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Life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594179547564920270.post-5554125880252666459</id><published>2007-05-09T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:45:35.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random L.A. 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RkHROSwzlsI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FP36ORrNE1k/s200/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594179547564920270-5554125880252666459?l=dscb07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/5554125880252666459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/5554125880252666459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-la-picsi-will-have-more-posted.html' title='Random L.A. Pics....I Will Have More Posted/ Explained Soon'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RkHZEywzmVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/A5pgApM5Jmc/s72-c/103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594179547564920270.post-4573273502802011246</id><published>2007-04-16T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:45:35.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Night Boredum.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RiQww71aBuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UqMy6T1Ly6Y/s1600-h/modipod.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054218299070088930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RiQww71aBuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UqMy6T1Ly6Y/s320/modipod.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So plans fell through tonight.....I hate when that happens...I hate that I haven't been keeping up with my blog. Well I'm writing now when I should probably be writing routines for my client’s tomorrow morning but never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what do I write about? I'm listening to city &amp;amp; colour so let’s write about music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how music plays such a huge part of people and their everyday life. I think one of the hardest questions you can ask someone is "So, what kind of music do you listen to?" I think a better question is "So, What’s kind of music don't you like?" I really believe that if you love "music" then you can listen to anything and enjoy it on a certain level. I myself listen to everything from The Beatles to Afroman, Frank Sinatra to Testito. I don't think you should be ashamed of liking music that isn't necessarily popular or enjoyed by most people. I'm pretty that how trends start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music seems to change people. Their attitude, the way they dress, their beliefs, they way they choose to live their life. Music is the ultimate media advertisement really, if you consider that most commercial come with a song, TV shows have a song (the OC song to name one), the radio, and clothing are aimed to provoke people to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music reminds of us the past, whether it was a song you listened to with your buddies from High School, an old girlfriend, a wedding, just a small moment in time when you happen to be listen to a song off your ipod, music is able to take you back to a point in time and your able to relive that experience again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music can give you strength and hope that something better will come around, or it will depress you and make you wish you weren’t alive anymore. It will get you motivated for something important, it will give you the courage to stand up to something and say FUCK OF! It can help us through the tough times or prolong the good ones. Music is a voice for all those can't express themselves through regular conversation or actions. To me it one of the only pure forms or individuality and freedom of expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever watched the movie "The Shawshank Redemption" Andy (played by Tim Robbins) gets locked in the "hole" for a week. The hole being this little cellar with no light and no time to go outside for a walk. When Andy is free he says it was the easiest time he has ever done because he had Mozart to listen to. At first his cell mates thought the warden let Andy take a record player with him but Andy replies that the music was in his head. Andy goes on to say that beauty of music is that no matter what they (they being the guards) take from him, his life, his belongings, that they could never take the music away from him because it was inside his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594179547564920270-4573273502802011246?l=dscb07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/4573273502802011246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/4573273502802011246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/2007/04/monday-night-boredum.html' title='Monday Night Boredum.....'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RiQww71aBuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UqMy6T1Ly6Y/s72-c/modipod.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594179547564920270.post-7916558996904554671</id><published>2007-04-06T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:45:36.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Californication</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RhceYmUG7iI/AAAAAAAAAGA/euvbnZ_zp60/s1600-h/guitar1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050538915069881890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RhceYmUG7iI/AAAAAAAAAGA/euvbnZ_zp60/s400/guitar1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Rhcc5GUG7gI/AAAAAAAAAFw/85rnL4De938/s1600-h/Alexisonfire.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RhceQWUG7hI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YUnWTgD6j0A/s1600-h/guitar1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So everything is booked! The flight, camp site, hostel, and rental car...all thats left is to make an antennary as to what my friend Brandon and I will do while we are in L.A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for this trip! I mean I went to Germany on my own during last summer (well I went with a friend from England) anyway that trip was great but other then the flights there and back we didn't plan a fuckin thing! No hotels, no destinations, nothing! We basically just followed England which was fun in the end but when you first arrive in a country that first doesn't use english as thier primary language and second you dont have a clue where you are (oh and it was pooring rain our first day) then things can get alittle stressful. I will however really recommend a trip like that! As much as it was unorganized, it was still really exciting having to find places to sleep, eat and even figuring out the transit system just because you never really knew what was going to happen next. You meet people, find out information and eventually everything works out! ...well you hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what to do in L.A.....I guess you have to see the Hollywood sign and the Walk of Fame. As much as it sounds corny I am still looking forward to being a tourist. I also plan on getting Jay Leno tickets which are free, going to Venice and Laguna beach! not to mention checking out Santa Monica! I dunno I really want to make each day worth while as we are only there for 6 days! So I guess an Antennary is in order!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why am I going to California! Well Brandon and I are going to probably the biggest 3 day music festival in the world &lt;a href="http://www.coachella.com"&gt;www.coachella.com&lt;/a&gt;  We could only get tickets for Saterday meaning we get to see The Red Hot Chili Peppers! and Testito! So hopfully when Testito comes on I'll be high on drugs. That sounds sad but I think it would make for a great experince during all that crazy dance music! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its funny but since I booked the tickets to Cali...I find I am picking out songs on the radio that have or are about California! It must be a great place! Long Beach WOOT WOOT....lol my sad atempt to use a Dr. Dre song as an example!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I can see it now, all pimped put in my sexy accent (car) driving down the pacific coast, on my way to Mexico! which is also what I plan to do. I can't believe I've never been! but it should be a blast even if we can only go for a day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I should tell my mum soon....I'm kinda iffy to tell her because I'm always going on about how poor I am yet me and Brandon will have spent over 1000$ on this trip....Oh and we fly back on my birthday! May 1st! so I'm not sure how I'm gonna explain that...I guess I'll just tell my mum tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other then that I'm now the proud owner of a Master Card! with a 3500$ limit.......I'm not sure how I feel about this but in regards to my trip I'm glade I have it just incase I get in a tight spot. The one thing I've realized about credit cards and call me stupid but I've become so dependent on my Visa that I think that money is actually mine. Well I mean if I paid off my Visa and Visa called me to say that they are ending my lets say "membership" then what could I do? I mean its thier money that I have borrowed! I know this might sound silly to all your credit card pros but I've only had my Visa for less then a year so this money thing is still new to me HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well finally I feel very professional because I soon will be receiving my very first piece of art work! One of my clients (Shannon) said I could have it because I was bugging him months ago for it! I think its cool and for me the painting represent a dark sad person or feeling but underneath all this pain and suffering is a heart that is egar to shin through. Shannon if your reading this don't laugh. Anyway here it is, its the one on the left and I stole this picture for Shannons Blog which is &lt;a href="http://www.zentastic.com"&gt;www.zentastic.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RhccAmUG7eI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4dG2RMLZ7Z0/s1600-h/MY+PAINT.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RhccAmUG7eI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4dG2RMLZ7Z0/s1600-h/MY+PAINT.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050536518478130674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RhccNGUG7fI/AAAAAAAAAFo/cCnnVm01jIc/s400/MY+PAINT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RhccAmUG7eI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4dG2RMLZ7Z0/s1600-h/MY+PAINT.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594179547564920270-7916558996904554671?l=dscb07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/7916558996904554671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/7916558996904554671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/2007/04/californication.html' title='Californication'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RhceYmUG7iI/AAAAAAAAAGA/euvbnZ_zp60/s72-c/guitar1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594179547564920270.post-5380670411611682995</id><published>2007-03-27T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:45:42.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In High Park!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a nice day! The sun is out and everyones seems happy to be outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things have really been turning for me since moving to the High Park area! I also feel more alive and optimistic about things ahead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been talking to one of the yoga instructors I train and she was talking to me about thinking positively and having a happy lookout towards life in general. By doing this she also said that good things will happen to you but if your negitive about things and also look to the down side first then bad luck will follow. Now I guess this depends on what you believe really. Do you believe in fate? Is everything already planned for us? or is it just dumb luck? whos knows...I believe that everything happends for a reason! There must be a reason why I know the people I do? There must be a reason why I got this place I live in because its just to good to be true. I mean its nothing specail or anything but compared to my other place it's great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant stress this enough but I'm so happy to be living in High Park! I went for a walk today through the park. The air feels so clean and deeper you got into the park the more it feels like I dont live in a city which sometimes is a good feeling. I'm looking forward to riding my bike through the trails! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My roommates are great! Holly and Lauren! We all watched TV together lasted night and had a good laugh which was refreshing because thats something I never did at my old place with my old roommates! I didn't even care to tell them I was moving out this past Sat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I've promised myself that I would starting writing my blog atleast 2-3 times a week. I enjoy it and even if no one reads it lol I dont care, it's a nice hobby and I like taking pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some I took at High Park.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046669736311528754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RglfYwOQHTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4GK1xl1TiHY/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Where I live. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046670075613945154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RglfsgOQHUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4tpuMEvoKEY/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Can you guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046670608189889874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RglgLgOQHVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jMMgkkxtyzY/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just hanging out by the Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046670857297993058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RglgaAOQHWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nKZO5eRZR78/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bloor St. West....I barely know you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594179547564920270-5380670411611682995?l=dscb07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/5380670411611682995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/5380670411611682995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-in-high-park.html' title='A Day In High Park!!'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RglfYwOQHTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4GK1xl1TiHY/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594179547564920270.post-7807144890564407989</id><published>2007-03-19T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:45:43.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Chapter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Rf7nPr-FONI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nrZuhB4XHSI/s1600-h/rudolph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043722889388701906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Rf7nPr-FONI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nrZuhB4XHSI/s320/rudolph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I did it! I "landed" the High Park place I was wanting to rent!!! YA ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so stressy this past weekend because for me it was like a make or break weekend. Either I got the place I wanted (High Park) or I got my back up plan (Dundas and Bathurst). My back up plan would of been ok but the area sucked, plus when you compare it to having the master bedroom and own bathroom like my first choice does its hard not to feel down about moving to plan "B". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was told I would find out sometime on the weekend as to the decision to whether or not I got the place at High Park. So saturday rolls around no call....Sunday rolls around and by 12 still no call. By this time I'm pretty moody because all I can think of is this place and how much better this place will make my life and by 2 pm I still hadn't gotten a call so I was starting to get the feeling I didn't get it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how some people are like "OH, dont worry I'll you and let you know what my decision is" but they never call, giving you the sign that you didn't get it. Well I was getting that feeling but decided to say fuck it, I'll call them. It's funny how nervous I was, I was taking deep breaths and planning what I would say when Holly picked up the phone. This was one of those phone calls where you kinda hope no one answers so that the asnwer machine picks up. Well no one answered and I did get to leave a message. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I finally got a call back around 5pm (So you can imagine by 5 pm on a sunday and you still haven't got a call, I was pretty stressed. Where am I gonna live? I dont wanna live at plan B, Should I live with friends for a month, what do I do with my stuff?) Holly started talking to me and asking how my St. Patricks day went and it was then that I knew I got the place because you dont make conversation with someone when you about to drop them bad news...or do you? I wouldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I can picture it now! Pinics at the park, long bike rides, playing soccer and tennis, swimming in the pool, going to nice resturants on Bloor West, walking to work, and just generally having more fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part about this place is the rent. Its only 470! I was shocked! I thought they were joking. I get my own ensuite bathroom, the largest room out of the 3, cable in my room, and just some other nice things like dishwasher, roommates my age (girls), storage space, a large closet, and well finally a place I can have people over to solcailize with! Which reminds me, I think I will be having a house warming party not this weekend but next!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I new chapter in my life begins! I hope that this one will be a good one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594179547564920270-7807144890564407989?l=dscb07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/7807144890564407989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/7807144890564407989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-chapter.html' title='A New Chapter!'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Rf7nPr-FONI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nrZuhB4XHSI/s72-c/rudolph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594179547564920270.post-5678014103191530822</id><published>2007-03-13T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T15:49:07.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Golden Sun!</title><content type='html'>Man what a crazy nice day outside! I would of worn shorts and a T on a day like this! well maybe not but it was pretty warm! I think people act different when spring starts to come...The laundrette was packed today??? I guess people want to get things done and take advantage of the nice weather. I have to admit I was in an outgoing mood today. I did my laundry, went grocery shopping, cleaned my house, sent out several emails, continued searching for places to live via internet and I dunno I feel so fresh and so clean!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's start ranting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know! How about the crazy amount of shit holes I've been seeing while looking for a place to live...I mean people will rent anything that has a few walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that craigslist.com is probably the best and worst place to look for shared renting. On one hand its free which really helps because people save money and you get to see a great amount of places availible. Plus its updated every 15 minutes so you know how old an ad is unlike some renting websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing about it is you have no real idea if the place meets any type of standard in regards to safety/ living. Ya I guess you could say some ads have pictures posted but seriously its not hard to make something shit, look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good example of this was this place I went to see this past weekend. The ad made it sound really good as it was a room for rent in a brand new town house. The pictures made the place out to be very modern and updated looking and it came with plenty of new appliances! So I went to the viewing time and by the way I really think that having a viewing time is dumb. I know, I know, it saves time but come on think of the people that are going to see the place. If its a great place there are going to be a few people waiting around and how wierd feeling is that. Like I'd have to stand beside someone that wants the place just as badly as I do. Deep down I would be thinking you cunt, your ugly and you dont need this place as bad as I do. Anyway. To sum this story up not only was the room for rent small but it wasnt even a fucking room. It was like a quater of a living room with no door, right infront of the bathroom? Oh it had a free standing divider to give you some privacy but you could still see directly into the room from the bathroom. Whats get me is how the lady made it sound so great and actually said "I'm only going to rent if for 500 because there's no door" What a greedy mother fucker, I can't believe she think its worth that. I just said thanks but its not what I'm looking for.....some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if you going to be renting a room out you should follow a few rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Clean the fucking place! I mean some of the places I saw with dirty dishes piling up and gross bathrooms were digusting...how serious can you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Be polite! I mean your trying to sell a room to someone!! One person I talked to were like "so you gonna take it or what cuz I'm pretty busy and need to get this shit over with" Ya thanks buddy??? I'll you when I turn crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Be Honest! There's nothing worse then someone that lies through thier teeth. Dont talk about how great a place is when you yourself wouldn't want your own mother to live there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The Cost of Rent-I know living in Toronto is expensive but think about how much your asking for? Word to the wise, always ask if the rent is negotiable! Plenty of times roommates will up the price of the room being rented so they can pay less...I mean if you can get away with it why not. There are so many over priced, shity places out there and sometimes I wonder if people really think they will really find someone dumb enough to say yes....but I guess they must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm waiting to hear back from the sweetest place across the street from High Park.&lt;br /&gt;Its absoluty the greatest place for me. Rent is cheap, come with my own bathroom, I have the largest room, dish washer, internet, cable, its fairly new, and I dunno its just a pretty fucking sweet pad! So fingers crossed that I get this place because I'm starting to get a little stressed with all the crapy places I've seen lately!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594179547564920270-5678014103191530822?l=dscb07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/5678014103191530822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/5678014103191530822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/2007/03/mr-golden-sun.html' title='Mr. Golden Sun!'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594179547564920270.post-1361958566116780950</id><published>2007-03-08T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:45:43.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Man's Best Friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;************ Dedicated to my dogs Jack &amp; Ben*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saira, a client of mine at the gym came into train with me tonight. She was a little bit late and I usually bug her about being late when I see her as a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Saira if your reading this I'm always joking about you being late, you always have a good reason but in all honesty if you were 20 mins late I wouldnt care and would probably train your 20 mins later if I could.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya Saira ca&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RfDVLL-FOLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/39D_PkfdJGI/s1600-h/knighlty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039762371196041394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RfDVLL-FOLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/39D_PkfdJGI/s200/knighlty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me in upset and because she had a busy/ stressful day, so I kinda felt bad for bugging her for being late. I knew this already but it wasn;t 100% for sure what was going to happen but Saira's dog has cancer and she found out tonight before the gym that he wasn't going to beat it. She started crying at the gym and I really felt like and ass. I told her that she should go home and be with her dog and that I wouldnt charge her for the session, I mean if I did I would hope someone would call me an asshole. So Saira just remember what I said, be happy that you know your dog had such a good life and was lucky to have you as a mum because many dogs aren’t so lucky and I'm sure deep down Milo knows this and he love you for being there for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my dog Jack so much! he's defiantly one of my best friends. He's never been mean, angry, hurtful, ungrateful, disrespectful ever! He is always happy to see me no matter what time of day or what I've done wrong! He knows all my secrets and has never told anyone or judges me for them. All he asks is to be feed, walked, and loved and I think thats a pretty sweet deal considering all the things he gives me without saying a word. Dogs are there for you when you need a friend and I don’t care what anyone says but dogs know when you’re upset or happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you could say I'm being (for lack of a better word) retarded but I think you can't &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RfDVd7-FOMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/28EJhVei5Lw/s1600-h/pugger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039762693318588610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RfDVd7-FOMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/28EJhVei5Lw/s200/pugger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;understand what I'm talking about untill you've had a pet you really love. Dogs become a family member. When they are sick you pay the vet to heal them because it hurts you knowing that they are in pain. If they were a son or a daughter you would do the same and feel the same. It just blows my mind when people can have dogs for several years and then just get ride of them because of work or moving. Now I agree that if they dont have enough time for the dog it isn't fair but shame on you for getting a dog in the first place and if the dog with a child could you do the same thing? I think it's cruel to give a dog away especially if its old...I mean your its family the only people in the world that they really know. Could you imagine if your family left you while growing up? It would be horrible and I couldn’t imagine the sadness/ loneliness/ confusion it would bring. So for every dog that gets mistreated or left behind I'd like to punch the past owners as hard as I could so they could feel only a quarter of the pain their pet would. Ok I know that sound corny but you get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I know I didn't mention Ben while talking about Jack but thats because Ben passed away a few years ago. We got him from Golden Retriever Rescue as my mum did some work for them. He was old when we got him, like 10 or something. He had come from a home that didn;t want him anymore because they were too busy with their kids. I mean what fucks...to have a dog till its 10 and give it away. Anyway, I truly believe that Ben was better off with us because it got a great life in return. Lots of toys, walks, food, and endless love. What a great dog to. He wasn;t scared of any dog no matter what size it was. He was our protector and we loved him for it. Jack is a total ditsy dog, I sometimes think he's gay because he is really emotional but I still love him. anyway.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sure I'll have a dog when I'm a bit older and alittle more financially stable. What kind i'm not sure but I do know and this is fact. Golden Retrievers are simply the best dog you can get. Better than any dogs named Tucker or Buckley..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you love dogs I highly recommend www.cuteoverload.com not I know that doesn;t sound very manly but its a good site for animal lovers and I actually found it while on the beastie boys website so there!!!Acutally I didnt find it and ex gf did but still! (Oh click pupps on the right hand side thats the best one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SekIYIe8vCs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SekIYIe8vCs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594179547564920270-1361958566116780950?l=dscb07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/1361958566116780950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/1361958566116780950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/2007/03/mans-best-friend.html' title='A Man&apos;s Best Friend!'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RfDVLL-FOLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/39D_PkfdJGI/s72-c/knighlty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594179547564920270.post-5938564069422595327</id><published>2007-03-06T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:45:43.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No See!</title><content type='html'>So I haven't wrote much for the last few weeks and I'm sorry because I know how my daily readers enjoy hearing me rant ;) I've just been busy I guess, it’s a stressful time for me I guess you could say....So as I eat my chicken noodle soup lets update everyone on the shit happening in me life! (this won’t be an exciting blog but I feel the need to write about stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I finally have a digital camera! Compliments of my great client Shannon! And hey lets use it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Re3V7oYWhVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CI9ExpgcGu0/s1600-h/New+Camera+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038918778526008658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="183" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Re3V7oYWhVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CI9ExpgcGu0/s320/New+Camera+003.JPG" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see my photography skills still need a little work but no worries. It's an older camera but I'm ok with that, plus I'm only ever gonna use for this blog so I don’t think the quality of picture really matters but I guess I should ask Shannon how to work it properly. Oh and I bartered for the camera with Shannon for 2 training sessions which I think is a sweet deal because I enjoy training him so its a deal in my favour really. Thats one of the best things about being personal training, I've made endless connections via my clients. If I need computer work I know who to ask. I've got cheap guitar lessons through PT, I train a chef that said she would teach me how to cook anytime....I think i'll use that offer as a date with a girlfriend. Um what else... I know Garth scored Leafs tickets from a client, Brad got some money I think, OH and if you’re lucky you get a tattoo gift certificate haha! I really enjoy my job, even when I don’t feel like training someone I usually find myself talking to the client and laughing about something. I get along really well with all my clients and I really believe I have great social skills...when it comes to friends/clients that is....with girls I'm fucked...I say this because I train so many different people all with different lives, jobs, background, goals, and somehow I always find a way to become friends with them. I also help my clients outside of training. I got one a job with my gym as the main account. I brought all my clients gifts for xmas and I dunno I guess I haven't done anything to crazy for my clients but I would if the situation every arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well my Tattoo is almost finished!!! YA!! 1200$ bucks later! I'm so proud of my tattoo I almost wish it was visible so others could see it! but then I have to remind myself that I got the tattoo for me....So for your visual pleasure here are the before and after pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Re3cZIYWhWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uaPmzQqyaCI/s1600-h/mytattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038925882401916258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Re3cZIYWhWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uaPmzQqyaCI/s200/mytattoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Re3V7oYWhVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CI9ExpgcGu0/s1600-h/New+Camera+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Re3dBYYWhXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OMdg4Zaus0g/s1600-h/tattoo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038926573891650930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="153" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Re3dBYYWhXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OMdg4Zaus0g/s200/tattoo.bmp" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its cazy comparing the two. When I first got the outlining done I couldn't see how shading could make the tattoo looks better because I thought the tattoo looked great as is. Anyway I still have one last session to go to color in the canons and some small high lights around the helmet! Cant wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE'S A FUNNY STORY!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So of all days I decided to be smart and ride my bike to work and holly fuck was it cold! Like it was soo cold I decided to wear my ski goggles because my eyes were gonna water if i didn’t. So at 6 am I head off to work down college. So as I'm riding all I can think of is how fucking cold it is outside. I mean its fucking freezing. So I decide to be clever and try and push my chin under my scarf to try and cover my face. So here I am head down riding my bike down college when I see something in front me. As I lift my head I realize its a parked car! so all I can think of is " OH SHIT" I have no time to turn out of the way, all I can do it jump off my bike and hope for the best. Pictures this...I jump off my bike while hitting the back bumper of this car, still using my brain I am still holding on to the handles while jumping off my bike, I flip over my bike on to the trunk of the car...landing on my back, then the momentum of my body rolls me off the side of the car to land softly onto a rock hard, icy snow bank...I banged my knee in the process but to embarrassed to sit still I pick my ass up off the ground, look around to see if anyone saw, then book it up college. Great start to the day....my knee is killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well on the plus side I learnt how to play "Heart of Gold" by Niel Young! I'm totally excited! I've actually created music! its crazy lol So what out Marc and Garth so i'll know one song and some chords...... :s One last pic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Re3j_YYWhYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kKtQVIDvFRo/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038934236113307010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Re3j_YYWhYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kKtQVIDvFRo/s200/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well this wasnt my best blog but w.e. I plan on ranting on moving tomorrow and all the shity places i've been looking at so I'm sure that blog will be a bit more interesting. Back to work for me .......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Re3j_YYWhYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kKtQVIDvFRo/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Re3V7oYWhVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CI9ExpgcGu0/s1600-h/New+Camera+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Re3V7oYWhVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CI9ExpgcGu0/s1600-h/New+Camera+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Re3V7oYWhVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CI9ExpgcGu0/s1600-h/New+Camera+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Re3V7oYWhVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CI9ExpgcGu0/s1600-h/New+Camera+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594179547564920270-5938564069422595327?l=dscb07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/5938564069422595327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/5938564069422595327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/2007/03/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long Time No See!'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Re3V7oYWhVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CI9ExpgcGu0/s72-c/New+Camera+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594179547564920270.post-7177104011681770108</id><published>2007-02-26T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:45:44.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/ReNekjZByII/AAAAAAAAAD4/oesrbErl1Fw/s1600-h/True+Romance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035972790398863490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/ReNekjZByII/AAAAAAAAAD4/oesrbErl1Fw/s320/True+Romance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/ReNc1zZByHI/AAAAAAAAADs/oL0DFl57Nck/s1600-h/True+Romance.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is there such a thing? I guess it depends on what your looking for.....your "Type". Either way I know I'm young and that I have years to find the right one but I guess I can't help but look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately my luck with the opposite sex hasn't been the greatest. The funny thing is I can be friendly with any girl and get along with them great (Atleast that what I think, let me know if you think otherwise) and usually I tend to have more friends that are girls then guys. I'd argu that now seeing how I have been hanging out with Brad, Marc, and occasionally Garth (Garth snowboarding sunday?) more. So I dunno if I can be friends with girls why can't I find the right one to date? Maybe I'm being selfish/ picky? I dunno, I figure I dont need to get in a relationship just because, but on the other hand I'm not big on dating...I'd rather have a girlfriend instead. Someone to rely on and support, I find that more meaningful. I think Chris Rock said it best "Even if you find the perfect person it's not gonna be at the perfect time. Your single, they're married. Your straight, they're gay. Your a black women, his a black man.......". There always seems to be something in the way, attitudes, past relationships, distance, interests, religion, age......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My perfect woman would be.....the girl in the movie True Romance. (If you havent seen the movie and want to then I wouldnt read on as I'm basically going to tell the whole story in short)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I know the title sounds like this movie would be all lovie dovie but it's the total opposite. The movie is about this woman (I'll give her the name Mary) that is sent to hang out with this man (She's a call girl) because he is a bit of a loner, nice guy but keeps to him self. He is in the middle of a movie theatre when Mary walks behind him and spills popcorn all over him (on purpose) to start a convosation. Anyway they get talking and at the end of night Mary confesses her love for him even though she was being paid the entire time just to have sex with him. I wish I remembered his name (so I'll call him Joe) but Joe loves her back, the only problem is Mary has a pimp and she cant quit because her pimp is a bad guy and has all her stuff (have I lost you yet?) Anyway He loves her so much that he decides to get her stuff and kill Mary's pimp while he's at it. When he gets back they find out that he grabbed the wrong bag and that they bag he grabed was loaded with cocaine. Ok I'll try to wrap this up. They decide to go to Miami to sell the coc to some big shot producer extremely cheap so they can live off the money and never work again. The cops find out whats happening and decide to wire one of thier friends to bust them during the drug deal. The cops bust in and have a gun fight with the big shot producers mafia. Joe gets shot while mary hides. Near the end of the fight Mary goes to Joe crying because she think he's dead when a cop goes to pull a gun on her, she grabs a gun and kills the cop. Joe wakes up from being unconsciouse, they escape the fight and steal the money from the producer to have a kid and live in peace. The good guys live and the bad guys die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what does this have to do with my perfect girl? Well The girl "Mary" loves "Joe" and believes in him. They have a cause and she will do everything she can to protect and support Joe. Even if it means killing someone. Now I dont want anyone to kill someone for me but I love the fact that she is there to protect her man and believes that in the end they will be living happily ever after. Even if Joe has done many wrongs to reach thier dream like killing her pimp, selling cocaine or whatever, she knows that he is doing it all for her. True Romance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish more woman were like that. Call me old fasfion but I like it when a woman looks up to her man as the provider/ the one that does the dirty work. Sometimes I think woman strive so much for equality between them and thier man that its causes fights. Now please girls take that with a grain of salt, I understand that it cant always be like that and that it isnt always the woman. I'm just trying to say that I feel like most relationships dont work because the couple dont try to work together to reach the ultimate goal (whatever that is), instead they work against eachother because of insecurities or selfishness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well thats my two cents......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594179547564920270-7177104011681770108?l=dscb07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/7177104011681770108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/7177104011681770108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/2007/02/perfect-woman.html' title='The Perfect Woman'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/ReNekjZByII/AAAAAAAAAD4/oesrbErl1Fw/s72-c/True+Romance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594179547564920270.post-6963052818973018773</id><published>2007-02-22T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T18:53:31.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge Judy....Aka Big Fuckin Bitch</title><content type='html'>One thing I absolutely hate watching on TV is court room drama shows. When I watch them I can’t believe people would actually degrade themselves by being on it. I understand that it's TV and there would need to be some drama on the show or else no one would watch but fuck it’s so unprofessional. The Judge isn’t a Judge they're a fucking bully. They make fun of people and put them down and sure some people deserve it but that shouldn’t matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the hillbillies on these shows make me wonder if thy get paid to make up a story and appear on the show like on Jerry Springer??!?!? at least on Jerry you got to see some fake titties, the only thing you see in Judge Judy is her ugly old bitch face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the shows are the same...I mean how could they be different? The Scene: The Judge- Someone that doesn’t listen, good at making people feel shitty and almost impossible to talk to if they aren’t on your side. (Oh and if it’s a man vs. a women and your on Judge Judy your fucked. The women will always win no matter what drug habit or poor life style they have.) The Defendant- Someone that dresses like a cheese ball and is being sued for the dumbest thing and is so stubborn that they really believe they have a case. The plaintiff- A complete fucking idiot. They cant stop putting their hand up for the judges attention (this is usually followed by a bitchy comment from the judge like "put your hand down I don’t want to hear what you have to say" or if they don’t put their hand up and say something out of turn its "YOU ONLY SPEAK WHEN YOU ARE SPOKEN TO!" either way you cant win") and finally they act innocent which kind of pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've finally figure out that if I could fight any celeb right now like seriously beat the living shit out of them it would be Judge Judy! She is such a bitch! Seriously! If you can watch Judge Judy and not think she's the biggest asshole you’ve ever met then you don’t have a soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were ever on the show I would talk back to the bitch! I wouldn’t let her talk to me like I was nothing, fuck her! She doesn’t know me! And if she told me to zip it I'd go crazy. I’d climb over my desk, drop kick the guard, grab her fake old hair and slam her face into her desk and throw hay makers like there were no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here are two clips from youtube I found! The first one is my fav and personally this guy is my hero! I would do the same thing! The second is a Judge Judy one. Now I totally agree on this case the defendant is a totally fucking moron! But.......well just watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5e7WnbB3lU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5e7WnbB3lU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zuP1pXSvNJI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zuP1pXSvNJI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594179547564920270-6963052818973018773?l=dscb07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/6963052818973018773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/6963052818973018773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/2007/02/judge-judyaka-big-fuckin-bitch.html' title='Judge Judy....Aka Big Fuckin Bitch'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594179547564920270.post-1194720635529164709</id><published>2007-02-19T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:45:44.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 85th Grandad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/ReNFtzZByGI/AAAAAAAAADc/t5XUDYHmL-I/s1600-h/Granddad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035945461521959010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/ReNFtzZByGI/AAAAAAAAADc/t5XUDYHmL-I/s320/Granddad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/ReNFkDZByFI/AAAAAAAAADU/q5wIx7jopw4/s1600-h/Granddad.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://by112fd.bay112.hotmail.msn.com/cgi-bin/saferd/RolandWales.JPG?_lang=EN&amp;hm___tg=http%3a%2f%2f64%2e4%2e26%2e250%2fcgi%2dbin%2fgetmsg%2fRolandWales%252eJPG&amp;amp;hm___qs=%26msg%3dEA8BE6EE%2d2594%2d43F9%2d9914%2d7026C37A842A%26start%3d0%26len%3d1849192%26mimepart%3d5%26curmbox%3d00000000%2d0000%2d0000%2d0000%2d000000000001%26b%3d78aa705b900f4b5933fe90ac0df8d469%26disk%3d10%2e1%2e106%2e210_d1390%26login%3ddaniel%252ebaker%26domain%3dhotmail%252ecom%26_lang%3dEN%26country%3dCA&amp;hm___cacheh=1&amp;amp;file=RolandWales%2eJPG&amp;amp;domain=hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is of my granddad in WW2! He is in the front row in the very middle! Its funny cuz he had so much hair back then. I miss my granddad a lot! I really wish he were still here. Now that I’m mature enough I would love to ask him questions and get his advice about life. I really hope that when I'm and old man that I'm just like him. Happy Birthday Granddad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I had a dream about my mum dieing! It was such a real feeling dream to! Like, I was crying when I woke up! I can remember the feeling I had when I was crying in my dream, it was horrible and it actually felt real like my mum had actually died and I couldn’t tell myself that it was only a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are weird things....what do they represent? They must have some sort of meaning! I'm not saying that just because my mum died in my dream that she will in real life at least I hope not! Now I haven’t done much research on dreaming but apparently we all have them even if we remember them or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think dreams are pretty fucking crazy! I mean anything is possible and even if they don’t make any sense when you remember them for some reason when your dreaming everything makes perfect sense! I use you have dream when I was like 9 or 10 that I could fly! Like just jump up in the air and fly away! Man I wish I could have one of those dreams now. What about people that sleep walk? I mean that fucking crazy! The fact that when you wake up you don’t remember anything? I've only ever slept walked once in my life. I woke up and went into my mum’s room and told her I was going to turn off the light that doesn’t turn off. Anyway my mum told me later that the house got really cold and that when I was sleep walking I went into the basement and turned off the furriness? Oh and what about people who have night terrors!!! That’s scary if you ask me! To be asleep and screaming at the top of your lungs like you were scared for your life! What even more scary is having to be there trying to wake this person up! Which I heard that if someone is sleep walking or having night terrors your not suppose to wake them and to let them come out of it on there own!? Remember that movie the butterfly effect? I think I might go watch that again and if you've never seen it, watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway one last thing I want to bring up which is along the same line of dreams is this drug DMT (Dimethyltryptamine). DMT is a powerful &lt;a title="Psychoactive drug" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychoactive_drug"&gt;psychoactive&lt;/a&gt; substance. If DMT is smoked, injected, or orally ingested with an &lt;a title="MAOI" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MAOI"&gt;MAOI&lt;/a&gt;, it can produce powerful &lt;a title="Entheogen" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Entheogen"&gt;entheogenic&lt;/a&gt; experiences including true &lt;a title="Hallucinations" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hallucinations"&gt;hallucinations&lt;/a&gt; (perceived extensions of reality). (I cut and pasted that) Anyway I was talking to a client that has taken this drug before and he told me that you are basically put into another universe or dimension! Anyway this is really hard for me to explain so I found a really interesting youtube clip from Joe Rogan who does a really interesting explanation about the drug and how it works! If you got 5 mins listen to it and trust me you won’t be disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/grcqs9cDuN8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/grcqs9cDuN8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594179547564920270-1194720635529164709?l=dscb07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/1194720635529164709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/1194720635529164709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-85th-grandad.html' title='Happy 85th Grandad!'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/ReNFtzZByGI/AAAAAAAAADc/t5XUDYHmL-I/s72-c/Granddad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594179547564920270.post-4945809207945827731</id><published>2007-02-15T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T20:09:30.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Out.......Moving On</title><content type='html'>I'm a little down right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long day and my jetlag has finally caught up to me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st of April is my set move out date. Yes after all the bitchin I made about not moving out and not paying more rent, my roommates and I sat down and discussed the issue and in the end it made more sense for me to move out. I decided not to fight with them about it and just be laid back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could argue that it's unfair for me to move out and all that but I don’t need the stress of that especially when I live with these girls. However, the stress of moving out and finding a new place makes me upset. I feel unsettled and wish this feel would go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm being a baby and should look at this as a new beginning but its hard when the future isn’t certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving out reminds me of why I moved here in the first place......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I’ll just go to bed, I’ll probably feel better in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594179547564920270-4945809207945827731?l=dscb07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/4945809207945827731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/4945809207945827731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/2007/02/moving-outmoving-on.html' title='Moving Out.......Moving On'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594179547564920270.post-8031770868422989207</id><published>2007-02-15T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:45:44.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan "Dinky Derry" Baker, the Laugh Minstrel</title><content type='html'>I ride my bike to work and back home twice a day usually. I really enjoy riding my bike! I love going through red lights and weaving in-between cars, besides the health benefits I just find it exciting! I ride even when it’s -30! Seriously! I wear ski goggles on those mornings. Ha-ha but ya ever since I moved to Toronto I've always used my bike because in most cases I find it faster then TTC. Oh man I FUCKING HATE the TTC! Some people might think I'm crazy for riding my bike in the winter and ya I have wiped out a few times (once I fell off my bike in front of a street car, that was scary)but to be honest I hate stopping, I just want to keep going! There’s nothing worse then when you’re in a rush and you have to use TTC! There's always traffic, someone too lazy to walk a block from the subway station, some old lady that takes years to step up on the bus, the driver decided to stop and get a fuckin coffee, or when you get on a street car (this really pisses me off) and it only goes so far, making you get off and wait for another car. I don’t know I'm just really impatient I guess so I'll stick to my bike and continue running reds and weaving in and out of traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I want to talk about airport security and just flying in general! If you haven’t been to the airport in some time then trust me your in for a treat as airport security is a fuckin joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, everyone is a criminal or at least that's how they make you feel when you begin going through security! NOW! I know they are doing it for my safety and blah blah blah but fuck that. They don’t give a shit about your safety!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, do you ever notice that when there is a terrorist act on a plane, like s&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RdTBIZugDQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Jw0CGJt9RaY/s1600-h/airport_sec.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031859033768725762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RdTBIZugDQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Jw0CGJt9RaY/s320/airport_sec.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ay for instance that guy that brought a shoe bomb onto the plane! The security changes??? After that they started checking everyone shoes! The most recent act of terrorism is someone that made a bomb out of some liquids they brought on to the plane! So now you’re only allowed to bring a few items on the plane that doesn’t exceed 100 ml?? Actually right when that happened you weren’t allowed to bring on anything that was a liquid, gel, or cream! Because you never know, that lip-gloss could be the next act of terrorism! So what happens next!!! When someone shoves gun powder up their ass and uses it as a bomb while in the bathroom of the plane? Is everyone flying now going to get their anal probed? Where’s the consistency?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, if your going to fly prepare yourself for a boring, shity journy.The food is garbage and always has been (you think by this day and age they could feed you decent food). The movies are always boring and old and if you want to listen to them you have to buy these special headsets! As if the flight didn’t cost enough, now I can’t even listen to the shity movie they are showing. Oh and make sure you only bring on 1 carry on because I was told that my pillow was considered a second item of luggage? WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying....it’s not what it use to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight’s the big night for me and my roommates! We all have to sit down and discuss what going to happen with the spare room we have. If you don’t know already this one roommate want me to pay 170 more on my rent to help cover for the missing person or I have to move out! Personally I don’t give a fuck! I'm not moving out and I'm not paying more rent! But we'll see I'm not that pleased with where I lived so depending on how this meeting goes I might just say fuck it, I’m moving out April 1st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you want to find out your clown name like mine above then go to http://iam.bmezine.com/clown.exe and type in your first and last name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594179547564920270-8031770868422989207?l=dscb07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/8031770868422989207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/8031770868422989207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/2007/02/dan-dinky-derry-baker-laugh-minstrel.html' title='Dan &quot;Dinky Derry&quot; Baker, the Laugh Minstrel'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RdTBIZugDQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Jw0CGJt9RaY/s72-c/airport_sec.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594179547564920270.post-5800391642672733330</id><published>2007-02-08T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:45:45.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.....Joke Time</title><content type='html'>Well I'm bored, been an uneventful day! I think people think that since I'm in England (London) that I'm going sight seeing and all that but really I'm just spending time with my Dad. I've seen all the sights and all that you experience when you think of England so really I dont give a shit when it comes to all that but I have taken a few photos just for memory sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was given a magazine today for giving some money to a charity, I'm such a good person. Anyway, the mag was funny and because its a boring night I thought i'd share a few jokes with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For The Ladies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do a bank and men have in common?&lt;br /&gt;A" They both loose interest after withdrawal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why are men like trains?&lt;br /&gt;A: They always stop before you get off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the difference between a new husband and a new dog?&lt;br /&gt;A; After a year, the dog is still pleased to see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For The Lads:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do women and condoms have in common?&lt;br /&gt;A: They both spend more time in your wallet than on your dick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How can you tell if your wife is dead?&lt;br /&gt;A: The sex is the same, but the dishes pile up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the difference between Michael Jackson and a plastic bag?&lt;br /&gt;A: Ones white, plastic and dangerous to children and the other is a plastic bag! (for everyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I though this was cool!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-p2if2UptQ8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Rcuq0ZugDMI/AAAAAAAAACM/7DzohMFFbRU/s1600-h/babydog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029301226125135042" style="WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="155" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Rcuq0ZugDMI/AAAAAAAAACM/7DzohMFFbRU/s200/babydog.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RcusXJugDOI/AAAAAAAAACc/niCyXjVtZCs/s1600-h/toronto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029302922637216994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RcusXJugDOI/AAAAAAAAACc/niCyXjVtZCs/s200/toronto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029302282687089874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Rcurx5ugDNI/AAAAAAAAACU/sZup7x4NvPY/s200/copbaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Ana Nicole Smith Died?!?!? Found dead in a hotel room! Drug overdose is my guess? Well thats one less gold digger in the world. I'm sure she'll be remembered for all the right reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594179547564920270-5800391642672733330?l=dscb07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/5800391642672733330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/5800391642672733330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/2007/02/boredjoke-time.html' title='Bored.....Joke Time'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Rcuq0ZugDMI/AAAAAAAAACM/7DzohMFFbRU/s72-c/babydog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594179547564920270.post-2195175299428440598</id><published>2007-02-07T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:45:45.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted: Digital Camera!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've decided that if you do write a blog and you write regularly then a digital camera is a must! I mean it make makes reading about my boring life slightly less....boring. I would love to have posted some pictures of when I went to Ministry of Sound or last night when I went to see an International Football (soccer) game between Brazil and Portugal. I took some photos with a disposable camera so I'll have to post those soon when I get them scanned but for now I'll have to settle with pictures off the internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watching Brazil play Portugal play last night was amazing! It’s everything you think about when you think of Brazilian "FUTBOL". Shots from far out, plenty of skill/ tricks on the ball, clever p&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RcoixHJqVUI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZWKSBqi6dJM/s1600-h/brazil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028870161041085762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RcoixHJqVUI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZWKSBqi6dJM/s200/brazil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;assing from one player to another...OH and of course the fans are brilliant all 60,00 of them (well I'm sure some were Portugal fans)! The drums they bang on never stop, full of chanting, happiness and harsh words when one of their players get fouled! There were also some great players playing for Brazil (Adriano, Kaka, Gilberto, and Fred to name a few) but unfortunately I didn’t get to see Ronadihno play, I don’t think he even got called up to play seeing how it was only a friendly game! OH and for any Portuguese fans I got to see Cristiano Ronaldo play! He’s a wonderful player to watch, with his quick feet and speed he can get by any player but he's also young, cocky, and a big fuckin cheat. I hate him with a passion but you can’t deny he's a special player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is Portugal won 2-0! ???? Go figure??! Oh well I didn’t get to see Brazil score even though they had plenty of chances! But how many people can say they have seen Brazil play live?? My Dad can’t even say this and he has loved and lived Football for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my goals this year was to do and see things that not everyone gets to do! Even though I'm spending a lot of money of certain trips months down the road I wont be thinking about the money I spent I'll be thinking about the memories. So far this year I’ve been to Vermont, England, NYC Maybe, and I also plan to go to California in April to see a a very big 3 day concert but that’s yet to be planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TBcFReNutN4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TBcFReNutN4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594179547564920270-2195175299428440598?l=dscb07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/2195175299428440598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/2195175299428440598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/2007/02/wanted-digital-camera.html' title='Wanted: Digital Camera!'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RcoixHJqVUI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZWKSBqi6dJM/s72-c/brazil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594179547564920270.post-7128262300711365664</id><published>2007-02-04T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:45:45.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ministry of Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RcY4b3JqVTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1c074GxTh80/s1600-h/sound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027768085317834034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RcY4b3JqVTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1c074GxTh80/s320/sound.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met up with Anthony on Sat night. Anthony is a long time friend who I've known since I was a kid. Any time I go back to England I always hang out with him. We usually hang out with his friends or go out to a night club or maybe even see Arsenal together. He is defiantly one of my good friends so thanks Anthony for all the good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I met up with Anthony and a few of his friends and we went out to Ministry of Sound in London. If you don’t know what the Ministry of Sound is then think about a rave! And all that type of music, plus all the cocaine and ecstasy which was defiantly around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really got a better understanding as to why people take these drugs while at a rave of something along those lines! First off we got there at 12:30 and the place closes at 6:30 am, so not knowing this ahead of time I was pretty surprised. I can barely make it to 2 am in Canada so 6:30 was going to be a fucking trip let me tell ya. Anyway back to the drugs thing. I think it all has to do with the music. I mean it just doesn’t stop and even though it always sounds different from DJ to DJ somehow it all sounds the same. The beats and bass etc. I know that sounds weird but listen to some different "techno" music and you'll know what I mean especially any music from "Pure Pete Tong" who was one of the main DJ's. I defiantly enjoyed the music and I can see why it’s so easy to dance to. It’s not like the music you would hear at a night club, like no commercial artistes or familiar beats, it's a bunch of different sounds being put together in a pattern to make.....well music (that’s my interpretation of it). Well if you’re going to be dancing for 6 hours straight and you want to keep your energy up while becoming "one" with the music then I guess drugs are the best option as booze makes you tired (well it does for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was also nice is that Anthony had a friend that use to work for the Ministry of Sound so he got us line by pass and access to VIP so I felt very important and to be honest if it wasn’t for the VIP I don’t think I could have lasted until well 5 am (When we left). This is mainly because the VIP was less crowded and wasn’t as loud, so I got a bit of a break from the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my first "rave" experience went alright! I don’t mind the music and everyone is so fucked that it doesn't matter if you know how to dance or not you just have to move you body to the beat. Thank god because if I saw myself dancing then I probably would of thought I was an absolute tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway England is great! I can’t stop eating the chocolate though! Man it sooooo good. So I've told myself that I can’t have as much as I am eating. I don’t think I could cut it out completely but I got to stop eating as much as I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594179547564920270-7128262300711365664?l=dscb07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/7128262300711365664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/7128262300711365664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/2007/02/ministry-of-sound.html' title='The Ministry of Sound'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RcY4b3JqVTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1c074GxTh80/s72-c/sound.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594179547564920270.post-7014432617343134061</id><published>2007-02-02T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T02:26:57.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation?</title><content type='html'>I got Good News and I've Got Bad News!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First The Bad News:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get an email on the second day in England from one of my roomates and its totally ruined my so called vacation! The email was about one of my roomates moving out! I knew this girl was moving out so the news wasnt a surprise however, this bitchy roomate thats emailed me (I've never got along with her really, not that I dont want to) saying that her and the other roomate dont want to look for another person to fill the empty room because its too much hassel. Now I would be fine with that but she wants me to pay 170$ more on my rent of 430$ (600) to cover the empty room or else I have to move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing she not my fucking landlord so I dont know who she think she is but she cant just tell someone to pay more rent just because she doesnt want to find someone to move in! And trust me I offered to help find one even while being away. Second, does it even make any sense to want to pay extra just because you dont want another roomate!? Its stpuidity if you ask me! and the funny thing is I havent heard one thing from the other roomate and every email I replied to I made sure that the second roomate got it just to show I'm not hiding any feelings or thoughts like this one bitchy roomate is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I could give in and say ok I'll move out but first off I've already paid for this months rent and there something called first and last. I've already paid for this so if I was to move out it would be for April 1st and I wouldnt pay a penny more for the month of March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what her plan is, I'm not stupid! She wants me to say ok I'll move out its too expensive! So that she can have two of her friends move in because it makes no sense to want too pay more rent! So I'm going to say FUCK IT! I'm not moving out and I'm not paying more rent! and if you dont like it get the police to move me because I'm not going anywhere! Like what can she do? when I moved in I paid first and last for 430 a month! oh and by the way theres no lease on this place so I can move out anytime I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have some rights, I mean you just cant fuck with someones life just because you feel like it! Either you pay 170 more per month or get out!- Fuck off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone knows anything about living/ renting rigths please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Goods News:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in England having a great time! So there is nothing I can do to fix the problem! :) I'm not going to let this ruin my time off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw Dogs are great! Even Stephs dog Tucker! Who has gone to work with her for the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594179547564920270-7014432617343134061?l=dscb07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/7014432617343134061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/7014432617343134061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/2007/02/vacation.html' title='Vacation?'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594179547564920270.post-8778725175261969409</id><published>2007-01-29T10:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:45:45.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant Live With Them....Cant Live Without Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Man its cold in my house! I guess during the day the heat is turned right down as there is usually no one home of obvious reasons! But I am because I don’t have train during the day. So here I am in jeans, t-shirt, slippers, house coat, neck warmer, and a toque getting ready to vent ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025540471913909442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="212" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Rb5ObsjHDMI/AAAAAAAAABg/3xBDjnIMvaM/s320/WOMEN.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to meet and ex girlfriend yesterday at the condo we use to live in together because I had some stuff left over in a storage locker. It was nothing but a bunch of old crap I didn’t want when I moved out so I basically ended up throwing it all out. In all honestly I didn’t want to go throw the stuff out, I wanted her to do it but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. I could of easily been a jerk as I leave for England tomorrow and I could of said fuckit do it yourself and she would of had to do it on her own (I highly doubt she would of). I mean I haven’t lived there in 4 months and there was nothing in the locker that she couldn’t have done on her own. Anyway. A friend told me I should just do it and get it over with and she was right. I know it’s my stuff so it’s technically my responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway it just goes to show you how much of an annoyance she is. I called her on my way there and told her I would be there in 20 mins, she said ok I will be there soon. 40 Mins later she finally decided to show up and by this time I'm pretty pissed off because I'm going to be late for an indoor soccer game. Her excuse for being late was that her roommate got a puppy and while playing with it she forgot to leave?? Total bullshit if you ask me but w.e. She was also smart enough to remember that she doesn’t have any keys to the condo entrance or storage room(wasting more of my time). She called the super and he had to come down and let us in to the storage room. I put all the crap on this cart I had grabbed earlier and we started to walk back to the condo only to remember &lt;strong&gt;WE DONT HAVE KEYS TO GET BACK IN!&lt;/strong&gt; So now I'm pretty mad. I just shut my mouth but in all honesty I wanted to say fuck it and leave the shit in the middle of the hall. If I wasn’t in a rush to leave I don’t think I would have been upset but I just can’t believe she didn’t think about the whole key thing before hand or at least bring it up before we started moving. We got lucky and someone walking in to the building used the handicap button so the door was left open and we snuck in. I put the cart back in the garbage room with all the crap in it but she insisted that it wasn’t good enough and I had to take everything off the cart. By that time I was already late for my game, mad and a annoyed so I left her to do it as she hadn’t offered to help me carry the crap the entire time. I'm glade it’s over and I'm glade I don’t have to deal with the past anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The odd thing is, driving home from my soccer game I was thinking about the whole ordeal and I was actually a little sad. I’ve never wanted to be bitter with Farris there was no real reason to be as we didn’t break up over anything serious like cheating on one another or a massive argument. At least I always thought we broke up because we just didn’t love each other anymore. I guess when you with someone for a long time you miss certain things about them that made you love them in the first place. When I think about our relationship I don’t think about the bad times like I'm sure she does but rather the good times and the memories that made us....us. So its hard for me to look at her and be angry because after all this is the girl I was "in love" with and I miss that feeling but on the other hand I know it makes no sense for us to be together, so I guess its called moving on and I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off to England tomorrow so wish me luck! Oh and I went snowboarding this weekend and I pulled off three new tricks so the reason why I sucked was because of my old board being to big, however I fell on my ass just as much. Oh and Garth landed on his leg pretty hard so I hope he's alright but I think he was faking it. Just kidding Garth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my fav chappelle clips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d1wKEvdJQy4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d1wKEvdJQy4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594179547564920270-8778725175261969409?l=dscb07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/8778725175261969409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/8778725175261969409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/2007/01/cant-live-with-themcant-live-without_29.html' title='Cant Live With Them....Cant Live Without Them'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/Rb5ObsjHDMI/AAAAAAAAABg/3xBDjnIMvaM/s72-c/WOMEN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594179547564920270.post-1755924392990109362</id><published>2007-01-25T12:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:45:46.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'll Never Join Facebook!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RbkXNcjHDLI/AAAAAAAAABU/sbhzLopSVfA/s1600-h/computer+nerd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024072379077692594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="206" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RbkXNcjHDLI/AAAAAAAAABU/sbhzLopSVfA/s320/computer+nerd.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone I talk to keeps bugging me about facebook! Why arent you on facebook? Get facebook? Did you see the pics on facebook etc etc.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after the whole myspace fab I decided that fuck this facebook crap as it will probably be a phase as well. I mean I spent enough time in front of my laptop and I'm actually trying to spend less time on it because its all I do when I'm bored...Msn...youtube....porno(sometimes haha)I dont need to add facebook to the list. Remember when you were a kid, like 10ish? You used a thing called a house phone to hang out with friends or you got up off your ass and knocked on their door... what happen to those days??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we live our lives through computers and not to say that it’s a bad thing I mean without my laptop I’d be screwed but I don’t want to let it control my life. I personally feel that as technology grows the more antisocial we will become as a society. I mean you won’t have to leave your seat and you can accomplish so much. Now that might sound great to some but not me. I seriously think in like 20 years time libraries won’t be around, I mean why would they? Everything you need will be on the internet. What about schools? Now more then ever kids are learning through T.V. and internet, will there even be a point of going to school when you can just stay home and learn? That might sound stupid but have you ever heard of taking a course online? I did.....It was college English HAHA and I finished with an 85 and I cant spell or use proper grammar worth shit as I'm sure you noticed while reading this or any other of my blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fuck facebook! I mean fuck I'm writing a blog which I actually enjoy but I guess writing a blog doesn’t make sense seeing how I just said I want to spend less time on my computer. Oh well I guess It’s hard not to use the internet when so many things depend on it. I have been taking up other hobbies. Guitar and snowboarding to name a few. I like guitar...I suck but I like it. I've never been good at anything musical but I like trying to sing......anyway I'm rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 reasons why I say fuck facebook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) In a years time will facebook be popular? I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;2) I know I’m using a blog but isn’t facebook an easy way of getting a stalker/ wierdo knowing allot about you?&lt;br /&gt;3) What’s the point in using it really? Dont most people that use facebook have MSN? What can you do on facebook that you cant do over MSN?&lt;br /&gt;4) Personally it seems like allot of effort and time wasted.&lt;br /&gt;5) I just don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These aren’t very good reason but oh well you know what I mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594179547564920270-1755924392990109362?l=dscb07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/1755924392990109362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/1755924392990109362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-ill-never-join-facebook.html' title='Why I&apos;ll Never Join Facebook!'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RbkXNcjHDLI/AAAAAAAAABU/sbhzLopSVfA/s72-c/computer+nerd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594179547564920270.post-7706845654141855230</id><published>2007-01-23T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T15:26:15.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.......</title><content type='html'>God what a boring day......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I accomplish today.....a fuck load of nothing. I honestly couldnt think of anything to do. I had two clients cancel on me making my lunch hour even longer and I'm basically waiting to go to work, which if you have ever waited to go to work then you know how shitty it can be sitting around waiting/doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway atleast I got to watch some cool crap on youtube. I said I wouldnt make this blog thing a dairy so this one doesnt count but anyway here are some video clips off youtube I found interesting to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dave Chappelle episode goes out to Brad, Garth, and Marc for our guys weekend in NYC. The Joe Rogan one is just an old fav of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7bcgA2Jai94"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7bcgA2Jai94" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5V8YrkawEX4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5V8YrkawEX4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XvPW8lTI3No"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XvPW8lTI3No" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594179547564920270-7706845654141855230?l=dscb07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/7706845654141855230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/7706845654141855230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/2007/01/sigh.html' title='Sigh.......'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594179547564920270.post-3960668287584669402</id><published>2007-01-22T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:45:46.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fame Magazine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RbV_0sjHDHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/g9kvlnt_4UM/s1600-h/fame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023061502690004082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RbV_0sjHDHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/g9kvlnt_4UM/s320/fame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being a personal trainer you get the privilege of seeing people workout incorrectly. I mean I'll always help someone out if they have a question or are unsure how to perform a certain exercise but it’s the typical body builder "meat head" kind of guy I can’t stand. They do everything wrong technique wise just to push the heaviest weight they can. The only thing they increase is their ego and the sad thing is it’s usually these types of people that need the most help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I want to rant about this magazine that the gym got for members to read, its called Fame Magazine &lt;a href="http://www.wnso.com/magazine/"&gt;http://www.wnso.com/magazine/&lt;/a&gt; Honestly I hate body builder magazines, I think they are a waste of time and the average Joe that reads these magazines will never be able to reach the type of physiques these morons have. Why? because most of these average Joes have a life... a family...a real job.....they don’t spend their days working out for 4-6 hours and eating a shit load of food not to mentions all the supplements these guys take to get big/ cut and I'm almost certain that most body builders are on juice (steroids) if they aren’t please tell me how you got so big without it and if you really didn’t use it want kind of supplements were you using?!?!?! because they can’t be good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think magazines like this are a serious fucking joke! And I honestly believe that anyone that desires to be a body builder has self confidence issues and aren’t happy with what they see in the mirror. No matter how big they get. They like the attention they get from other people making them feel superior but to be honest with you when I see people that look this way I feel sorry for them because in the end when being ripped and huge is meaningless you will be one old, shaggy sack of shit that everyone has forgotten about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RbWAX8jHDII/AAAAAAAAAAw/kd1KnnRsg5I/s1600-h/arnold-before-and-after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023062108280392834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RbWAX8jHDII/AAAAAAAAAAw/kd1KnnRsg5I/s320/arnold-before-and-after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont lie I do use protein and creatine every so often but my goal isn’t to huge or compete, I use this stuff as a way to supplement my diet (more so the protein then the creatine). Now I know this sounds hypocritical but having lean tissue isn’t a bad thing and I pride myself for being fairly lean but not bulky. I like to think I can push some decent weight for my size but never would I feel so unhappy about myself and my body as to become a body builder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you do read magazines like Fame or whatever be real with your self and realize that this people have issues and that no healthy individual should look this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594179547564920270-3960668287584669402?l=dscb07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/3960668287584669402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/3960668287584669402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/2007/01/fame-magazine.html' title='Fame Magazine'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RbV_0sjHDHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/g9kvlnt_4UM/s72-c/fame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594179547564920270.post-228583297006027420</id><published>2007-01-21T14:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:45:46.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arsenal 2 Man Utd 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RbWDX8jHDJI/AAAAAAAAABA/t-viq0CkOg8/s1600-h/mytattoo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023065406815276178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="217" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RbWDX8jHDJI/AAAAAAAAABA/t-viq0CkOg8/s320/mytattoo.bmp" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RbPft8jHDGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/mAoXF5rKUbg/s1600-h/mytattoo.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weekend is finally about to end...I have a soccer game tonight at 8:30 so I guess after that I'll be able to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all this time I thought that I was just plain shitty at snowboarding. I mean I can go down hills easy and fast to but when it came the the park I was always falling, losing control and making an ass of myself. Well after my snowboard trip to Vermont a friend of mine (Kyle) told me he could get me a new board as mine was getting old and falling apart! Anyway he got me this new Forum board and it helped me alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hitting rails with ease! Actually staying on my feet after hitting a jump and just having better control of my board when carving around people! EUREKA!....(did I spell that right?) Ya so I sucked before because my old board was way to big for me (it was my first board which I brought off a friend in High School) making it hard to do things properly as I was always fighting to control myself. So it actually wasnt me it was the board hahah ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thanks Kyle for the sick board! and dont forget Feb 23 weekend Quebec! Kyle's a pretty good boarder and if your reading this check out this website he helps promote &lt;a href="http://dvaifilms.com/"&gt;http://dvaifilms.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I finally got a picture of my tattoo! Pretty cool eh?!?!? Well I think so:) Its not finished yet I have to go see Ronan of King of Fools on wednesday for another 3 hours! I'm getting it coloured in! One of my clients told me that I shouldn't get it coloured and that it looks good just outlined but I think when they see it they will agree it looks better...I hope it will. So guess I'm in for another week of an ichty back!! Hip Hip Horray!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well off to get ready for soccer and for any Manchester Untied fans reading this "Your never beat the Arsenal!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594179547564920270-228583297006027420?l=dscb07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/228583297006027420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/228583297006027420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/2007/01/arsenal-2-man-utd-1_125.html' title='Arsenal 2 Man Utd 1'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RbWDX8jHDJI/AAAAAAAAABA/t-viq0CkOg8/s72-c/mytattoo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594179547564920270.post-6001858871107690837</id><published>2007-01-19T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:45:47.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Day Itch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RbEMGcjHDFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FH682xwtFXQ/s1600-h/BakerCrest.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021808364377017426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RbEMGcjHDFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FH682xwtFXQ/s200/BakerCrest.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a tattoo last weekend and it turned out really good! For those that don’t know the story behind me getting the tattoo I'll explain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted a tattoo and I was explaining this to one of my clients at the gym that I would love to get my family crest! Anyway I usually get all my long term clients some sort of Xmas gift as a way to say thanks f0r sticking with me. I got some nice things but one of my clients (Shannon) got me a gift certificate to a tattoo parlor! 400$ worth! So I was totally shocked and felt shity because all I got him was a book on exercise anatomy and a bottle of balsamic vinegar (He loves the stuff). He's a great guy and runs one of the worlds largest tattoo and body modification websites &lt;a href="http://www.bme.com"&gt;www.bme.com&lt;/a&gt; he also has a pretty interesting blog &lt;a href="http://www.zentastic.com"&gt;www.zentastic.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the tattoo turned out great but I'm lacking a digital camera these days so I’ll show you what my family crest looks like (pictured above). The tattoo is a fair size and covers half my upper back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm on size a friend saw my tattoo and said it was too big. Personally I think when someone gets a tattoo, piercing, or whatever that even if you don’t like it you should at least encourage them about it and not make them feel as though they did something stupid or made a mistake by doing it. Its just what friends do I think unless it's really dumb like thinking about getting a tattoo across your forehead with the words stupid, then I hope my friends would say your an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I find about tattoos is that everyone gets small tattoos and I can’t really understand why? I mean are you ashamed of it? Girls especially. Small of their back, top of their thigh where ever it is the smaller it is the less detailed its going to be and when you do age its gonna look like shit. So if you do decide to get a tattoo my only advice is make sure it has some meaning (Girls, don’t get a stupid fairy or something like that I mean WTF or the Chinese lettering. If you don’t have a Chinese background what’s the point? Are you keeping a secret? And what does it really say "this tattoo sucks" research it a little) and make sure its size is proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and tattoos are sooo itchy, just imagine not being able to scratch something...especially when its half your back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594179547564920270-6001858871107690837?l=dscb07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/6001858871107690837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/6001858871107690837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/2007/01/7-day-itch.html' title='7 Day Itch'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnWc2aXow-I/RbEMGcjHDFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FH682xwtFXQ/s72-c/BakerCrest.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594179547564920270.post-1940265415961370710</id><published>2007-01-18T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T08:05:31.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Bird</title><content type='html'>So I went to the bank the other day and the lady behind the counter asked me if I wanted to started an RSP. I actually took some interest and made an appoitment to talk to someone about it. To bad I forget when the appointment actually is. Anyway the whole save for the future what am I doing with my life thing came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mum and told her about the RSP thing and she basically said that doing one now would be a bad idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I want to go back to Uni but I dont want to be taking more OSAP and paying and RSP at the same time! Fuck i'll be in so much debt by the time I finish school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually dont mind the whole making money thing, I can actually have a life and buy myself some shit. Being poor blows. What if I decide to live in England for a year or Australia?!?! I mean I could I have close family in both countries. I wouldnt want an RSP if I go away plus I'm already paying my student loans, 160$ a month.... which reminds me I need to put some money away for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked what my mum said, "Your young, enjoy living life. You dont need to save money to die right now. Dont fall into the north american trend" and To be honest shes right! Living in England from what I've experienced is totally different from living in Canada. In North America it seems you go to school, get a degree, get a good job,get married, have kids, plan for retirement and die. Oh and you travel some where in between all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living a life style like that has its perks but right I think I'll live some life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DVHxXAoGz80"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DVHxXAoGz80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lZN4fBC2s00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lZN4fBC2s00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594179547564920270-1940265415961370710?l=dscb07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/1940265415961370710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594179547564920270/posts/default/1940265415961370710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dscb07.blogspot.com/2007/01/free-bird.html' title='Free Bird'/><author><name>D.Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18131101994411074912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
