If it's one thing I've come to understand, it's that life is a constantly changing enigma shrouded in a veil of uncertainty. A year ago I could not tell you that I would have been where I am now. And right now I'm not even sure I can tell you where I'll be tomorrow. What happens to those rocks in our lives? The solid things that we always thought we could hold onto? The things that we relied on to anchor ourselves to? The simple fact of the matter is that everything changes... and even if they don't change then our perception of them will.

Ever notice how the first time you meet someone you can think to yourself "Hey this person is cool!" Then slowly but surely as time wears on those little quirks that you found so cute about the person start to become a bit irritating. Then they just grow and grow until they become downright annoying. Then it eventually reaches the stage where you'd rather be trapped in a room with a bunch of kids all grating their finger nails against a chalkboard. What happened? It's the same person right? They're not acting any differently from when you first met them, and heck you even may have thought they were extremely endearing qualities at the time! But perceptions change, and thus everything falls apart.

Keeping that in mind it just seems that every time I write this section (for those of you familiar with my previous sites) it always seems to outline a different plan. But hey, I like the fact that my life is in a constant state of motion. I was never one anyway for the hard set 10-20 yr life plan. I like to throw the dice and see what happens. However at the same time I'm not like the idiot who bets his entire fortune on a single throw... I like to have escape plans.

So who am I? Well in a nutshell I'm your not-so-typical small islander who has recently found himself stranded in a place where the ambient temperature doesn't ever seem to want to stay above 20. A middle child born off well-know and well respected little middle class family with a firmly rooted religious background, our young hero has hovered on borderline mediocre success his entire life. He struggled through high school living in the shadow of an overachieving older brother (who I honestly don't blame but rather respect for his perseverance and accomplishments) before proceeding onto UWI (but not before having all hopes and dreams of studying at a foreign university vapourize into thin air. Borderline mediocre success didn't seem to quite cut it that time). At this point I seemed to have missed what was described by many as the "most exciting time of your life". And although those years were turbulent, they had little or nothing to do with UWI. After graduating with a BSc in Electrical & Computer Engineering, I somehow found myself (I'm still debating exactly how this happened) at the University of Toronto pursuing a Masters degree in said field. Teenaged dreams manifesting themselves a bit too late for his liking. Now our hero often ponders that great question "Why the hell am I here?"

Not that Toronto is a bad place... not by any means. Its nice to live on your own and in a place where there's always something to do (although I wish I had the time to do those things... maybe I should just stop writing web pages eh?), but more and more you tend to get sick of always studying, and well right now actual WORK is about the sweetest sound I could hear. To hell with this and give me 9-5 in an office with a disgruntled boss and a 6x6 cubicle. At least I'll have nights and weekends off.... and possibly my own place and my own means of transport so I won't have to live with pretentious superficial little dorm people and ride the TTC all the time... but maybe its best I stop there and save my rant on Canada for an entirely different section...