Events in my life.

It is 12:35 am on Tuesday 15th August, right now I cannot sleep and I am concerned for my financial foundation. I am not greatly in debt that it burdens me to sleepless nights nor am I debt-less enough to enjoy free time to what I wish... Like most people, I have a mortgage to pay, utilities to pay and living expenses. From a young age, I have admired Martial Artists such as Bruce Lee & Jet Li, fascinated by Martial Arts such as Karate, Tae Kwon Do, Wing Chun, Tiger Fist and various other ones. I wanted to be like my heroes! I wanted to learn the unarmed ways to defend those who can't defend themselves! Growing up some more, I worked, it then dawned on me to enjoy life, you must play the game. The game of Money, play smart, be frugal and invest. Get out the Rat Race. This was taught to me by an old neighbour of mine; Mr. John Carswell, soon he introduced me to "Rich Dad, Poor Dad" by Robert Kiyosaki. It was and still is a brilliant book that awakens something...

I don't get it. What drives these religious extremists to do what they do? What will the receive for the deeds they have done? Songs of praise? Recognition? Some "promise" in the after life? You live in the here and now. What good is anything to you...when you are dead? You honestly believe what you are doing will help spread your religion? Well...it has. But probably in a way you did not want. Human's dislike bad things being done to them, it will be a matter of time before the masses react then forming small or large militia groups to take matters into their own hands. The sleeping masses is awakening, your humble and peaceful brothers and sisters will probably pay the price for your ignorant and selfish actions. You will be last...mass action doesn't distinguish between peaceful muslim and an extremist like yourself.

I have recently saw a property...its ran down, damp is set in and in need of a lot of work. Yet...I feel...that it was takem advantage of. It was probably a great home but it was neglected and didn't receive the necessary attention. If I am lucky enough to make you mine. I'll be sure to freshen you up and make you look great again. Inside and outside. Question is, do you feel that I am a worthy owner? I already have something like you and it is looking good. Some minor interior work needs done but its all good! Come under my wing!

Within one year, one brother and 3 cousins of mine have proposed to their other half and gotten engaged... I've always said I am a firm believer of not believing in being "engaged" as when you are in a relationship with someone...it is practically like being "engaged" but without the ring! Why need it? I mean it is so pointless and waste of savings to buy it! What if the other half says "no" to your proposal? You'd be left with a ring...it will remind you of your failure and you won't even be able to a full refund on it... That is the story I tell... ... ... ... ... ...truth is... ...let us rewind back to late Spring of 2006... It was a warm late Spring, my parents & brothers were on Holiday and as usual, I was left behind to watch over the business and to mind my studies. My girlfriend at the time was on half term break so she popped up to visit me. Days before she did...with a couple of months of savings, I bought an engagement r...

OK, I have no idea what has happened to me or how I have came to this way of thinking...it just...happen... These days what do we see most on the media or any social media platform that broad casts "news"? Anyone? Wars Fights Famine Terror attacks internationally Terror attacks nationally Neglect of children Neglect of the elderly Neglect of the ones who needs help Political elects verbally brutalising the opposition Quantitative Easing  Negative things over and over and over...gets...upsetting. Then something clicked in my skull (metaphorically of course)...where am I hateful? To whom am I negative to? It hit me, I have always openly admit to hating my first ex-girlfriend, I have hated the way I was raised as a kid, I hated the ways my brothers were prioritised over me...you get the picture, I am a hateful person...yet I appear to be quite happy...working away and minding my own business. Sure I help friends and other people to get stuff done a...

Oh man...oh man. Looks like I just can't catch a break. Ok, as we know my highly respected teacher in Ju Jutsu of 13 years past away a few months ago in June. As his last gift to me, his will told Sensei McGregor that once things have been settled, I was to be summoned back to the School to receive a grading. Now, I only just had my 3rd Degree Grading not so long ago so I was a little confused to why another grading so soon. Out of respect for my former teacher and the confidence he had in me, my other teachers and fellow Ju Jutsuka, I took the grading. Mind you, I've not been training for 2 years and not in my greatest form...half way through the grading...BAM!!! An on point punch to the ribs by my grading partner Stuart and I was winded...out for 10mins...when I caught my breathe, my new partner Connor...raised his leg for a right, round house kick...as I tried to shuffle out the way...I inhaled...sharp pain coursed through my rib cage on the right side...saw the kick comin...