I'm new here, and need your help!

[dragonlady]

Go home. Don't torture the poor girl and Canada does not need you any more than the US. Besides, in Canada, it is very difficult to get a real job without citizenship. And you have mad a sham of the American system. People like you make it hard for others who are trying to get in the front door. Drop your sense of entitilement. Go backto whereever you are from and start again.

[Meekas]

Paddy, my dear, being a dumb white supremacist under the Bush administration isn't much diferent...now: shoot me in the head!

[Paddy]

Stay in Canada Meekas and let those crazy liberals deal with you. You won't get any sympathy here especially as I losty count of how many laws you broke.......but of course I'm sure that fellow illegals will lend you an ear for you whine. You are the poster child for illegal aliens..........a lying, thieving little s h i t who needs to sent packing back to the dump you were conceived in.

[Meekas]

Hi, to all of you. My life is being quiet adventurous, but i didn't expect it that way. Well, to begin, i'll tell where i am right now; in Canada. But firstly I imigrated to the US on b-1/2 visa, to work illegaly. Had the job arranged as busboy in NYC. This was in 1999. Overstayed the 6 months. Found a good job with fake papers as busser in a country club till the section 245-i and I convinced my boss to file a job offer, spent a $1,000 and then, as almost everyone else, had to wait.That's when everything turned dark for all of us: September 11!! That was the tragedy! to make things worse, i was fired in Jan/2002.I had a NY Driver's License, so i could find several jobs afterwards, but i couldn't keep them for lack of confidence being illegal and, most of the times doing silly mistakes that in the US no one can do. So I kept changing low end jobs, and thriving to survive. Sometimes I had part timers, overnight, delivery or catering jobs. I consider myself a jack of all LOW trades. I even worked for a milionaire as a private driver for his cancer ill father and him too. I got that job at monster.com. It was only 2 months when his secretary found out that i was "still" illegal in the country. I began to feel a real imigrant, to be hopeless and sad, but being in NY and to have the chance to start over somehow is at the other side of the coin. And that makes us stay and stick with the dream of a better and honest life. Come back isn't the way out. We know how it's in our countries: money doesn't come as easy as in the US or here in Canada, we get paid monthly, we ge stuck for years doing the same thing without the dream of owning a house or a car, even worse it's to see many other people around us in much more poverty, with no chance, but still smiling under their faith and hard work. Now's a turn point: after 4 months working in NJ as apprentice installing hardwood floorings making 50 dollars a day, I saved 900 dollars and decided to head down South: Florida, beginning of 2004. New life, no Winter anymore. Found a job as waiter and needed new white shirts. And ent to buy them at a famous bargain store. Bought two and stupidly took the third into the bag, was caught and they called the cops because there were more people to be arrested waiting in the security room. Nobody was in fact, but the cop set up court date for me in March/2004. I went alone and the judge gave me a hard time, and sent me to the probation officer, i went tothe meeting where there was ten more other people. At that time I already had a comfortable room, a job, and a cheap but running car. The officer asked for my docs, I showed her my expired passport with the ten years american visa, and my D.L. she took copies and said that i had to come back to see the judge again. And there I went again, at this time I hired a nice lawyer, she charged me 400 and I pleaded no contest. Now I knew the chances to be legal cut down by zero. So, in despair with D.L. expiring Istarted a bogus immigration process so I could get a protocol from the ins and get a Floridaslicense. I did , everybody still does, I guess..and two more years with the right of driving a car in the US, relief! and at the same time sad because of the petty theft. A year later I met this girl from Canada and I decided to come over here with she driving . At the border I didn't want to cross but I took a deep breath after she persuaded me to try. I did and the guard just asked if she was canadian and if she had buyings in her car. After twoo quick and obvious answers we were at the Quebec side heading to Ontario. Piece of cake. Right now I don't want to make the same mistakes as before. So I ask your opinion: what's the best way to get legal over here. I don't want to live off the canadian welfare I already found a job for me under the table as a painter. What i need is good advices in how to do the right thing in getting to work and live legally. I'll marry her, she's been very nice with me, I'm happy now, and i'm saving money for the application fees. But i still have the bug of the United States Florida is very beautiful, warm and tempting, easy living, no matter how many Hurrycanes pass by... Does anybody think that marrying this girl is my best bet? The US could still be an alternative for me?any ideas in how to be shorter in my nest letter? Thnaks and God blees you all!

[Meekas]

Hi, to all of you. My life is being quiet adventurous, but i didn't expect it that way. Well, to begin, i'll tell where i am right now; in Canada. But firstly I imigrated to the US on b-1/2 visa, to work illegaly. Had the job arranged as busboy in NYC. This was in 1999. Overstayed the 6 months. Found a good job with fake papers as busser in a country club till the section 245-i and I convinced my boss to file a job offer, spent a $1,000 and then, as almost everyone else, had to wait.That's when everything turned dark for all of us: September 11!! That was the tragedy! to make things worse, i was fired in Jan/2002.I had a NY Driver's License, so i could find several jobs afterwards, but i couldn't keep them for lack of confidence being illegal and, most of the times doing silly mistakes that in the US no one can do. So I kept changing low end jobs, and thriving to survive. Sometimes I had part timers, overnight, delivery or catering jobs. I consider myself a jack of all LOW trades. I even worked for a milionaire as a private driver for his cancer ill father and him too. I got that job at monster.com. It was only 2 months when his secretary found out that i was "still" illegal in the country. I began to feel a real imigrant, to be hopeless and sad, but being in NY and to have the chance to start over somehow is at the other side of the coin. And that makes us stay and stick with the dream of a better and honest life. Come back isn't the way out. We know how it's in our countries: money doesn't come as easy as in the US or here in Canada, we get paid monthly, we ge stuck for years doing the same thing without the dream of owning a house or a car, even worse it's to see many other people around us in much more poverty, with no chance, but still smiling under their faith and hard work. Now's a turn point: after 4 months working in NJ as apprentice installing hardwood floorings making 50 dollars a day, I saved 900 dollars and decided to head down South: Florida, beginning of 2004. New life, no Winter anymore. Found a job as waiter and needed new white shirts. And ent to buy them at a famous bargain store. Bought two and stupidly took the third into the bag, was caught and they called the cops because there were more people to be arrested waiting in the security room. Nobody was in fact, but the cop set up court date for me in March/2004. I went alone and the judge gave me a hard time, and sent me to the probation officer, i went tothe meeting where there was ten more other people. At that time I already had a comfortable room, a job, and a cheap but running car. The officer asked for my docs, I showed her my expired passport with the ten years american visa, and my D.L. she took copies and said that i had to come back to see the judge again. And there I went again, at this time I hired a nice lawyer, she charged me 400 and I pleaded no contest. Now I knew the chances to be legal cut down by zero. So, in despair with D.L. expiring Istarted a bogus immigration process so I could get a protocol from the ins and get a Floridaslicense. I did , everybody still does, I guess..and two more years with the right of driving a car in the US, relief! and at the same time sad because of the petty theft. A year later I met this girl from Canada and I decided to come over here with she driving . At the border I didn't want to cross but I took a deep breath after she persuaded me to try. I did and the guard just asked if she was canadian and if she had buyings in her car. After twoo quick and obvious answers we were at the Quebec side heading to Ontario. Piece of cake. Right now I don't want to make the same mistakes as before. So I ask your opinion: what's the best way to get legal over here. I don't want to live off the canadian welfare I already found a job for me under the table as a painter. What i need is good advices in how to do the right thing in getting to work and live legally. I'll marry her, she's been very nice with me, I'm happy now, and i'm saving money for the application fees. But i still have the bug of the United States Florida is very beautiful, warm and tempting, easy living, no matter how many Hurrycanes pass by... Does anybody think that marrying this girl is my best bet? The US could still be an alternative for me?any ideas in how to be shorter in my nest letter? Thnaks and God blees you all!