I've read loads about this. Can you blame me?
It's not that I'm lazy, I just can't stand the thought of working nearly every day for the rest of my life.
There is loads of methods, forex trading, blogging, penny stocks, surveys, forums, etcetera, etcetera.
The one that seems most promising, is affiliate marketing. Basically...you make people click on your link, and they buy the product, and you get a commission. Niiiice hey?
Monday 2 August 2010
Sunday 1 August 2010
Balance
Don't you find life is a juggling act?
Always needing to balance out social life, love life, work commitments, family, everything.
Which brings out the question; What is important in life?
Always needing to balance out social life, love life, work commitments, family, everything.
Which brings out the question; What is important in life?
Saturday 31 July 2010
That One Special Person
Have you met that one special person in your life yet?
I have.
The one person, that makes your heart beat faster, by just hearing their name.
They give you goosebumps, by touching your arm.
You feel lost in time and space, while gazing into their eyes.
You'd stop the moon from moving, just to make that one night last a bit longer.
You would give up all hopes and aspirations, just for them to live happily.
You think of them, before yourself.
A hug, means more than sex.
You'd fight for them, through hell itself, even if it was a suicide mission.
Ah, my lover, I miss you right now.
Who am I?
Probably the only reason you are reading this...
At least you are right? Unless you are genuinely pi$$ed that I haven't told you who I am.
Well here is a clue...
"Do you go to grammar? our year?" - Yes, yes I do.
Hmm another clue... Well my name. Max Costa. Pretty random to go together right? But both names can be traced to me. Perhaps not in a way that you will find out...but there's no harm in trying.
Male or Female? - Does the Max Costa give that away? Well, does it? Am I bluffing? Am I double bluffing?
Fancy a guess at least?
At least you are right? Unless you are genuinely pi$$ed that I haven't told you who I am.
Well here is a clue...
"Do you go to grammar? our year?" - Yes, yes I do.
Hmm another clue... Well my name. Max Costa. Pretty random to go together right? But both names can be traced to me. Perhaps not in a way that you will find out...but there's no harm in trying.
Male or Female? - Does the Max Costa give that away? Well, does it? Am I bluffing? Am I double bluffing?
Fancy a guess at least?
Apologies
I apologise for any distress that I have caused anyone by hiding my identity.
I apologise if I have caused anyone any offence, this was not the intent. I was trying to offer my honest opinion on their blog, from that person, from the blog, and from my own experiences. Once again I apologise sincerely.
If you believe this is a breach on your privacy, I apologise again.
What are blogs for? To express your opinions and thoughts for everyone to see.
Once again, I am sorry for coming across as rude or insensitive
~ I will stick to writing blog posts, rather than commenting.
Thursday 29 July 2010
Lucky?
Lucky, lucky, lucky.
We all know someone who is lucky. And we despise them.
"I wish I was lucky"
"I wish I was as luck as him" (or her)
And yet, when questioned with the phenomenon, the word , the gift of luck, most people say there is no such thing.
The truth is, each and everyone one of us are more lucky than we think.
Heck, I'd go as far as to say, people who read this, are lucky.
In an instant, that luck can be taken away from you.
Your family could be in a car accident, and be taken away from you.
You could slip, and break your neck, and never be able to walk again.
You could develop a life threatening disease.
So, next time you despise someone for being luckier than you, think about what real luck is. It's not the winning of a random prize, or finding a fiver on the floor.
It's the realisation that people care for you, that you have someone to care for. Even if at times it doesn't feel like it.
You only miss the water when it's gone.
Go on, tell someone you love them, give someone a hug.
We all know someone who is lucky. And we despise them.
"I wish I was lucky"
"I wish I was as luck as him" (or her)
And yet, when questioned with the phenomenon, the word , the gift of luck, most people say there is no such thing.
The truth is, each and everyone one of us are more lucky than we think.
- People with a family, they are lucky.
- People who wake up in the morning, are lucky.
- People who can see, are lucky.
Heck, I'd go as far as to say, people who read this, are lucky.
In an instant, that luck can be taken away from you.
Your family could be in a car accident, and be taken away from you.
You could slip, and break your neck, and never be able to walk again.
You could develop a life threatening disease.
So, next time you despise someone for being luckier than you, think about what real luck is. It's not the winning of a random prize, or finding a fiver on the floor.
It's the realisation that people care for you, that you have someone to care for. Even if at times it doesn't feel like it.
You only miss the water when it's gone.
Go on, tell someone you love them, give someone a hug.
Welcome, first post
C'est la vie!
Oh yes indeed, such is life.
Well, if you are reading this first welcoming post, you are probably wondering who I am?
I hope you are, because that's the plan.
Maybe you are thinking, "Well...it says Max Costa..."
Pfft, have you ever heard of Max Costa? I am under the alias of Max Costa. Max Costa, is therefore just a name.
Can you do me a favour? Keep reading? You can try and work out who I am. I am going to follow people whom I know, so there is the only clue I will give you. For now anyway.
This blog is going to be a bit of a diary. Hopefully it will empty my head, as well as being an interesting read for whoever is reading. Feel free to comment and discuss, I will join in whenever and wherever possible.
I guess I should introduce myself.
I'm from East Anglia. I go to a grammar school. People may know my name (not Max Costa), but I'm pretty certain that no one knows me; perhaps one other person. I don't even know myself. Then again who truly does?
I look forward to writing more
Oh yes indeed, such is life.
Well, if you are reading this first welcoming post, you are probably wondering who I am?
I hope you are, because that's the plan.
Maybe you are thinking, "Well...it says Max Costa..."
Pfft, have you ever heard of Max Costa? I am under the alias of Max Costa. Max Costa, is therefore just a name.
Can you do me a favour? Keep reading? You can try and work out who I am. I am going to follow people whom I know, so there is the only clue I will give you. For now anyway.
This blog is going to be a bit of a diary. Hopefully it will empty my head, as well as being an interesting read for whoever is reading. Feel free to comment and discuss, I will join in whenever and wherever possible.
I guess I should introduce myself.
I'm from East Anglia. I go to a grammar school. People may know my name (not Max Costa), but I'm pretty certain that no one knows me; perhaps one other person. I don't even know myself. Then again who truly does?
I look forward to writing more
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