Out of sight is not out of mind (Literally)…

•November 27, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Now I know the difference between real writers and wanna be writers…and I have come to terms with fact that I am the latter. After more than a month of not writing I still can’t put together something readable, DAMN!

I have to respect Lisa Reece, Ollin Morales and the rest, I don’t know how you guys do it. I only hope there’s something I do that you guys would look at and wonder how I do it.

I however have to also blame my inability to post an article lately on the couple of projects that I have been involving myself in, my favourite being the Website ( Lisa, we are still waiting for your reply by the way..).

It’s been crazy a ride for the past couple of weeks and I have had a lot to learn, love, regret, laugh at, hide from, look for etc etc. As soon as I have figured out how to write about it, I’ll share.

I am sure you have also realized that I no longer use words like FUCK, SHIT, DAMN (above is the last time I am using it), and the related, my heart is softer, more compassionate and more accepting. I am wiser and more grown up now.

Ruby, I miss you. What’s happening in your life?

This is just a simple post to ask you my readers NOT TO FORGET ABOUT ME.

Dueces!

Arthorious.

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A Revolution

•October 27, 2010 • 2 Comments

It’s here and it’s fresh. Follow me as I change the face of your web forever, you will not regret it: www.wabaa.co.ug

Errori…

•October 5, 2010 • 6 Comments

It turns out that I do not practice what I preach, well at least not word for word.

And this time here. This mistake. This one I will regret for a long time.

This one puts a major dent in my character as I know it.

Suddenly I don’t feel so cool anymore, I don’t feel as wise, as bold, as confident.

Suddenly I genuinely worry.

But not me. I’ll figure it out. I always do. I’ll be cool again. I’ll flourish.

I will learn from this and will not let it happen again.

I will reclaim my territory with confidence and pride. I will rule.

Deuces.

Arthorious.

Otta the blue posts.

•October 2, 2010 • Leave a Comment

I am disgusted by people who feel they are justified to be rude to others. What/who the fuck do you think you are?

Treat others with some degree of humane, then and only then, should you expect the same from life you fuckin morons!!!!

Outta the blue post.

•October 1, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Life is a beautiful struggle.

Facebook

•September 21, 2010 • 3 Comments

So I joined face book the other day. After a very long time of persuasion and undue duress from my peers, I joined. I still think its overrated and blown out of proportion, which is why I actually joined. Does this make sense to you, most probably not so I’ll explain.

You see most of these suckers (my peers) feel like they’ve won, that they managed me, that they made me join face book, that I swallowed my pride, but they are fuckin wrong.

The real reason I joined face book was to take advantage of it’s madness, how? I’ll tell you how: I am launching an online lifestyle magazine very soon, I plan to do a lot of events marketing and advertising on this website. One of the key things potential clients put into consideration before they give you a such deal is how popular your website is among their the target market.

Now with face bookers accessing my site through my page and it’s own page, this will give me the traffic I need, of course it’s not as easy as it seems. There’s a lot of tricks and tactics involved to drive curiosity and interest.

So, to all you wankers who thought had won, well guess fuckin again.

I am back, and I like it here!!!!!!

Arthorious.

Someone please help…

•September 16, 2010 • 9 Comments

Hello,

Sorry I have been away for quite sometime (for those that actually noticed).

For the past couple of months I have been telling it as I know it and given advise where I felt capable. But now I need someone to come to my rescue, my chest has become a tonne heavier, my head feels congested and my general being seems cornered. Don’t fret, I don’t have some kind of terminal disease, what I have is called employment.

This horrible, horrible thing is slowly taking the life out of me, its making me go crazy, and killing off my sweet youth days one after the other.

I have options of getting out of it any second I wish, I have brilliant plans and a firm foundation to prosper in life I even have potential and resources to be wealthy but the decision to go 100% private is still not as easy as it looks/sounds.

You see, I have an immense desire to do things with the utmost brilliance and perfection, but when I look at the trail I have left behind during my time as an employee, I don’t see much that will have people talking/writing about after I am gone. This bothers me and gives me sleepless nights. Much as I hate working for someone and giving them 9 hours of my precious time everyday and probably 10 hours of my brain power everyday, I still don’t feel like I have done enough to be proud of in the employment world. Don’t get me wrong, I have done some really good stuff, but not so great.

Now I feel like I can’t take it anymore, it looks like I am closer to resigning, because my whole set up does not have space for bosses anymore. My passion to work towards some company’s objective and see it prosper has been replaced by my own desire to start building an empire of my own.

How can I handle this?

Peace.

Arthorious.