would still not be “over me”. And why is that, because you don’t know who you are, so you rely on other people to tell you what to say and what to think. Isn’t it surprising that when you were living in the house, and had temporarily lost contact with the reliers, that you were HAPPY, you were enjoying life, you had an honest fun time. I don’t think you can deny that. There were obvious rough patches, but those were because of situations at the house, or your reliers trying to wedge back into the situation and I got frustrated when you were letting them (Calling them every single night and filling them in on daily occurances)… What are you going to do when they finally pass ? who are you going to call then ? one of your other reliers and spill to them. Where will you live ? Since they like the younger half more than you, Younger will have the house. And we all know younger won’t want you hanging around.
You know that you need to get away. I know you do. But unfortunately you will never be able to see this until you stop listening to background noises and see what YOU REALLY WANT. Not what everyone else has told you you want to hear and do.

 

So this was fun. I got a lot out. No clue why this all came up, but it did. Kinda for some reason just pissed me off. Damn people randomly getting on my nerves for no reason haha.

Peace all. This is a good 2000 words to read… I will try and drowned out the harassers in my head and the paranoia that now exhausts my life. I will stick to my 100% exams and 93% essays. See I can write and I know how to write. Go me!
 


Published On: 3/7/2008
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My Journal: edit...life
By: Jesgirl


They say when one door closes, another one opens.
I think I'll use the window!  (just in case)
 
Cutting my (amazing) season short to take a friend, and fellow designers' show on tour.
It's a ballet, it's beautiful, it's art..in motion, and so much more.
The man is a genius, without all the cheezyness that goes with that word.  His work is brilliant, and he has been working as a pro since he was a teenager! 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I've never been this excited about going back to work so early in the year before!
And no, I'm not happy to be getting out of the house..lol
I'm very happy at home, and I'm finally wearing my engagement ring!  Not that we have set a date, or really even talked about it (jinx) but it's on...it's so ON...haha
 
I've really missed my sb.com friends and I miss my core? what the hell happened there?  who knows....
I plan to have many more useless hours of internet now that I will be sitting at a lighting board for several hours a day!!
 
I'm looking forward to Spring and feel happy about how my life is going right now...it's a first for me....seriously


Published On: 2/23/2008
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My Blog: catamarange
By: wildcatAl


ok so I thought it might be interesting to just go ahead and start typing a blog without any strategy or form.  I am writing about myself writing becuase this peice of writing was never graced with a premis. OF coarse a premis of nothing can be very entertaining as we see from the sit-com diety Seinfield.  One of the greatest aspects of contemporary human life is the insane nothingness we do with our time.  Some of the greatest conversations in the history of time probably started with the contemplation of the sky or a road.  Contemplations are glorified experiences of nothing.  One can give any useless object life and meaning through contemplation.  All that I know is there is allot of generrally talentless people out there.  I am morbidly distruaght at the thought that I am and will allways be a nothing.   

Published On: 9/21/2007
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My Blog: blah
By: summerzac


Blog. what a crock eh? i don't even visit this site enough to be able to keep it going, nor do i have many friends that could actually read it. Nobody knows about it. So i sit in front of this braindead screen, thinking, wondering and pondering to say the least, why the hell i would have anything to say here, if these words never meet the eyes of the interested.   Its as good as being cooped up in the corner of my room with a pen and paper, and slipping my writing into a private place where no-one can find it. Perhaps the hope of somebody finding it, who understands will compell me to keep writing, though i've never found much comfort in strangers. I wouldnt' call myself pathetic, or begging for sympathy. In fact i hate the attention. I've learned to compose myself in the public. Secracy is huge in my life, i'm not one to blurt out every detail. Most people would assume that i care too much of what other people think. In reality, i believe that my business is my own, not one person knows everything i've done. Only God. Should i care what he thinks? Does any of this make sense?
In asking these questions...i realize that this is quite possibly useless, and not very well worth my time. The corner of my room is feeling a bit more appealing to me now, and i always hated computers.
 


Published On: 5/14/2007
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My Blog: Castle Wars
By: cetra70


I was playing Castle Wars earlier today. I felt like I was a true Zamorak, so I didn't go through the Guthix portal, but went straight to Zammy (I like turning into a sheep...lol) I had double armor and weapons: a set of mage (zammy robes, top, air staff, and magic ammy), and melee (addy top, skirt, and g maul). After being absolutely useless (well, I still kicked SOME butt...lol) during the previous games, I decided to go on the offensive (but I maged for just a lil bit). So I stocked up on bandages and began the trip to the opponent's tower. I was quickly met with annoying arrows and spells on the way in...luckily, my armor deflected most of them...plus I was healing...I grabbed the flag on the top floor, despite several people piling me and being blocked by multiple barricades (I used up my exploding pots already...), ran out, while being barraged by mages, rangers, and several dragon-weilding fellows...I managed to run back to base and score, while several people were fighting in the tower...I repeatedly did this, getting targeted by the opponents more and more each time they saw me coming...lol...I was never killed while wielding the flag, which makes me happy :D
 
By the time the 20 mins. was up, I had scored two (maybe 3) times...out of five...okay, so it wasn't THAT big a deal, but considering that I was only a lvl 62 being attacked and piled by lvl 100s, it was pretty awesome :) It ended up to be a tie game though...*sigh* But at least that was one ticket...
 
I probably should have stuck with Zamorak, but Guthix was calling me again...so I went into the portal...it was in Sara...I went back outside and kept trying Zammy (cuz the Sara team was pretty bad...*sigh*), but to no avail...I was forced to stick with Sara...But this time I only had my addy armor with me (so no sheep or bunny transformation) and no weapon (so I could run better, I suppose...). <I was in the bathroom, so I had my bro take me to the portal, lol> When I came back to the computer, the first phrases I saw were "The Lvl 62" "She kept scoring" "I just couldn't kill her"...I wasn't sure if they were talking to me at first, but my bro also commented, "They're talking about you!"
 
I walked up to him and the following conversation was held...
"You talkin about me?" *follows me*
"That's her!"
"She has like 99 def"
"My def is only 47 (or something)"
"She had protect from magic"
"My prayer is only 31"
*he walks away and keeps chatting with the other people*
...I couldn't help but smile...ahaha...the thing that kept going on in my head was: Cool, I caught the attention of a lvl 101...SHWEET!
 
After the game started, this particualrly obnoxious guy said "Brb...with the Zammy flag" I was somewhat annoyed for some reason, but I decided to attack neway...even though it could've been pointless...Well...he got killed on the way down...(lol)...and during that time, I had managed to sneak in to the top floor (I used the tunnels that time...)I killed the guard, and another person showed up...The flag respawned and the guy said "U" (I meant to take it neway...even though they were higher leveled...), so I took it and ran...on the way back, I ran to the same lvl 101...he said "you again!" lmao! *does a little victory dance* ahaha...but I had to go right after I scored, so I said goodbye to a likely win and left the arena...


Published On: 4/8/2007
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Well, last time I posted on here, I called on volunteers for an experiment to verify the validity of the statement that “forking is better than spooning”. Reviewing various literature (usually hidden behind the cardboard on the top rack of the magazine stand) and peers, there is much evidence to support this notion. Additionally it was suggested that “spooning” often leads to “forking” (thanks Joe). So this mysterious philosophic postulate found on the garment care tag of my Westbeach jacket seems to be well supported but not yet empirically verified. Even though supporting evidence is being discovered daily, the nature of research is such that the more questions are answered, the more questions need to be answered. So the following is a report documenting the progress of this latest useless research endeavour.

This past weekend, I purchased a new pair of Westbeach snowboarding pants. West 49 was having a “Going out of Winter” sale, my trusty Quicksilvers are getting pretty shredded in the bottom, so I thought it was time. I bought a pair of Pit Stop pants with a really loud khaki camo pattern (this is sometimes distracting while riding... no doubt the phrase “I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you my pants are too loud” will be uttered by me before the season is through). Judging by historical precedence, I deduced that some form of philosophic wisdom would be handed out by the garment tag on my new duds. This was in fact a correct assumption, right beneath the French care instructions I found the following: “Save a tree, eat a beaver”.


In the modern age of climate change and CO2 credits, trees are an important part of our enviro-economic reality. The unnecessary felling trees is a burden on both the environment and the economy. This I believe is the message being conveyed by this particular tidbit of wisdom. By saving a tree, we ensure that greenhouse gases are being more efficiently processed to ensure more epic winters to come (this should be evidently important to snowboarders). So “save a tree, eat a beaver” is very topical advice from the cunning linguists at Westbeach. Even if we accept this postulate as being true however, we have to determine what effect the state of said beaver will have when it is eaten. Is there any benefits, other than aesthetic, of eating a shaved beaver? What about feasting at 30,000 feet (affectionately known as the mile high club). Have our brave Westbeach philosophers considered the consequences of red wings? What of pink tacos? These and many other questions need to be answered and more research money will need to be spent. I'm currently petitioning Natural Resources Canada for additional funding for this project.

Here's what we know so far:

  • Garment care tags are a good source of knowledge on topical issues such as climate change and gender roles (The latter is based on discoveries brought forward by Carrie).

  • Cunning linguists and muff divers may inevitably become the saviours of our current climate (so say my Westbeach pants).

  • Laundry, although a tedious domestic chore, has proved to be a great source of amusement. WASH YOUR CLOTHES PEOPLE!

Garment care tag philosophy is proving to be a valuable tool in finding solutions to the problems of our collective day-to-day life. My research budget is drying up however, and this important field of research needs to be explored more thoroughly. If you have any garment care tag philosophies to share, please do so; science shouldn't be bound by budget. Until next time...

Keep Shreddin' the GNAR!

J.



Published On: 2/19/2007
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 HI pp yay i turn ie in 30 days yea im countin down lol. sad thing is my jr prom om my birthday so most my friends go be busy with that.  anywayz well i have no ther useless things ro say
 
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Published On: 2/8/2007
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Every once in a while, usually when my friends stop hanging out with me because of the smell, I take the time to do some laundry. Recently I decided it was time to wash my good old Westbeach Sunset jacket. We'd had some good times but it was starting to smell a little too much like the outdoors so it was time to give it the old spin cycle. I proceeded to empty out the pockets in preparation for the washing procedure (faded cash and water logged iPods are not cool).

With my pockets empty (even those secret inside pockets... I didn't find any misplaced money unfortunately ), it was time to get to the washing part. Step one: find the garment care instructions tag. This proved to be a bit of a challenge since it was located somewhere beneath the powder skirt. Once located, I proceeded to read off the instructions:

  • Machine Wash Cold with Like Colour

  • Tumble Dry Low

  • Do not dry clean.

Seems easy enough, but just to double check, I decided to flip the tag over to make sure I didn't miss anything (I only like good surprises). On first glance, it just seemed like the French translation of the afore mentioned care instructions (I love Canada) however, there seemed to be a little extra at the bottom: “Spooning is good but forking is better”. It took a second for this wonderful nugget of wisdom to register, so on second reading it occurred to me that sometimes the deepest of philosophies can be found in the most uncommon places such as garment care instruction tags.


Being a bit of a sceptic, I don't generally take what I read at face value. That being said, this seems like an easy enough postulate to verify. So I'm looking for research assistants to help me confirm that “forking” is in fact better than “spooning”. Compensation is commensurate to my research budget (which is pretty much non existent once condoms and beer are purchased). Willing candidates should send applications to:

The Institute for Useless Research (IUR)
69 Fornikature way
Whorina, Ontario, Canada
IB6 UB9

I hope to be able to further the field of useless social science and build on what I've already learned:

  • Clean clothes make it easier to keep the friends that you have.

  • Wisdom can often be found in the most unexpected places, including washing instructions.

  • Vanilla yoghurt mixed with strawberry pop rocks is a tasty snack and a nutritional paradox (yes I know this has nothing to do with this blog but I like being random).

If interested, feel free to contact me, I'll be in my study (the crapper), or the lab (the chairlift) pushing the frontiers of science. Until next time,

Keep Shreddin' the GNAR!

J



Published On: 2/8/2007
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4th of february..

It´s the end of my trip to this foggy,rainy yet sunny island!
It´s been a great experience! I found out some new facts(useless "knowing"), eaten some very expensive pizzas, I meet people from so many diffrent countries and  I´ve exeriensed the irsih culture of drinking beer, criminal kids and late busses!

One of the best things I´ve found out is that irish people have a sense of humor! haha I´ve taken some pictures of some of the things i´ve found funny!(I just have to load them in my galleri soon!), for example I found a note on a lamppost with a "missing girlfriend" text describing some funny things about her and so on, haha soo funny! and some other crazy things..

The irish bars are as good as they seam! it´s packed with people , live music and a lot of beer! If you want to order a drink you´ve come to the wrong place! It´s either guiness or rome and coke!

we went to the temple bar, and meet up with some tourists! awsome place!!! I´ve never meet people from so many different countries at the same time and place as I did that night! I loved every second of it! to bad I was a  bit drunk and forgot to take pictures, or at least as many pics as  a would have wanted to!

Tomorrow I´m going home! It´s going to be so niiiiice, I really miss my own bed (my boyfriend in it!),my cat, my house and the swedish food and culture! I love my country! It´s a well organized system over there, and I´m so lucky to be living in it!

You gotta love traveling but in the end of the day your home´s the best place to crash!
puss&kram
The homesick one!



Published On: 2/4/2007
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This is the city of the dead
Another life holds a dreary end
We hope, we try, we live, survive
Counting days, trying to get by
Waiting for the calling
Anticipation in the air
We only dream of difference
City sleeping, unaware

Break the silence, wake the dead
Running through these streets alone
(I can't get sleep, let's break this hole)?
Cus' I swear, and this was rather useless
I promise you, we've come this far
And I'm not stopping, I'm not stopping now
I'm not hiding in shadows
Wake up
Send out this message

You said, you said, you said
this time was gonna be different
wake up the dead
[2x]

Dorwning alive, something stirs inside
This isn't over yet
Shake off the dirt
Swallow regret
Stop living under the weight
Living under the weight of regret
Your regrets
Don't lose hope...
Your regrets
Don't lose hope...
Don't let it happen to you
Don't lose hope...
Which side are you gonna choose?
Cause I believe, I believe in seeing you RISE!

We said, we said, we said
This time was gonna be different
Wake up the dead
[4x]


Published On: 1/4/2007
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Introduction
    The purpose of this paper is to exam the question of ‘the individual’ versus the ‘collective’ through the works of John Locke, Adam Smith and Raymond Williams and to determine the key distinctions they express. The first three sections of this paper will discuss Locke, Smith and Williams individually, focussing mainly on their ideas regarding the individual and the collective. Following the review of Locke, Smith, and Williams, I will continue with brief critique followed by some final thoughts.
    There are several things to keep in mind in order to understand the positions Locke, Smith and Williams take on their works. First, It would be appropriate to gather the context to which the three articles are being applied. Aspects of society concerning the rights of the individual versus the rights of the collective were viewed much differently during Locke and Smith’s respected periods, as our ideas and notions have been built upon theirs and many other contributors of social thought. Care must be taken to examine the mindset of the times otherwise a conflict of thought processes can and will cloud the original ideas attested by Locke and Smith. An example of this adaptation of thought through later social ideals will be considered during a discussion of Raymond Williams work on the “Individual”, “society” and “class”.

John Locke - Locke on Property
    Locke’s reasoning of individual property rights consider the notion that earth was given to Adam and Noah by God and therefore to man in his entirety. It is when the idea of personal property is questioned, that Locke examines the moment to which property becomes personal rather than those of the collective as a whole. The relationship to property is formed when an individuals labor is applied to the means of acquiring said property, thus according to Locke it is the right of man to lay claim to property if his labor has been applied towards its ownership. Locke’s rational considers the basic idea of subsistence as quoted,
 
“He that is nourished by the acorns he picked up under an oak, or the apples he gathered from the trees in the wood, has certainly appropriated them to himself. No body can deny but the nourishment is his. I ask then, when did they begin to be his? when he digested? or when he eat? or when he boiled? or when he brought them home? or when he picked them up? and it is plain, if the first gathering made them not his, nothing else could.”
 

    The example of subsistence is chosen to illustrate private property as all people can relate to the need of subsistence to survive. It is the labor used to gather subsistence which Locke determines is the means to separate the property of an individual from that of the commons. Locke also implies that there are limits to private property. Property should not go to waste or spoilage as God’s intention was not to waste his creation, but rather to enjoy it. Waste is in essence almost worse than the lack of labor in the first place, for it is labor which has been cast away.
    Locke also suggests that labor increases the value that of which is given to us by God. Private property is the individuals means to value of labor. A right to private property allows the individual to give himself the opportunity to achieve a level of satisfaction separate from the rest of the populace, while at the same time providing a check upon the amount of property a man could indulge without it going to waste. A conclusion to Locke’s argument as he states, “what portion a man carved to himself, was easily seen; and it was useless, as well as dishonest, to carve himself too much, or take more than he needed”.

Adam Smith - The Division of Labour
    Adam Smith and his amalgamation of mercantile prospects and the improvement of labor and society,as to coincide with the separation of governmental control from those of the economy, make up the basis for the division of labor. Smith understands the the processes of labor as an accumulation of smaller tasks performed by specialized workers, even simple items such as a shirt or a pin go through numerous phases of production, passing through many hands. Individuals through the specialization of labour and the ability to trade that labour (earnings or products), provide themselves with the capacity to improve their place in society. The division of labour provides a relative level of opportunity to exceed a standard of living previously unattainable by the common peasant, as seen by Smith, “the accommodation of a European prince does not always so much exceed that of an industrious and frugal peasant as the accommodation of the latter exceeds that of many an African king, the absolute master of the lives and liberties of ten thousand naked savages.”
    The individual is guided by his own self-interests where labour is certainly provided but to meet the benefits of his own ends. It seems as if the self-interest of improving ones position of wealth can only be obtained through the capacity of the collective to strive for the same goal. Smith describes the benefits of the individual-societal relationship,
 
“Every individual is continually exerting himself to find out the most advantageous employment for whatever capital he can command. It is his own advantage, indeed, and not that of the society, which he has in view. But the study of his own advantage naturally, or rather necessarily, leads him to prefer that employment which is most advantageous to the society.... “.

    Smith describes the state as having useless and harmful laws regarding the import or foreign products rather than producing such products within the state. The idea of creating a product at a higher cost than which can be purchased elsewhere does only harm to the wealth of a nation. This leads Smith to “laisser faire” economics, where the individuals idea of value will decide the market prices rather than rules imposed by the state. The purpose of the state is to provide three things according to Smith: 1. protection from violence and other states, 2. the protection of all individuals from injustice through the institute of law, 3. establishing public works funded by the whole of society rather than few individuals who may not benefit as such. The three points which are laid out by Smith provide the government with a purpose while allowing the economic system to govern itself through the self-interest of the individual.

Raymond Williams - The “Individual”, “Society” and “Class”
    Williams discusses the how the individual has related to society throughout history as seen by other philosophers. Though Williams comments on many philosophers, it is his marxist perspective which will be examined in regards to the individual, society and class. Williams argues that within modern industrialized society there is a distinction between the individual and the society which can be felt. There is no doubt that our individual goals and perceptions of the world are much different than those of the society as a whole. Williams describes society as cold, harsh and meaningless compared to the warmth of our individual homes and families, exemplifying a marxist perspective of the divide between community and the alienation of society towards the individual.
    “Class” is described by Williams as a middle term used to define the area between the individual and the society. A ‘class’ is a separate social entity than that of the community and is not an association through social bonds but rather, is an abstract distinction within society as Williams describes in the following,
 
“Marx argued that by their common membership of a particular class, men will think and act in certain common ways even though they do not belong to the same actual communities, and that the processes of 'society' are in fact best understood in terms of the interaction of these classes.”

    ‘The individual’ and ‘society’ are now abutted by ‘class’ as a means of society to organize individuals into separate organizations without the need for physical relationships with one-another. Williams holds the nineteenth century introduction of ‘class ‘ as a distinguishing factor between previous thought and organization of ‘the individual’ and ‘society’, and the thoughts of those to whom persist.

Comparison of Locke, Smith and Williams: Perception of the ‘Individual’ and ‘collective’
    The relationship between ‘the individual’ and ‘collective’ has changed over time through the thoughts and ideas of social philosophers and reflect the social and economic circumstances of the time to which they were conceived. Each of Locke, Smith and Williams comments seem to build upon each other, expanding but also contributing their own relationships as they see the individuals purpose in the society.
    Locke places the relationship of the individual on private property as a means to labour. This relationship or private property and labour allow the individual to distinguish his fruits of labour from that of the collective, separate from those of the commons. The individual is gaining his individuality from the rest of the collective through private property.
    Smith continues on the idea of individuality as a means to benefit the whole of the collective. Through the division of labour, Smith provides an economic environment free of governmental control to which the individual is free to increase his wealth and position in society. As the individual is given the ability to determine what market prices are fair, the market is naturally augmented to suit the maximum profit as this is what the individual strives for in order to benefit his position. The function of the market is based on the transactions of the individual while free from governmental control, in turn the freedom of the individual to choose what is best for himself within the market benefits the collective as a whole.
    Williams expresses a marxist perspective which differs in terms of ‘the individual’ and ‘the collective’’ from those of Locke and Smith. Williams discusses the increased separation of the individual from the collective in an industrialized society. The transformation from individuality to the generic faceless concept of the ‘class’ within a collective has separated the individual and collective thought into two separate perspectives which exist at the same time.
    The individual has gone from insignificant to a master of his own fate within the collective through Locke and Smith and back into the realm of insignificance in the lime light of a marxist perspective. Though Locke, Smith and Williams have based their view of the individuals relationship differently to each other, they are all based on the economic status of the individual and the common need to collectively work towards bettering our individual existence.

Conclusion
    John Locke, Adam Smith and Raymond Williams have produced three instances of the individual and his relationship to the collective through the social philosophies produced during their experiences of their life times. Each instance reflects an economic construct to which they have based their ideas. Though the collective guides the lives of the individual, it is the labour of the individual which benefits the collective.
 

Published On: 12/7/2006
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My Blog: Life
By: goodgirl13


ha, it's been a while since i've actually written a good thoughtful blog, and i figured i needed a new one soon, but that's not why i'm really writing.  there's a bit more to it than that, so deal with the possibly sentimental nature, or go smoke yourself silly, since i know a few of you will anyways.
 
Life, it kinda sucks don't you think?  Then again, it's also this vitally amazing thing to deal with.  And i say deal with because that's what we do, that's all we do.  We deal with life.  We make deals, take risks, ignore compromises.  It's like a giant stock on the Wall Street market that could plumit at random and sore to new heights at the drop of a hat.  It's not like we can ignore this, if we do we aren't living or survivng or really existing.  Life's a freight train, it'll hit you hard.  Reality, retrospect, as a whole, in the greater picture...it's life.  This big obnoxious thing that sucks so much yet brings us to our knees in awe over and over again.  And maybe its more heartache than joy for some, or vice versa for others but that's what it is.  You can't get around it. Ha, and god damn whatever hollywood sleeze bag who signed the contract for the movie who's key line was "life's not fair" because as cliche as it is, it's true.  Why am I telling you something you already know?  Just wasting time i suppose.  And then there's time, which for many equals life.  Life is time, time is money, life is money.  See why geometry is so f*cking useless, that whole transitional property of equality theory? Totally proved wrong right there.  But back to the key points and not my pathetic math skills.  Life is a time bomb of which most don't know the detanation time.  For the few who do, life's so much more than this obnoxious thing. (damn you kyle for breaking my concentration with your milk math hoo-ha on msn!) It's precious for them, and also so much more frustrating for they know what's coming and when it's coming.  I suppose we all know what's coming, we just live in denial about it.  Those who don't have that luxury, they're the people who really live life.  they might still be in denial but i think they accept it, and if they don't, they don't reject it like the rest.  they still want what lies ahead, what there is for all to have, as they should, for the moment they give up, the moment they accept and surrender, is the moment what little is left for them is no longer worth anything.   worth, deal, stocks...damn it, money!  Okay, not that i'm stickign up for geometry or anything here but maybe they did have something right.  NO! NO they didn't.  Wrong wrong wrong!  Want and Ignorance, the plagues and cons of man, true they're the evil beneath the skin, but is it always so bad?  To want a good home, a good life, a spouse, children?  Is it so bad to be ignorant of the true problems if all they'll do is ruin what little time they have for you on earth?  I mean, tupid as it sounds, why would you embrace the emindent demise when you still had a span before you left to live.  Accept it sure, but chose to bring it on sooner because you know its coming in the long run?  Damn it, it's coming for all of us eventually, unless your robin williams, but like i said earlier, god damn hollywood sleeze bags... So those were my discombobulated thoughts on a matter i myself don't even understand.  tune in next week for our discussion on quantum physics, i'm sure that'll be just as comprehendable.
 
and for all of those wo stuck with me til the very end, a little treat for you:
 
The seventeenth-century Hungarian lesbian Countess Elizabeth de B'athory scorned the more traditional moisturizers and anti-wrinkle creams, preferring to bate in warm virgins blood.  To maintain a regular supply she slaughtered more that 650 girls.
 
Source:
Shaw, Karl.The Giant Bathroom Reader. Magpie Books. London UK. 2006


Published On: 11/23/2006
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For those of you who have been following my blog, you might remember that a while back myself and a buddy were mistaken, by some acquaintances, as being a gay couple (See “Why the Fonz Rides a Motorbike”). This prompted me to stop being lazy and set my mind to finding a girlfriend (paraphrasing Tolstoï to boot). Similarly, my buddy Gurbir (who was also wrapped up in this whole “are those dudes dating” fiasco), set out to find himself a lady friend. This was not directly a result of said fiasco however; he had a few nibbles at a singles mixer we had previously attended.

If you recall, this singles mixer was full of cougars (there were non-cougars there as well, but when they are bat-shi*t insane, the cougars are more entertaining -- see “Cougar Hunting for the Criminally Insane”). In order to deal with these predators, much beer was consumed by me. Which leads to my first meeting of Gurbir's current girlfriend. I don't remember actually meeting her that night (although she did look familiar the next time I did), but apparently in my drunken, stumbly stupor, brief introductions had been made.

A few weeks went by, things between Gurbir and his new dame were moving along quite well. He decided that he should invite her out to one of our weekly Tuesday appy night outings. He felt the need however, to warn her about what may potentially come out of my mouth and not to take anything I say too seriously. This is probably wise as many find my humour somewhat offensive. Well prepared for the worst, Gurbir's new lady friend seemed to be very cool and reasonably tolerant of my jokes. She even commented that my humour was in fact not overly offensive despite the fact that Gurbir had tagged me as the ISO standard for offensiveness.  Swell, I'm now a metric.

The ISO is an international standards body that overseas standard measurement units. To understand what it means to be the ISO standard of offensiveness, one needs to be introduced to the concept of applied commentary. An applied commentary is either an insult or a complement which has a degree of offensiveness measured in Juniors (J). The following is an overview of Junior's three laws of offensiveness and how they apply to the standard measure of one's vexation.

 


The three laws of Offensiveness

Junior's First Law of Offensiveness:

  1. Every entity in a state of uniform vexation tends to remain in that state of vexation unless an external commentary is directed to it.

This is analogous to Galileo's concept of inertia which is often termed simply “The Law of Inertia”.

Junior's Second Law of Offensiveness:

  1. The relationship between an entity's indifference i, it's level of disgust o, and the applied commentary C is C = io. Applied commentary and disgust are vectors (as indicated by their symbols being displayed in slant bold font); in this law the direction of the commentary vector ranges from revolt to delight and is the same as the direction of the disgust vector.

This is the most powerful of Junior's three Laws, because it allows quantitative calculations of dynamics: how do revolt and delight change when commentary are applied. Notice the fundamental difference between Junior's 2nd law and the dynamics of Aristotle: An applied commentary, or insult, causes only a change in level of offence (a degree of offensiveness); it does not maintain its vexatious properties as Aristotle held for velocity.

This is analogous to the difference between Newton's second law and Aristotle's law of inertia. Under Newton, F = ma, but under Aristotle F = mv, where v is the velocity. Thus according to Aristotle there is only a velocity if there is a force, but according to Newton, an object with a certain velocity maintains that velocity unless a force acts on it to cause an acceleration (that is, a change in velocity). Similarly, under Junior's Law, an entity with a certain level of vexation maintains that level of vexation unless an applied commentary acts on it to cause revolt or delight. Applied commentary can be either introspective or external. Introspective commentary is the reason why it can be observed that time heals all wounds; introspective delight is an applied commentary which affects changes in disgust. Introspective revolt is self destructive and stupid.

Junior's Third Law of Offensiveness:

  1. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.

This law is exemplified by what happens if we tell a guy his girlfriend is fat. Physical or verbal application of resulting commentary will be proportionate to the degree of offensiveness of the original insult. (Note: This type of behaviour is not condoned by the author of this blog unless the result is humorous or amusing).

That pretty much summarizes the concept of the J units for measuring offensiveness. Here are a few conclusions and observations about Junior's Laws themselves and the method that was followed to elucidate them:

  • Sobriety directly affects one's indifference. The drunker the guy, the less fat his girlfriend should be, 'nuff said.

  • In general, my friends have a very high level of indifference, otherwise they don't remain my friends for very long.

  • Further research should be conducted on the implications of Junior's three laws of offensiveness on the phenomena known as “the awesomeness factor”.

  • Becoming the ISO standard of offensiveness is both flattering and vexing and is a potential obstacle in actually finding a girlfriend.

If you found any of this at all enlightening, or useful, you may want to consider lowering your threshold for indifference. Since becoming the ISO standard for offensiveness, I've had to do just that and reconsider some of the vile things that come out of my mouth. The whole experience has been positive however; since this change in attitude, I've started dating a girl who hasn't run out on me after one or two dates. So until the next instalment of the Daily Barns, think positive thoughts that your favourite retard will rise above and strengthen his inter-personal relationships. Until then, pray for snow.

Keep Shreddin' the GNAR!

J.






Published On: 11/2/2006
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Currently we are in the process of getting some early season jibbing done throughout this current cold snap. there will be more updates, photos, videos and other random clips of useless information updated onto this website about our seasons throughout the year.
 
www.street-riot.com/snow  click on video at the top for video of last weekends ski and snowboard show rail jammer.


Published On: 11/1/2006
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Looking for a new riding jacket. Bought a cheaper burton last year and it's just about worn out with all my riding last season. Hoping to find something hi/lo: high quality, but low budget. Someone online is sure to have something inexpensive...
 
Also looking for a new board. At some point last year, I graduated from wanting my current too-small Ride HC157 (quite the relic, but still a good board) to wanting some extra speed, and better pop and maneuverability. These will come with a quality mid-range board that is rated for my weight and height. Being 230lbs and 6 ft tall, I probably need another 2 cm for east coast riding and another 5 cm for midwest powder. I have the worst time with board chatter right now bc I'm over the weight rating for my Ride. It was good when I was a bunny-sloper. Looking around for something budget-worthy, even from last season, as long as it's still a good quality board.
 
I've got my SP3s, but hoping for some SPXs at some point. never found better bindings than salomon makes, but I haven't tried every manufacturer. For now, the bindings are a-ok.
 
Got DC Judge boots last year, but I'm kinda disappointed. The air bladder does not hold my ankle as well, I think. Never had a reason so use the heater insoles bc I wear good socks, so that's useless to me. And the boa lacing system does not stay cinched, nor does it hold my feet well enough. I may have even bought a half size larger than I needed. These $250 boots, sadly, do not really meet my needs. And they make my feet hurt to top it all off. I think I'll look at Thirty-Two's this year and see if I can find something that will work for me.
 
Ski pants are plain old whatever, but they work. Not buying new ones for this season.
 
 
 


Published On: 10/9/2006
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Memories.Of.What.Used.To.Be:

I wonder if he remembers me

Or if I'm just a memory

I wonder if he thinks of us

Or if he finds it useless

I wonder how things would be

If he had never left me

I wonder how he is

And if I'm still a love of his

I think about him everyday

And wonder if he's okay

I think about how happy we were

And the memories make the tears stir

I think about the plans we made

While we were laying in the shade

I think about all we said

And the lives we lead

To not know

Where to go

To not know where to find

A place where he may hide

To not be able to see his face

Puts my heart so out of place

To not know when he's near

Is my greatest fear

There's so much in my head

That I wish I'd said

There's so many missed kisses

For my unanswered wishes

There's only so many ways

For me to make it through the days

There's so little light

In my heart tonight

What would I say

If given a day

What would happen

If I could have him

What joy it would bring

To hear him sing

What would I feel

If he were here for real

I miss him each day

That he is away

I miss him looking out for me

The way it used to be

I miss his love

That protected me like a glove

I miss him

So much it's made my heart dim

I wonder if he still cares

That's a question that tears

I wonder what he's like

If he'd tell me to take a hike

I wonder if he fears

That I don't hold him dear

But most of all

I wonder if he still loves me

Or if I'm just a memory

Of what used to be

******************************************************

 

Rember.When:

Remember when we were so in LOVE?
I do, because you were the one I could trust.

Remember when you would hold me tight?
I do, I didn't want you to let go I wanted it to last all night.

Remember when we use to argue about the stupidest things?
I do, because when you got mad it was the cutest thing!

Remember when our love was so strong?
I do, because i thought nothing could go wrong.

Remember when you said you loved me?
I do, I had a great feeling come to me.

Remember when you said you wouldn't lie?
I do, because when i found out all i did was cry.

Remember when you broke my heart?
I do, because you tore my world apart

Remember when you said if we break-up we can still be friends?
I tried but you thought i wanted you back so we had to end.

I took you for granted, I thought I had you,
But I didn't instead I ended up loosing you.

You treated me wrong after we broke-up,
How could you?, all i ever wanted to do was make up.

This is the last time you'll hear from me,
Well, unless you be a man and apologize so we can agree.

Life's too short we live what we can,
Just remember call me if you need a hand.

 

*******************************************************

 

 

Forget.That.You.Met.Me

Why can't I forget you?
Why can't I get you out of my head?
Why can't I stop crying?
Why do I feel dead?
When we were together
I felt so alive,
and now I don't even know
if I can survive.
I know you've moved on,
because we haven't talked in a while,
but I wont let you see me cry
I'll just put on a fake smile.
Just answer me this,
did you really love me?
Never mind I don't care,
just forget that you met me!



Published On: 9/17/2006
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Gonzo Photo: 09/07/06
By: gtphoto



Rider: Ingmar Brink

While still on my rampant investigation on how to aquire the wonderful thing called "internet" in my home, I found myself poaching at my new school.  While poaching, I came to realize how useless I am at life without the internet.  I seriuosly have no idea how to get a map of a place or anything.  So my stay in Victoria has been quite the mind boggling experience.
I was supposed to go surfing next weekend but I quickly came to realize how much shi*t I really have to buy.  100 rolls of this, 100 rolls of that; I am begining to really miss my digi.  Oh ya, this brings me to my next point.  From now until December, I am not going to pick up my digi SLR.  Yup, you read it right.  100% film BITCHES!
Oh ya, go check out the new snowboard.com magazine.  It's pimp shi*t folks.  I have 4 shots and a mini article in there.  Lets see who can find all 4.  The 4th one is tricky.  I'll buy you a beer if you can be the first to find it, maybe.  Shapiro, you don't count.


Published On: 9/7/2006
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You've decided to do it. Life is impossible. Suicide is your way out. Fine -- but before you kill yourself, consider these facts:

Suicide is not usually successful.

You know a guaranteed way?
 
Ask the 25yr old who tried to electrocute himself. He lived. But, both of his arms are gone.
What about jumping? Ask John. He used to be intelligent, with an engaging sence of humor. That was before he lept from a building. Now, he's brain damaged and will always need care. He staggers and has seizures. He lives in a fog. But, worst of all, he knows he used to be normal.
What about pills? Ask the 12yr old with extensice liver damage from an overdose. Have you ever seen anyone die of liver damage? You turn yellow. It's a hard way to go.
What about a gun? Ask the 24yd old who shot himself in the head. Now he drags one leg, has a useless arm and has no vision or hearing on one side. He lived through his "foolproof" suicide.

You might too. But .. who will clean your blood off the carpet or scrape your brains from the ceiling? Commercial cleaning companies may refuse the job -- but someone has to do it. Who will cut you down from where you hung yourself, or identify your bloated body after you've drowned? Your father? Your mother? Your sister or brother? The carefully worded "loving" suicide note is of no help. Those who loved you will never completely recover. They'll feel regret and an unending pain.

Suicide is contagious. Look around your family. You do have other choices. There are people you can help you through this crisis. Call a hotline. Call a friend. Call a doctor or hospital. Call the police. They will tell you there's hope. Maybe in a phone call this weekend. But what you're seeking could be just a minute, a month, or a day away.
You say you don't want to be stopped? Still want to do it? Well, then, I may see you in the psychiatric ward later. And we'll work with whatever you have left.

If you are reading this, steal it and put it in your site too. If you're seriously considering this permanent solution to a temporary problem, please find help. This isn't the way to go, you may think that everyone would just be better off without you, but have you ever seen a family who has lost a loved one to suicide? They're messed up, the parents usually get divorced, the siblings never talk to each other. This not only ends your life, it changes the lives of others around you, but not in a good way. There are people who love you, and people who have been through the same things as you, even though it may not seem like it at times. So please, seek help.


I hope you have realized Suicide's not the way out. there are so many other safer ways of dealing with your problems. Maybe you think it's easier to just die. But think of what you are giving up. you're leaving your family, friends, and all the people who care about you and love you. And maybe you're not even that old yet, you have to experience life, find true love, that kind of stuff. Killing yourself isn't going to help. That's just running away from your problems, it's not solving anything, it's not making it better.

I know i can't convince you to not commit suicide, but just please think about everything a little before you do anything.

There's always someone who will be there for you to talk things through even if it seems like no one is there for you. Everything will get better, and it will be okay.

So whenever you are going to pick up that knife, or razor, just think about all the people you are leaving behind, all the memories, and all the good times.

I guess sometimes everybody feels like they want to die at least once in their life. And you think there is no other way, just read this over and i hope you'll think differently.


Published On: 8/31/2006
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