<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:25:45.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life &amp; Times of Willy Chau</title><subtitle type='html'>Thanks for dropping by :) Just writing about random things that have crossed my mind and what not!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-5754718690400281679</id><published>2009-06-21T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:16:09.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Canada&lt;br /&gt;Warner Bros Canada&lt;br /&gt;Desjardins&lt;br /&gt;ATI&lt;br /&gt;nVidia&lt;br /&gt;ING Direct&lt;br /&gt;CIBC&lt;br /&gt;TD&lt;br /&gt;RBC&lt;br /&gt;Scotia&lt;br /&gt;BMO&lt;br /&gt;Universal Studios&lt;br /&gt;The Score&lt;br /&gt;IBM Canada&lt;br /&gt;Google&lt;br /&gt;RIM&lt;br /&gt;Fido/Rogers&lt;br /&gt;Bell&lt;br /&gt;Telus&lt;br /&gt;MLSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-5754718690400281679?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/5754718690400281679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=5754718690400281679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/5754718690400281679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/5754718690400281679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2009/06/note-to-self-sony-canada-warner-bros.html' title=''/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-8588773963918642358</id><published>2008-12-30T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:11:57.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chau-Down</title><content type='html'>This entry was written on 31st of Dec and also January 3rd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well look at that, day 366 of 366, it's almost the end of the another year and i swear, time is flying by so quick.  I would have loved to do a year in review but to be honest, I can barely account for what I did last night let alone the beginning of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth, the most important things I won't forget, just to jog my memory a bit, I made a small list of some things that happened throughout that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First co-op work term!&lt;br /&gt;-loved it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dated, Broke up&lt;br /&gt;-another lesson learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved in with 4 of my closest homies in Waterloo for the fall term&lt;br /&gt;-drama, laughter, tears?... you got it baby&lt;br /&gt;-they're not even my friends, they're my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my first year of university and 2a&lt;br /&gt;-grades could be better but i had a blast&lt;br /&gt;-maximum slackage, minimal work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo'd&lt;br /&gt;-loving it&lt;br /&gt;-2nd one eta: late january&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned the big 19!&lt;br /&gt;-no comments needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it's been a good year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unexpectedly cleaning out some of my bookshelf last night and found some really old pictures and heck even a note i received in grade 9. I definitely took a stroll down memory lane, it's amazing how much I've changed, i definitely got bulkier (call it fat if you want). But I was more focused on how I was as a kid and not to be honest, I don't think I've changed that much, heck I rather call it more defined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was what you could say a "mean" kid in elementary school and definitely confused. I was still trying to find my niche, my role in society and among the popular groups in general. I sold out, I betrayed some friends. I learnt a lesson from it obvious but to this day, I will not lie, I am still that mean kid it's just more filtered and expressed more in a jokingly way. No lie, to my friends, the mean things still come but it's still love and jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With girls, straight up, I'm still shy around them but now, I just open my mouth and if nothing goes awkward, i'm good. I've always preferred to be funny but I can get  annoying but it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- END of Dec 31/08 entry ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wanted to do a year in review of 08 with top 3 things, for a few categories .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies&lt;br /&gt;1. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;br /&gt;2. Batman: The Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;3.  Toss Up: Zack and Miri Make a Porno/Stepbrothers/Tropic Thunder/Pineapple Express/ Wall-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;1. Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;2. Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;3. John Mayer/Lil Wayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shows (new ones I picked up)&lt;br /&gt;1. Criminal Minds&lt;br /&gt;2. How I Met Your Mother&lt;br /&gt;3. Two And a Half Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games (that I actually played)&lt;br /&gt;1. Little Big Planet&lt;br /&gt;2. GTA 4&lt;br /&gt;3. Halo 3 (even tho released in 07, picked it up like mad during exam times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports Related Memories&lt;br /&gt;1. Lakers/Celtics&lt;br /&gt;2. Dropping 30 into an intramural game ;D&lt;br /&gt;3.  Dropping 47 in a triple-OT league game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal&lt;br /&gt;1. Housing with my waterloo family&lt;br /&gt;2. Relationship/Break-up&lt;br /&gt;3. Tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons&lt;br /&gt;1. Some things are just not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;2. Image and rep ultimately sometimes play a big factor&lt;br /&gt;3. Through thick and thin, I know I got my bros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books&lt;br /&gt;1. The Game&lt;br /&gt;2. Bro Code&lt;br /&gt;3. Beermat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magazines&lt;br /&gt;1. GQ&lt;br /&gt;2. Wired&lt;br /&gt;3. Economist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really going to write about something happy seriously this new year but frankly, i'm just not up to it. Not now anyway, I would say I've been suddenly been contemplating last year in the most negative way possible I guess.  I've always considered myself an optimist in every way if you look beyond my cynicism, but the past few days, the thoughts, they were personal and it was all about me. Beyond the gains and amount of success I had this year, the failures like all negative things are often magnified in my eyes but really, i rather not go into the specific things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In probably the simplest ways I can put it, there are reasons why I may seem like a jerk at times or even be one. People change once you get to them know them, I've always been meaner than I actually am for obvious reasons that I've probably said over and over again. It's really really disappointing to believe that some people are actually affected by it that I consider close to me, disappointing, frustrating, depressing, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This "trait", it'll probably never change, the fact of the matter is, I love being a jerk because while yet I'd take a bullet for my friend anyday, the amount of effort I give to gain someone's respect and "love" is just not worth it just pushing them away just makes everything so much more easier in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided this term, I wanted to lose more weight, working out and basketball have always been the best way for me to alleviate stress, while I'm never usually stressed because the amount of working out or basketball I play, it seems like this term I already started off on the wrong step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, this whole new year thang I told myself I would about clean slate with everything (especially girls meaning essentially I move on but like forcing a burp, it can turn ugly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I go through this cycle essentially everytime. When I want to get over a girl, I actually really never do, while even dating C., I had probably left some feelings untouched because frankly I just never laid some issues to bed and even after C and I were done, clearly it showed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actulaly don't even know what I'm blabbering about, I see myself reverting back to the days where I found myself being mean and pushing everyone away. AHhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it might be new year, but hardly anything feels new as I had hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end emo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-8588773963918642358?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/8588773963918642358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=8588773963918642358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/8588773963918642358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/8588773963918642358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2008/12/chau-down.html' title='The Chau-Down'/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-7008567445974167791</id><published>2008-11-02T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T10:07:01.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I need in this life of sin is me and my...</title><content type='html'>To finish the title, for those you know is... my girlfriend but actually it's clearly just me and myself DUH!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know i went into complete hiatus from blogging, but that's how I roll. Blogging to me is just another medium to get some stress out and what not. I guess in saying that, it would probably lead you to believe that I am stressed. I'm not really but I just wanted to get some things off the chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a song that I would have used, but maybe it's a little too personal. I don't want to get too personal on this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who didn't know, I had been dating for around 6ish months with a girl whom I had known for years and had it not been for our immaturity, we probably would have been dating earlier. She goes to school in the UK as she is on  an exchange program with her university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to make the whole distance work but ultimately, it takes a toll and me being the person that I am, I ultimately drifted away myself. I'm kind of glad it ended because it was stressing both of us and we knew maybe it might not work now, but later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm a little sad about it, but not enough to go into a ice cream mood. It was a long time in the making and it was better for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling a few of my friends was probably the best thing though. I have always said that people are shallow (including myself), but with an exception to few have taken offense to what I said. Nobody expected me to be in a relationship cause straight up, I act like an ass and it's easy to lead people. Na it's not be being deceitful, like Jay-Z said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you go, you are what you are player&lt;br /&gt;And you can try to change but that's just the top layer&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere can it be anymore true in this case. I've always been "capable" of getting into. I've tried to change and be more change but ultimately it just led back to me being a jerk. It was easy, and people didn't get all involved in my business which is even better. It's not that I don't mind talking about it, it's just less hassle and stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard it all what people think about it. Oh Will's such a player thinking he just go around "hugging" girls all the time. You can't trust a guy like him, he's a pig. So much criticism (and also compliments). It's a self fulfilling prophecy both ways, I know people think I am, and I act like it and ultimately confirming their beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think I'm this so they treat me with a little more hostility, it's a mere psych term in play. ANd yes, I can officially say I've been brainwashed by my program (psych psych what what!). I back up saying that I'm so friendly with my friends (GUYS AND GIRLS) because I'm comfortable with my sexuality and I know at the end of the day, no matter how many girls I hug and how many times I "hit on" girls, at the end of the night, I am still dating one girl and one girl only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come off as crude and frankly, dirty jokes are my forte. It's all about presentation but like an actor, I had many thinking it was for real. It's not to say I'm a fake, with my friends I have always been an ass and that how it is. With my girlfriend, I can be the same but in a more presentable way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole hitting on girls reminded me of something, I DON'T KNOW HOW to hit on girls. I mean yeah I can sarging and attempt to be a PUA but at the end of the night, this game people brag about, I have it I just know how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read an interview with a judge/producer of Keys to the VIP and the whole concept of game is so negative but he made a valid point that having game can be so handy in other areas than merely just dating. A lot this "picking up" really involves confidence which for those who know me even the slightest bit know that I definitely have an endless supply of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now people can question the things I've said about liking other girls and what not, at the end of the day, I'm a go getter and notice how I didn't make a move because ultimately, like I said at the end of the day I am still dating that one girl and her only. Feelings I had for other people are wrong and I'm guilty of that, but I didn't at any point hide this away from her. We were pretty much in an open relationship but true to our loyalty we both didn't do anything with anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm rambling so to end this. I'll just say, I might not be appear to be bf material on the outside and I'll admit, I have serious problems with my presentation issue, but ultimately, the top layer and inner layer are different from eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to discuss the whole relationship thang with me, feel free. I'm more than happy to talk about it but remind you, it is the past so there's only so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other stuff, lately I've been stressing over school. I've come to the realization that ultimately, I'm not trying my hardest and I think as much as I hate to admit this. I've been self-handicapping myself because ultimately, I am afraid to FAIL when I gave it my all. At least with self-handicap, I can make excuses, that's all it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the insecurities and the expectations getting to me and yes this whole faculty related jokes do get old but they're an easy bail out plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris came into my room a few mins back and said I'm too mild on everything. As enthuastic I can get about things, I still consider very little things to be "personal" or "drama" worthy but that's how I am. I'm too chill on things for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's seriously time for me to buckle down on the academics for real. Nonetheless, hope everyone is safe. Maybe I'll blog more but I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out with love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-7008567445974167791?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/7008567445974167791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=7008567445974167791' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/7008567445974167791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/7008567445974167791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-i-need-in-this-life-of-sin-is-me.html' title='All I need in this life of sin is me and my...'/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-2409784731206123025</id><published>2008-08-27T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:26:36.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swoozie Chains and Nerds!</title><content type='html'>Woo. Been a while since I blogged! Nonetheless, man I can't believe that this term is almost over. I finish this Friday officially. I however felt bad that the new coop will not be getting any training so I volunteered to come in on Tuesday for a few hours to help him. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, time for the rather late Olympic wrap up. It's been full of controversy this Olympics, but one of most watched Olympics as well. The Olympic hero, Phelps or Bolt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I'm going to Usain Bolt. He put on a show for all the people who watched. His introduction acknowledgement tot he crowd was jokes. His prefinish celebration is something I would have done back in my immature cocky days but I appreciated. When you're the best, flaunt it. And celebrations afterwards were just awesome. He brought soem entertainment to a sport where it seemed it was destined to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Bolt over Phelps? Although Phelps did something no one has ever done. You have to understand that swimming awards the most medals in the summer olympics. The amount of multi-medal winners in that sport like 10-15x more than other words. Phelps is a crazy freak of nature athlete but Bolt takes the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Canadian, I'm proud of the 18 medals Canada achieved. They shut up a lot of people in Canada who were already jumping the wagon with the 0 medals we had received 6 days in. Although it's not enough, I do understand many of the athletes fail to attain sponsorships and are part time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been known to go phases and then stop half way to leave them alone forever. Some of them costs alot (my wii), some are cheaper. Lately I've had two possibilities of another reoccurence and they are my new urge to play guitar (stringed + tune + new bag = $30) and this thing called bead sprities or it should be called making Swoozie chains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture a dogchain tags but with something else. Something cooler (at least to me) and more &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v331/102/124/1666710027/n1666710027_58937_4964.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v331/102/124/1666710027/n1666710027_58937_4964.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"retro". 8bit game characters? Confused, I've stayed up the past two days making my own &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v331/102/124/1666710027/n1666710027_58937_4964.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;version (with the limited initial purchase of &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v331/102/124/1666710027/n1666710027_58937_4964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v331/102/124/1666710027/n1666710027_58937_4964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;supplies). Here's what I made so far. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v331/102/124/1666710027/n1666710027_58937_4964.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mario was my first attempt and I had overheated it when ironing it so it looks different. then I made bullet bill (didn;t have white so used yellow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luigi was my third attemp and probably my best one so far. I'm probably going to sport it as my nintendo necklace AKA. Swoozie chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now people have already told me it'll look so nerdy and to explain myself by retelling that happened over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a lounge/club with a bunch of buddies for a birthday jam. Now I was wearing a retro gaming related t-shirt. And dress pants, sort of a retro but yet classy look. Nonetheless, I was at the bar with some friends just chatting it up. Here's how it kind went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W: So yeah, guys. It's been a while since I've seen you man, co-op is too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random guy: It's been a while since you seen your friends cause you've been busy away in your basement gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W: Uh okay buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RG: Face it bud, look at you. Don't lie to your friends, you don't have a job, you just spend all your time gaming. You're a nerd man a fucking nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there were obviously people around so the guys and girls were all like oh shit. My friends were a little bit drunk so they were about to fight but I told them to back off cause i had this on my own. I wasn't drunk or even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W: Man you know what? Now that I think hard about it. You're right! I am a nerd. You must be a genius. But come on man, a nerd? Is that the best you can come up with? Seriously, I already know I'm a nerd. You know the what sad thing is though? Well besides the fact that you're wearing pink and red together and I know Valentine's day was months ago. The sad thing is that despite how much of a nerd I am, I'll probably still steal your girl. So I'll keep doing my thing and you can keep doing yours, but clearly it hasn't been working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd started laughing and "ohhh"ing and I started to walk back to the VIP booth. A girl went up to me and started telling me how she thought it was attractive how I stood up for myself without violence. I kind of just ignored it and was like yeah thanks and went back. I ended up having a drink with her afterwards (she bought me cause gave me a toast).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO from now, whenever people who aren't close or are haters, that'll probably be my response. It's not that I take any offence to it. It's like calling me a chink, WHY THANK you for tellign em something I already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I want to go to the Ex before I move back. Pictures friday of me rocking my chain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v331/102/124/1666710027/n1666710027_58937_4964.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-2409784731206123025?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/2409784731206123025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=2409784731206123025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/2409784731206123025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/2409784731206123025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2008/08/swoozie-chains-and-nerds.html' title='Swoozie Chains and Nerds!'/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-3775761943520254077</id><published>2008-08-19T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:04:15.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the countdown begins</title><content type='html'>And so it's the countdown to school starting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 days until Coop term is done&lt;br /&gt;14 Days until I move in&lt;br /&gt;20 Days until 2A starts again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I can't really wait for school to begin. I've got more planned this year and am definitely going to bust my ass more this term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking up 6 courses and a few new activities will definitely require me to be better on time management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, along with my six courses I plan also to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ultimate Frisbee Campus Rec&lt;br /&gt;2) Basketball Rec&lt;br /&gt;3) Practice Basketball myself&lt;br /&gt;4) Work out at the PAC/CIF team&lt;br /&gt;5) Salsa with the C1 homies&lt;br /&gt;6)Dragonboat&lt;br /&gt;7)Learn Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 is iffy right now. I've always wanted to play the guitar. I guess now more than lately with me listening to John Mayer live &amp;amp; jason mayer live, i've been a little head over heels with acoustic songs.  I have a rather old 1976 Yamaha acoustic guitar lying around that needs to be stringed before I can even learn with a guitar. I've watched some videos and I seem to get the basics but still deciding. Not about to fork out extra cash for this phase that'll pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, initially I wasn't such a fan of "Where the light is" live cd by John Mayer but now I've fallen more and more in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course what update would it be without me talking about the Olympics. I've watched it everyday and heck even checked up on updates at work. What annoys me is how unpatriotic some people can be. And before you question why I don't cheer for China, remember I was born in Canada and often associate myself as a CANADIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, 13 medals right now. I'm proud and I was always proud what we achieved. I wonder what the naysayers can say now. 13 medals in a span of 4 days? Already achieved better than last Olympics and we're expected to 3-4 more. I'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'll admit that I've been quite unreasonably harsh on China and the possible underage scandal. If it is true, it'd be a national disgrace to be honest. Now sure, you can say it's sour grapes by American media outlets that has gotten to me, but remember, they have cheated before. Whatever the case, if I was a resident of China and the scandal was true, I'd be ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, we all remember the Ben Johnson incident, it's the same for this one. And if you don't then well, you're lucky. Pride and Joy of Canada to be found using steroids in the olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I've loved watch these olympics and will continue to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have to add. I really need to get more sleep. My work out is decent and I'm noticing changes in my arms and so have people in general.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for the new term, I have a lot to prove for myself let alone my parents and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S GO CANADA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next blog: Olympic memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-3775761943520254077?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/3775761943520254077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=3775761943520254077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/3775761943520254077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/3775761943520254077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-countdown-begins.html' title='And the countdown begins'/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-7602723675572683301</id><published>2008-08-11T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T08:50:14.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time again.</title><content type='html'>I don't know about everyone else, but I for one have been finding myself trying to watch as much coverage of the olympics as possible. It's the greatest sporting event  in the world period and no questions asked. And I for one will admit that I don't know a lot of most of the sports and  its competitor but the sheer passion and excitement it brings to watch people compete for their country is inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if anything, I'm a bit of a sports junkie even when it comes to being a casual fan so I at least know who's decent and who's not. I watch the olympics to cheer for USA and Canada despite Canada not being good at anything but that's a different thing. So it's obvious that Michael Phelps will be one to watch. Bandwagon or not, as a casual fan, I think it's fine to jump on this bandwagon and it's not like I've been previously cheering for anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday however made me glad to have been a "bandwagon" fan because the 4x100 relay race where USA (Phelps included) won was one of the MOST exciting and exhilarating events I have ever witnessed to this day. I found myself on my feet at the end of the race and cheering for them. It might have been the announcers or the even the hype behind the race or just the fact that it was Michael Phelps, but this race definitely set something inside of me to erupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I try to keep tabs on every event just to diversify myself, but definitely I have tried to watch as many events as possible. Obviously basketball is favourite but the track is exciting with Gay, Powell, and Bolt all going for the 100m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can wait. And obviously, 8 Gold? For the record? Either way, Phelps is going to be the winningest olympian by the end of the Olympics for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, work term is done in two weeks and I'm eager to go back to school. To chill with my Waterloo peeps and to learn again. Like I said, instituionized I am! Oh well. For those who don't know, I recently got contacts and definitely getting used to it. I barely recognized myself the firt time. Especially with sunglasses on, I do kind of like spiffy though ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-7602723675572683301?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/7602723675572683301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=7602723675572683301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/7602723675572683301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/7602723675572683301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time again.'/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-8405996077578983483</id><published>2008-08-05T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:17:45.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what it is lately with me but I've been in a Denzel phrase. I've always loved him as an actor but this summer, I've been watching his movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly this summer has been pretty good, watched SO MANY MOVIES. Old and new, some that quickly come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Debaters&lt;br /&gt;Malcom X&lt;br /&gt;Training Day&lt;br /&gt;American Gangster&lt;br /&gt;THe Hurricane&lt;br /&gt;Remember The Titans&lt;br /&gt;Step Brothers&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;Wall-e&lt;br /&gt;Meet Bill&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for Smoking&lt;br /&gt;Talladega Nights (AGAIN AND AGAIN)&lt;br /&gt;Manchurian Candidate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so many more but definitely, my three fav actors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denzel, Ed North, and Will Smith. With Aaron Eckhart a honourable mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Denzel phase might be over... Who's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must say, I said efore and I'll say it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City of God is one the best movies of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off :)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-8405996077578983483?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/8405996077578983483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=8405996077578983483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/8405996077578983483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/8405996077578983483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-know-what-it-is-lately-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-8745275192539367287</id><published>2008-08-04T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:26:34.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>words of wisdom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEWS FLASH NEWS FLASH&lt;br /&gt;DING DING DING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLY CHAU HAS FIGURED IT OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What you may ask? Well, people have always asked me how I can stay so level-headed and hell why I'm such a "jolly feller?" - (in the words of my grade 12 phil teacher).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simple to explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Ne-yo's song "Go On Girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm too fly to be depressed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that's the line that answers everyone's question. Now don't start to patronize me about how I'm a cocky person. Face it I am, although I prefer to say call confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not cocky, I'm confident so when you tell me I'm the best, it's compliment." - Jadakiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how it is, in everything. With relationships, I fuck it but it doesn't take me to move on. Although I do make frequent returns to same girl, it's in a different light you know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are times, I GET BORED and I want some goddamn attention and I'll say shit to my friends because it seems like my life is so undramatic. More like a documentary than a drama or action movie. It's better sometimes, everyone around me filled with sadness and stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everything, I remain positive as much as possible. This is coming from someone who's the one of the more cynical guys so maybe a lil contradicting, but hey. Sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, my life is easier and I have more time to tend to those with a more complicated life than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Guess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, but see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; Won't take long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; for me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;move on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;please don't worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; bout me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only gonna play the fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; one time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; Trust me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; when I say&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ps. stressed is desserts backwards :) so enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-8745275192539367287?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/8745275192539367287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=8745275192539367287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/8745275192539367287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/8745275192539367287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2008/08/news-flash-news-flash-ding-ding-ding.html' title='words of wisdom?'/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-3697141012995880044</id><published>2008-07-31T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:59:55.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight or Flight...?</title><content type='html'>First and foremost before I start on what I intend to talk about, I have to say...&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED (my g2), anyhow. Back to the topic of the tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how often people (especially people around my age) keep up with the news but for me, it's become almost a morning routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My routine on a work day so far tends to seem like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30-5:45 am: Wake up&lt;br /&gt;5:45 - 6am: Use laptop/surf and read news.&lt;br /&gt;6:00am-6:20: Watch "Breakfast Television" on CP24.&lt;br /&gt;6:30-... : Shower&lt;br /&gt;7:05: Leave house to catch 7:11 bus or 7:21 bus&lt;br /&gt;Also pick up a metro while i'm on the way there. Whenever I drive with mom on short trips, i'm tuned in to 680 news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say I'm pretty up-to-date with the news, but for once, I finally wish I wasn't so caught up. For those who keep up, more than likely will have heard about the incident on the greyhound bus. For those that didn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refer to &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/canada/manitoba/story/2008/07/31/greyhound-transcanada.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to begin with this, although details are still shady. I'm going to assume that this was a random act of violence. I listened to an audio/video clip of an eyewitness describing the occurence, it was scary to listen. I felt sick and I still kind of do. The accident is already so scary nonetheless but the description of the killer's calmness got me scared. What got me more worked up was reading the comments and many people said this could have prevented this if the other people didn't run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, people like that just make me wonder. It's a lot of talk for someone behind a computer. Yeah I'm doing the same but it made me wonder. If I were on the bus with my mom or somethign what i'd do. I'm not afraid to say it, but I think my life and my loved ones (assuming i had someone i knew on board) would be way more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole argument of flight or fight comes into place. To me, the choice is obvious, no doubt I would have probably fled for my life. The internet, it allows everyone to see things and voice things the way they want. We will never know 100% of the circumstances, I think it's safe to say however that regardless of what happens, that the passengers made a good choice. Obviously there will be the knee jerk reaction with all the pro-capital punishment  supports riding this case to their advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how society has been, tehre's more bandwagonners for every story. It's like they're mindless hungry drones that follow the flow sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, tragic tragic incident, my condolescenes to the passengers, victim's family and even the accused's families. Maybe there should have been people stopping this, that's not really safe to call now seeing how hindsight is 20/20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there's some lines from this Jdiggz/George Nozuka song that really speaks worlds to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a playa done that&lt;br /&gt;I'm focused on this little thing we got&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it aint gon stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you would think, Will a playa? no way. The truth is, I had that mentality when I was small and despite me never showing an ounce of that mentality with my school friends. The crowd I hung out was completely different. I was an ass, a jerk, and yeah I've changed now but at times it changes up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make HORRIBLE first impressions and frankly, I don't really care (not applying to jobs anyways for some reason, i'm not pretenious as much as I thought i was, i'm actually quite social).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always tell me don't let what others think about you affect you. For me, it gets to every now and then because my "asshole" rep can cause a lot of things that wouldn't have happened otherwise to occur. I'll admit, I bring it upon myself sometimes but when I make a serious effort only to be shot down because of the rep, it gets frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like I've said time after time, if I'm an asshole and I still make 3-5 friends, then it's not all me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, that's all for today. However, as a reference for myself, I'm going to list some random stuff here, feel free annoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stuff to buy list&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS3 games &amp;amp; accessories&lt;br /&gt;New speaker system for laptop&lt;br /&gt;Platronics PC Headset/Speaker Switch&lt;br /&gt;Some random clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Money to be spent&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Whatever is included above.&lt;br /&gt;-Dinner dates / MP, CL, ...?&lt;br /&gt;-Jan's birthday party&lt;br /&gt;-CNE + Bar with Sam and crew&lt;br /&gt;-gas to reach random places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to save as much as possible seeing how rent will be a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Chau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-3697141012995880044?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/3697141012995880044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=3697141012995880044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/3697141012995880044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/3697141012995880044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2008/07/fight-or-flight.html' title='Fight or Flight...?'/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-6557921357212996422</id><published>2008-07-24T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T12:58:21.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money money, G2 to PS3 :D</title><content type='html'>In an attempt to save up for rent and have some extra cash. I have pretty much planned out how my weekends are going to be. I will now attempt to spend no more than $10 a week. I can probably pull it off if I....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EAT Lunch ONCE at CITI per 5 day work week.&lt;br /&gt;OR just pack lunch from home all 5 days and catch a movie after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I spent some money my PS3, I still have to save up for rent and books for school. With my tuition pretty much covered, I need to start budgetting. However knowing me, this PS3 + my PC gaming will be able to save me out of financial troubles. Of course you mioght think, who wastes $500 for a PS3 and says it saves money. Fact of the matter I only spent $135 is one thing and my cc bills have came out to be at LEAST $300+ with more in others. That $135 will sure keep me busy for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, I just love coming home to my PS3 and gaming now. I don't even care about other things as much anymore. Which reminds me, I have my G2 test next weekend. Mind you all, I failed the first time. To be honest, I'll probably mess up again knowing me. With the lack of practice and even in car classes, I have just lost the motivation to drive now. I seriously don't even like driving that much. It's less of a hassle sometimes but I guess I have my issues with how the system works. Oh well, I'm going to practice over the weekend and days before and hopefully just passs and then not drive until it's time for my G test. Woooweee. I just really want to pass everything now too cause it costs money and everything. $40 for retest, 75 for license, 120 to use instructor's car. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS3 on my newly bought HDTV is AWESOME :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggle on Pro difficulty in NBA 2K8 which is why I'll be entertained for the rest of the year muhahaha or until 2k9 comes out in 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another short and lame post but :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-6557921357212996422?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/6557921357212996422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=6557921357212996422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/6557921357212996422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/6557921357212996422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2008/07/money-money-g2-to-ps3-d.html' title='Money money, G2 to PS3 :D'/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-855521202620002972</id><published>2008-07-23T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T08:18:18.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Dot's Current State, Rita Hayworth and PS FREEE.</title><content type='html'>I've have been putting off writing another blog because I've just been busy. Even at work, I've been doing other things. And obviously at home, I try to catch up on gaming and watching movies/shows. However, something that's been a well discussed subject in the news lately is the concerning state of safety that our city is in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to many high position policitians &amp;amp; policemen, our crime rate is low and Toronto is still one of the safest cities in the Country. The crime rate is lower but the example they used was that the amount of homicides was 6 lower than this time last year. To me, the amount of homicides does not have a 100% correlation to whether or city is any safe or not. Day after day, there are more enough stabbings or assaults where there are minor injuries and not death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times has there been big raids and busts on drug rings lately? Heck even a few of Toronto's finest were one of the many busted. Fact of the matter is, regardless of the crime rate, I've started to realize that Toronto isn't that safe as it is perceived to be. I've lived in my neighbour for almost 10 years now. And I usually keep up with the news, until recently the only serious crime I remember was as a schizo killing his family and himself. Now, there's been shootings and break-ins. My neighbourhood has always been a quiet place with mostly older European families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything's possible right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another topic, I've finally begun  to realize that I'm insitutionalized to a point where I need school/university. Rita Hayworth &amp;amp; The Shawshank Redemption has something about this and is actually where I was first introduced to the term. I honestly have become so insitutionalized that I get bored and start missing school before after half the break is yet to pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school, I took summer school 3/4 years I was there so I had one month to kill and even then, after 2 weeks of complete utter freedom, I was BORED. Now I have a coop job and 4 months and after almost 2 months of getting used to my job, I got bored. And now, with a few more weeks to go, I'm excited for school all over again. It's wack but with school, everything so much easier for my friends and me. Meeting up wasn't as hard. It's not that I'm a bad friend but there was such a hassle with my own work schedules and their own. Also with unforeseen events, it makes meeting up so much harder. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traded in my Wii to get a PS3. Definitely not going to regret this ;)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-855521202620002972?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/855521202620002972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=855521202620002972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/855521202620002972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/855521202620002972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2008/07/dirty-dots-current-state-rita-hayworth.html' title='Dirty Dot&apos;s Current State, Rita Hayworth and PS FREEE.'/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-7521740601857889288</id><published>2008-07-15T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T08:50:56.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning out &amp; Change</title><content type='html'>Until recently, my summer was going well. Not too much happening, work work, and fun on the weekends. I've realized finally as I did infact predicted that I was going to be in a routine and I would like it. That's not the case, I've gotten bored and actually looking forward to school again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you heard me, I want to go back to school. Heck I don't mind going to lectures, meeting new people, listening to the so called "wise" entertain me. School itself represents something else, it presented a freedom which I pretty much had a book but it's probably the closeness among friends that I'm talking about. I could walk around the place and bammm, friends from door to door. It'll be different when it happens in fall seeing how I got my own house, but the freedom will remain the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I'm a terrible friend, maybe it's cause I'm constantly tired and even though my sleep habits can be better, the commute is killing me. I hope work isn't always like this cause there's no way I'm going to hold up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm starting to get more and more excited for school again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House with the guys &amp;amp; (gals)&lt;br /&gt;Getting to play basketball more often&lt;br /&gt;Heck even excited for ultimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my classes, I took an extra class to boost up my average hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;It's good since the 6th course is ECON 102 and I even convinced my friend (whos math frosh) to take it with me so I don't get bored. It's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECON 102&lt;br /&gt;PSYCH 291&lt;br /&gt;PSYCH 253&lt;br /&gt;HRM 200&lt;br /&gt;ECON 220&lt;br /&gt;FR 152.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO SELF:&lt;br /&gt;Enrol in ECON 102&lt;br /&gt;OSAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-7521740601857889288?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/7521740601857889288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=7521740601857889288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/7521740601857889288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/7521740601857889288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2008/07/burning-out-change.html' title='Burning out &amp; Change'/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-6468026066463191005</id><published>2008-07-14T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:59:26.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter.</title><content type='html'>*&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't really edit my entries so there will be plenty of grammatical errors! Less QQ more pew pew alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been known as the guy who talked a lot, sometimes even too much. I'm aware of it, I've worked on what to say, but I do it to the extend that I don't sell myself short. If I got something to say, I'll say it. More than enough times I've gotten into fights because of my lack of regard of feelings when I tell my friends. I've learnt my lesson and I still do it but sometimes filtered but most times not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even for me, there are things I would say in a second, but knowing it'll just stir unnecessary beef. I do need an outlet somewhere and why not just write all out, it won't be explicitly directed to them. A bit of anonymity here and I get to express myself. Plus, any readers I have get to ponder about who I wrote about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who know me somewhat well can probably vouch that I do come off as an asshole, but after you get to know me, I'd say I'm a nice guy with his own share of insecurities. But nonetheless, the people who are quick to judge (can't say I blame them, I'd judge too) often assume I'm something else. It's a little frustrating sometimes but after making a negative first impression, there's only so much I can do. Heck I'm not going to lie, sometimes I get lazy and I act like an ass cause my first impression has always been of an ass anyways. My philosophy has always been, I can piss or scare off 100 people but if i can maintain a few close friends then it's not all me, it takes two to develop a friendship. If they aren't going to bring anything to the table, I know others will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Gilzer0 said "if no one believes in you, anything you do is a positive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless off to the open roasts of the anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In a few months, you will be out of the picture and honestly, I'm still ambivalent about it. Now people will tell me we're still be "close" but I'm going to go off on a limb and say that one of us be distancing themselves in this relationship. Hell, it'll probably be me who does it but seriously, we aren't that close to begin with. I made a poor decision and rushed it but heck, you weren't exactly emotionally available anyways. It's true, we all need to experience it sometime in our life but was it really worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate to say this, but I TOLD YOU SO. That was in my mind when you told me what you thought about him afterwards. Oh well, nothing I could have done, sometimes you have to see things for yourself. Instead of rubbing salt on the wound, I was there supporting you. And why didn't I say anything? First time I said, I took so much shit from your shields who thought they knew better. I'm not blaming them, it's human nature to come to the rescue and sugarcoat the horrible horrible truth. Giving you false hope is where I thought coming was going wrong, but clearly with my rep back then still as negative as ever, how could you take anything I say seriously? After all, I did make the stupid mistake of making it obvious and hell even admitting to your girls. In an instant I was no longer a friend but an enemy. Oh well, that was then, this is now and the now you're about the same. You want to have fun but not at the expense of getting your feelings hurt, don't you realize that as long as your philosophy or personality remains the same, you continue to get attached and eventually, well let's just say your shields won't always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Where do I even begin with you? I don't even know why i'm so attached to you or the thought of what could happen. Our "friendship" is slightly one sided and definitely more inflated because of my infatuation with you. And yeah, I was infatuated back then, I'm not now and I still care. Sometimes I think you consider me a threat or something because you know and I know that I was infatuated with you. Heck, you even told your friends which somehow got to me. You show glimpses of being a great friend but I realized, that's all it is. It's a show for you, I get even remotely close, I get pushed back farther away in a jiffy. As soon as I can get detached from you, I'll be feeling so much better, but what's holding me back? Fool me once, shame on you but fool me twice, shame on me. And definitely, shame on me. I question why I'm still here waiting, it's the glimpses you show that hold me. It's like the coquette-like personality you have that leaves me dumb-founded. But I can only toyed around for only so long. Soon, I'll be able to detach. Hopefully. To you, I can actually say, I miss you but not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You my friend are just something else. You're goal oriented, you know what you want but the thing is, you're like a bunny and you just keep on hopping. Unable to establish anything, you go through a cycle, each one progressively getting more and more difficult to get up from. It worries me but at the same time, it's not me who has to realize it. I've pointed it out but sometimes, I think you overdramatized things for show. The rush is your choice and twice is already once mroe than needed but you just end up doing it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You're one of my closest friends and sometimes, I feel guilty. Guilty for the fact that I indeed for a moment walked away and gave up on our friendship. Maybe the stress and everything that had happened at that moment that pushed me to give up. But what kind of friend gives up? Yeah sure, we were both frustrated, but giving up shouldn't be an answer. I question that decision to this day and I still can't explain why. Random guilt and happiness don't mix that well all the time. I'll manage though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What we had might have been long, but it was brillant. I still wonder what could have been til this day and will continue to. When we first started talking again, no lie, I thought about it hard but realized, that was the past, we're all grown up now and none of this could be. One can wonder though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's all for now. I'm not down or anything, I just got things to say and don't want to name names all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;William Chau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-6468026066463191005?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/6468026066463191005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=6468026066463191005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/6468026066463191005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/6468026066463191005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2008/07/open-letter.html' title='An open letter.'/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-8896974241162230819</id><published>2008-06-05T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T11:45:06.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear not, Will is alive.</title><content type='html'>I'm around :)&lt;br /&gt;Just co-op and everything is killing up my time.&lt;br /&gt;Fear not, new blogs are along the way, meanwhile enjoy some of my other posts :P  (mostly imported from other fb/lj posts)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later peeps :)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-8896974241162230819?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/8896974241162230819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=8896974241162230819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/8896974241162230819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/8896974241162230819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2008/06/fear-not-will-is-alive.html' title='Fear not, Will is alive.'/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-5745890902261849507</id><published>2008-04-27T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:35:59.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From One Home to Another, First Year is Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;*Note*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There &lt;b&gt;WILL&lt;/b&gt; be sentimental lovely duffy shit in this blog so if you're not the type to read this stuff, move on over to the next note! For those who continue I thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Note #2*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this note at various times so you might notice certain inconsistencies with it. For example, I wrote the introduction a few days ago but I wrote some of my thanks last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Note #3*&lt;/b&gt; For those who were tagged, it's cause I mentioned you! Just look for your name in bold :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I go, and brace yourself&lt;br /&gt;For the people who know me somewhat well, you know I can be quite outspoken at times and when it comes to thanks and praise, I'm no different. I've finally settled back down here in Toronto in my room that looks nothing like my room in residence. Everything is just completely opposite and hell, I kind of needed a few minutes just to remember that it's my room. I hadn't been back to Toronto for pretty much a month now and I got to say, everytime I come back it feels like I've missed out on so much here. That's not to say I would take back any of the time I've spent in Waterloo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been donning on me for the first day or two I've spent here how I'm going to replace Waterloo because I know for a fact that I will miss it seeing how I've been there for a while now. Coming to a sad realization, it's not going to be hard at all to replace Waterloo, heck with my coop job already started and plans to meet with friends, in a few weeks the only memories of Waterloo I'll have left is of those from the numerous facebook albums (thank you &lt;b&gt;Chris Zhu&lt;/b&gt; ) that has been posted and most likely this note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered so many things about myself and life in general throughout this year alone. Some things that should have been said have been left unspoken, some actions that shouldn't have been committed had been. But all in all, what's left is wisdom and advice in the form of nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remind myself I'll be back in four months but there will be once again, new faces and new places but things just won't be the same, so to remember the ones I'll most likely forget or just not run into again, this note is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how and where to start but I figure I'll start with people who were close but not the closest to me this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, in laments terms I'm going in ascending order of importance and whatever factors but don't fret, fact you're even here already means you are important to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go on with the individual praises, I just wanted to show some love to all the haters out there.&lt;br /&gt;To those whom I've offended, I apologize for I had no intention of offending you whatsoever. For those who mistaken my intentions for other ulterior motives, I thank you for taking the effort to shape me into another different type of person, it really shows you took the time to care and think of other motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally to those who continually say shit about me behind my back but yet have the audacity to be nice in front of my face constantly, drop the act, what goes around comes around and yes your shit talking has come back to me. Just stop the frontin' cause frankly, it's not worth your time or mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I know how my rep is and how I make my first impressions can be really negative but personally I can live with myself. My rep is always going to be there and I know how it is with people, but it makes it so much easier to realize who my real friends are when people assume my intentions. So thank you to those peoples who give that extra attention ;D. Like I told &lt;b&gt;Zhupoo&lt;/b&gt; last night, it doesn't bother me at all that I have so many haters but at the end of the day, if I make 5 or 6 friends that are made close to me then I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;b&gt; Marielle &lt;/b&gt; said it, I'm generally a nice person with often times I'm loud and blunt, but that's my personality and i'm not trying to be mean, but certainly cross me and I can become a BITCH. I rarely feel the necessary means to become a bitch, call me a pushover cause frankly I am, there is a line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW it's the time to give out THANKS &amp;amp; PRAISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honourable Mentions: &lt;b&gt;Cait Davidson, Myra Khan, Alvin Cheng, Kimberly Lo,   &amp;amp;  ... tba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRYSTINA HUTCHINGS, :) I miss you lots &lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt; Sarah Mark &lt;/h2&gt;Let's see, it all started in SPAN 101 with Penny and you! God that class was &lt;b&gt;SO BAD&lt;/b&gt; but yeah we all dropped cause frankly, we suck. Let's see, we hit it off the bat pretty good with you. First with you spamming my textbook with HOW MUCH I SUCK apparently and then our "MSN" conversations on paper baha. Then of course, who can forget the wonderful hours we spent together in MC teaching you the wonderful ways of accounting! Nonetheless, good times!&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about over dinner bahaa but i expect foooood :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Dominic Ho &amp;amp; Jenny Chiu&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;b&gt;DomHo&lt;/b&gt; - It's funny that I write this that you just officially left our suite for good. I only met you this year and the &lt;b&gt;FEW&lt;/b&gt; times you were actually home, we had a few good laughs here and there. And of course, the adventures of DOMFUNGCHAU, history in the making man. It was a pleasure having you as my roomy and you're going places man, greatness is within you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jenny Chiu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually met you before I met my own roommate in Dominic, I didn't have you in any of my courses first year but in AFM 123, we definitely bonded, I got to say, it was fun the times we actually went aha. That last week of cramming sure was fun fun fun! Much thanks for tolerating my rants about just life in general :D. See you around fellah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Clement Chan&lt;/h2&gt;Well let's see, I met you in middle school when we used to go to Saturday school, who would have thought I'd see you again ESPECIALLY in my frosh group aha. It was a good week catching up on all the crazy antics that used to happen during Saturday school. Then theres MAC lab study sessions from hell. And no one is going to forget the AFM tutor sessions aha. And remember, you still owe me a lunch :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Paul Singh &amp;amp; Ray Ramnarine&lt;/h2&gt; Man oh man, I had just had to put you as a group. What can I even say about you two? Well heck,&lt;b&gt; Paul&lt;/b&gt;, you're my boy and a TYPICAL alpha male but you're pretty chill and funny. Thanks for the hookups :D. And &lt;b&gt;Ray&lt;/b&gt; my philosophizing friend who I have to admit has one of more informed tastes in Hip-hop. Much respect there buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt; ROOM 206 &lt;/h2&gt;Oi, girls girls girls, you three are great. Listening to my late night rants about so and so. Sometimes I wonder how you held up with Chris and me and our annoyingness. &lt;b&gt;Sukhjeet, Keshi, &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Amandeep,&lt;/b&gt; you three gave me a perspective on some of my rants and hell even dished out some rants yourself. And always remember, I'm not COCKY, I'm confident :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt; Room 207 &amp;amp; Co.&lt;/h2&gt;Big list of people here! &lt;b&gt;Helena, Monica, Iva, Peter, Aileen, &amp;amp; Carmen &lt;/b&gt; It was great to have met you all, we had a few rough run-ins every now and then (which basically composed of me being a pest in your room). Thanks the late night chill stuff for most of first term when complete boredom ensued. Discussions ranging from guys' height to taste testing lip gloss, it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Mario Watson &amp;amp; Samantha Wong&lt;/h2&gt;You know I had to group you guys as a couple since you're pretty much INseparable. Remember, you two were first close because of the random wii night our suite. That TECHNICALLY makes me matchmaker. Haaha, I kid I kid! For all the stupid jokes we have made during our random outs to the plaza for food. Although there are times where your PDA absolutely disgusts me, you guys are still one of the closer friends that I have made during the terms. From our "taste testing" of different liquids aha to our dinner conversations, they all have made Udub a funner place. How you two remain together is beyond me but it's heartwarming at times to know you two are so strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Kyrene Kim&lt;/h2&gt; KYLE! Oh man, I feel kind of bad nowadays, we like corrupted you. You were so innocent! Remember our "floor party" where you hit yourself with the ball! Bahah that was great, so yeah frosh week was great hanging with you on a few nights! Introducing me to Jordan and Nevin were great and oh yesh, our &lt;b&gt;Mandee&lt;/b&gt; adventure was fucking great wasn't it? I swear, PSYCH 257 would have been so boring BEYOND BORING if it weren't for you! And yesh, we got raped on the final! Although I'll admit, I'll probably not see you as much since you're living so far but always remember, WE'RE PSYCH majors so our paths will cross more often than that, so Kyweenie, see you around buddy =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt; 13th Floor Homies &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nilesh Pandey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My man, you actually DIPPED yesterday and I gotta say, we had some crazy antics this year. Be it our stupid shit talking to eachother ESPECIALLY during the basketball games and even afterwards. We were pretty much the 3rd &amp;amp; 4th wheels to Sam &amp;amp; Marios relationship aha! It was a blast meeting you and hopefully it will be a blast living with you next year :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Glenn Hartmann&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhaha, Glenn, gotta say man, you're mad weird in a cool way. And sometimes, you look like a 12 year old aha! You're probably one of the more quiet ones which is good cause we're loud ass mofos. And we're on to you and you're undercover godiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Andrew Cha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my basketballing singing man-crush! It was good to at least meet someone who someone took basketball as serious as me and remember man, next term, if you don't make varsity, our intramural team might actually win the league baha! It was a blast at Mels and random other places to eat. Mr english tutor for Peter, that went WELL RIGHT? Catch ya in July or something when we go to the Falls ;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Cody &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even have facebook but you're the last guy that I got in touch with out of the whole 13th floor crew. You're the realest and most down to earth of the groups! Our trip to Arthur with Chris was a blast. Can't wait to live with you :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt; Stephen Chen &lt;/h2&gt;I don't even remember how I met you but man oh man, it's been good knowing you! Our random talks that just seem to make time fly but it was all good but we had loads in common. It was kind of weird, you would always go MIA during the terms but yet the occasional drop by my suite would always spark up the conversation. It's definitely been fun chilling with you on random occasions man! Too bad you left like yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt; JULIA LEE &lt;/h2&gt;Hmm, you're probably THE HARDER ones to write about, "miss i don't like to be thanked." But yes, this is a special occasion so I get to praise you all I want muhaha! So we kind of technically met in our frosh group but I'm pretty sure you were too hungover to have remembered me baha! But yes, night of the great flood, i think your first words to after we got introduced were "Oh my god! I see you everywhere, are you stalking me?" Even though I lived in Beck Hall, I was in your program, and ... a psych major! Yes but our late night Williams adventures and our late night MSN conversations. I needed those every now and then, you are my voice of optimism just because I seem to not be optimistic enough at times! And remember, I'll make you something better than a star baha. Dingle dates are fun :)! SEE you in our psych classes and man oh man, you live close to me too baha! Remember, I'm in like with you baha! I'm not going to lose your rose muahah! And my cousin IS RUDE but I love him. Haha, that flower lady =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt; JONATHAN FUNG &lt;/h2&gt; My roomie, my best friend since like grade 3 man! It's been a tough year man, I know i havent been the best roomie but we stuck it through man! From our long talks that went on for hours to our random screaming up the vent. This year has been tough academically for both of us but more you obviously. I wish you all the luck with your accounting future, it's mad competitive and i completely understand ur situation aha! Hope we'll at least chill over the summer;D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;h1&gt;MANDEE POON&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;You seriously left like a few hours ago and I swear I'm already missing you so :(! I feel like I haven't been able to chill with you lately and it sucks! But... Mandizzle "() Poontang! Where can I even start with you? It's pretty much a miracle we met eh. If it weren't for me following Kyrene that morning, I don't really think our paths would have crossed much if at all! So many memories with you, thank yoiu for all the late night talks, I definitely needed all of them. I love our inner jokes to death and remember, I still have your ring ;D.But do you remember the first thing you said to me? Hi, would any of you like anything to drink? Maybe a Stella or a bottle of water? That sounds normal right? It would be but not at 10am! Gosh, from our late night talks to our AFM walks, from our moments of worry and panick to our successful and relief filled moments, you've been my homegirl, i love you to death ()! Jeeez, from our lowest lows to me serenading you with MUSIQ soulchild in AFM, it's been a blast and we better chill before you DIP for HK fob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt; 205 GIRLS &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt; Sukhjeet "Sukh Sukh" Bains! &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez You RULE! That's all I gotta say, initially even though you were my 205 girl i didnt feel like i was that close to you just because you never really stayed for the whole week but I'm kind of glad you decided to stay near the end! Because of the two lovebirds always doing their thang, we ended getting to chill and bonding more and now, you're like my tall homegirl for life! Remember the time we had our BRIEF walk into the park which was interrupted becuase you saw a rabbit and got scared! Then while walking back to Willys, we fully saw two gay guys making out then having to walk by them? Like WOAH, CALM YOU hormones. Of course that night was fully a journey and we even walked to timmys and i showed you the inside route baah! That night awesome and what about the time you MADE me your slave and i had to fully push you SNOWED-in car, I gots to say, that was fun for a while just to see you scared face aha. And our McD date for lunch on the day you left just to see this hot asian girl :D! Gotta love it, and who can forget about our french dates, we're such cheating FAILURES! Aha! No worries, you will set hands on Mr. Ricky or even another ricky-alike sooner or later. :D Remember, I FULLY slept on Simmy's bed just to keep you company :D! Friggin didn't get any sleep though cause of that cursed bed who likes to hurt me. I hope you don't end up like SIMMY man, fully going to bed at 10! That was not cool and as promised, your 19th, i will make a rare appearance to that clubbing thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt; Simran "Simmy" Kandola &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMMMMMMMAY! You fucking bitch! What's up, aha I remember the first time I saw you, LIKE HOW RUDE. Fully walking in and out and like staring at me as IF I was the rude one. Baha, yes i still remember that among other things. I swear I was such a weirdo initially! But yeah, our Farrah dates which ended up getting MINI EGGS (MMMM YUMMAY). And remember sugar mountain? I'm fully in jshorts and you're like in your eskimo outfit, such a fraidy cat. My oh my, remember our Tuesday nights where it was fully "let's have WILL destroy SIMMY's hope and dreams" sessions. Oh man, those were so fun and we all know how it went from tuesday nights to practically every day aha! Remember the WILLIAMS date we had when it was just us two :(! Man, that was AWESOMe and fully made my day, made me realize a lot of friends! You're so dependable, remember how I called you when you were so PISSED, friggin went off on me but that's good cause it's healthy and obviously I just had to drop the "COCKSUCKERMOTHERFUCKA" line! Ahhhh! I'm glad you're so WEIRD just because you have some random times where you KILL my dreams but I do need it just because, who else is going to keep it real? Lavv you =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt; &lt;b&gt; Marielle "TC" Bryck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to maybe ANNOY you, I'll start hope with a statement. BlackBAMA loves ROSEDALE ROSEDALE ROSEDALE :). Baha, i loved how you would fully go off on me because of it. Ms. NORTH YORK, and I remember the time you actually did it in public boy that was EMBARASSING for me. HAHA I kid, I fully love you to death and you know, if you're going to make an ass of yourself, it will be only because I've already an ass of myself. Man oh man, it all started on FB when you added me and we exchanged like 3 messages then boom. Finally it took me about a week to recognize you! Then i was being weirdo, and scaring you all the time, now the only time i make you scream is ....? when i'm sleeping on your bed HAHA! and... well, it involves FEELY :)! Which might I add makes me SO HAPPY for you! Anyways your birthday soon and we will have sleeeepzovers at your place muHAHA! I can't wait, I'm already deciding to buy you a gift of some sorts :) But lala, I'm glad you introduced me (and obviously US) to your sister "NICCCCOLE." It used to start with me saying BOO and scaring you to death but now, I only SCARE you with HUGS :)! You're my g-yo! Remember MTV cribs, no touching the STARS :P! God, we did so many stupid stuff this term, prank calls to PAUL as Failing Wang. aha. BUt Marielle, you're a creeper, you always seem to find me when I'm in my bathrobe yo! What's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;MS^2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, there are so many memories that I have of you girls but I'm not going to bother writing any because I might become a writer but, this all I have to say and I quote... HM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;They say that good things take time, but really great things happen in the blink an eye &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well girls, I guess I must have had the longest blink possible, because it's been pretty much 8 months and well, you girls are definitely my &lt;b&gt; ONE IN A MILLION &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chris "Christina Zhupoo" Zhu &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, man, you're the closest guy friend to me in Waterloo this year. It's so funny how we agree on so many things yet our approaches are so different. I got so much respect for you man which explains why I sometimes freak out on you but it's all love! I apologize for that, but seriously, WHO CAN tolerate our random debates over random shit? I swear everyone thinks we're bitching and wanting to kill eachother but between you and i, we both know it's just intellecutal discussion! But man, you annoy me with your "ARTS" disses and i you with my "GAY" disses. It was a blast and I can't wait for september man. Our shennigans will be up in full force once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I actually finished it. It pretty much took me two weeks becuase of the whole studying all.&lt;br /&gt;For those whom I didn't mention but i doubt you would have it anyways, my BAD for missing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learned this term? Besides that I actually had it in me to develop some study skills and that i need to maintain them is that, despite my obvious personality problems, I'm still able to make friends and hopefully keep them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, my future is important but it's the friends that you have that fully makes it worthwhile and enjoyable and I'm more thankful to have such awesome friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my next blog, Willy Chau signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-5745890902261849507?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/5745890902261849507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=5745890902261849507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/5745890902261849507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/5745890902261849507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-one-home-to-another-first-year-is.html' title='From One Home to Another, First Year is Done'/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-1916924504273896657</id><published>2008-03-10T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:34:35.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One-itis?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content clearfix"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;h1&gt;*Disclaimer*&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following note is my take on a "disease" that's common among everyone at one point of their life or another. Don't take me too seriously but then again, it is all in fun but there might or might not be an underlying message. It's really all to your subjectivity but I hope you can appreciate the humour or hell even the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=46674&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=8564504291&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=8564504291&amp;amp;id=1666710027"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 359px;" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" class="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v189/102/124/1666710027/n1666710027_46674_8746.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;A common one-itis victim in action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One-itis&lt;/b&gt;! Yes, you heard me! &lt;b&gt;One-itis&lt;/b&gt;, how can I even begin to mildly describe it. Described as a social disease that often "cockblocks" a man/woman from developing any interest in a new member of the opposite. It is when a person gets fixated on a single member to whom one thinks is above one and totally unique so any mistake will the end all and be all of the friendship or to be developed friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bluntest way I like to describe one-itis is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Often confused with love, this is the feeling that a particular person is actually special. This is just an illusion; this person is the same as the other three or so billion. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you heard me. If it's not working out now despite all your damn attempts, there is a reason why. And sure, you might say, "But Will, sometimes people aren't aware of what they really have." Frankly for me, I find it more romantic (yes I am a hopeless romantic so sue me) to have the person realize on their own that they actually like me instead of me giving that little push but then that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But however, &lt;b&gt;one-itis&lt;/b&gt; occurs in all people but as we grow used to this feeling, we soon find certain ways not to get all caught up in the game. Maybe it's a bad thing to build a certain resistance to not getting "hurt" because all the built up cockblocking and emotions. Some people do build a fortress and not let anyone in but that's them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one, I allow people in but like respect, it takes some amount of work before you can lose it just as fast as a blink of the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I'm extremely vulnerable to one-itis, but even for me, I come to a point where I realize, just gotta move on not without a lot of thinking but it's something that you need to overcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of going off topic, the cure for one-itis? Well there isn't a solidified one, everyone is different. For some, it blows by fast after some realization, for others who are caught up in the moment, it might be a plague until it's really getting to the point where a person is already down in the pits of misery with nowhere to go but up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recommended cure? Go out and find other girls/guys, hell date around, go to a party and actually interact with the people on a higher level than just friends and if at the end, you still feel the same about this "one," then well, it just might be. If not though, you have probably experienced &lt;b&gt;one-itis&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a recovering victim of one-itis, I can tell you all, it's better off without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baha, I make myself laugh sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I wish everyone best of luck. University is pretty much going into the stretch run now so I got to step up my game.&lt;br /&gt;Peace :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-1916924504273896657?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/1916924504273896657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=1916924504273896657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/1916924504273896657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/1916924504273896657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-itis.html' title='One-itis?'/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-6033480873687690733</id><published>2008-03-05T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:33:58.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch-22</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content clearfix"&gt; &lt;div&gt;This may or may not make sense, but for those who figure it out, props to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's at the point where it's pretty much becoming a &lt;b&gt;routine&lt;/b&gt;. Everyday, there's stressors coming left, right and center. No general adaption model, or life change model, or transaction model can explain any of this regardless of the solutions and etiology they propose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming to the point where the only way to alleviate stress is either on the court or through the magic of music. Hell, even a visit to ever so wonderful CCV for a nice relaxing time can just rejuvenate the tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But day after day, it's just becoming so repetitive that it's building tolerance and like a cocaine addict, there is a demand for more and more just to reach that euphoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the situation, it's  &lt;b&gt;catch-22&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Some think it would be selfish, some say selfless but it doesn't even matter what it is because it's catch-22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=46361&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=8353689291&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=8353689291&amp;amp;id=1666710027"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 359px;" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" class="" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v215/102/124/1666710027/n1666710027_46361_3933.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I'm not really in of any stress that causes me major dysfunction, I manage it quite well. The two outlets I've listed are not the only outlets I have but they are the most frequent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-6033480873687690733?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/6033480873687690733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=6033480873687690733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/6033480873687690733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/6033480873687690733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2008/03/catch-22.html' title='Catch-22'/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-4839062578236065501</id><published>2008-02-28T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:32:59.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and Time again?</title><content type='html'>Note. Those whom I tagged just popped into my head and for those I missed, I still &lt;3 you and I apologize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was, outside of my PSYCH 211 class in AL waiting to write my Test #2, and I overhear a conversation with simply one quote that stands out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"He's just not worth my time."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking pretty hard actually, and not about the test that I was about to write (sadly) but more about how time is not always appreciated and valued for its importance. I'm sure you've heard the clichés about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I just don't have the time anymore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Time is money &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure there is more but of course, my mind totally went out the window right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to the conclusion that time is more important than everyone thinks it is.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted something pretty badly and ended up not getting it? In most cases, it's probably because you weren't willing to put your time in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this way, most of things you possess was achieved through time.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't get friends just like that, you invested your &lt;b&gt; TIME &lt;/b&gt; on them to create a friendship. At a job, you get paid for your &lt;b&gt; TIME &lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is something you exchange for other things. Like they said "when one door closes, another one opens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, the next time you really want something really badly be it a clean room, good marks, or even a healthier lifestyle, think to yourself, are YOU going to invest all that time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of ties in with my blog about resolution and why they tended to fail, it's because of the lack of commitment. &lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt;, with that being said, people still need to realize that there some things that no matter how much time you invest in, you will never be able to get it or fully achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me for instance, I've invested a lot of time in trying to develop some friendships when it was clear (or at least it's been clear now) that they weren't going to invest any of their own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell even in relationships, I've invested my time, my blood, sweat and even tears but some things aren't meant to be. It might not even have to be relationship related, I will never be a pro athlete regardless of how many hours I play at the PAC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, people have to be straight up with themselves, be honest and be realistic with you situation. To me, time is one of the most important things that we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Don’t count every hour in the day, make every hour in the day count.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When thinking about this blog and what I was going to write, I thought my own life. For those who know me beyond just a friend, you would probably know that I have earned my reputation as the guy you go to aka. Dr. Will for advice or just to talk. Sometimes I think I deserve more credit than that, yes I'm extremely proud of the reputation but sometimes, I also question why exactly people come to me of all people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends say I'm comfortable to be around so talking about meaningful issues is much more easier (&lt;b&gt;Marielle &amp;amp; Simmy&lt;/b&gt;). Another friend says I go out of my way to make thngs less awkward for them (&lt;b&gt;Teena &lt;/b&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, I value friendships because knowing at the end of the day, those are things that usually last the longest. Relationships will come and go at the age we're in but friendship will last. This is exactly why I think I get so many friends coming to me because people know, I put my &lt;b&gt;time&lt;/b&gt; into developing them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing about advice is as Mary Schmich said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of&lt;br /&gt;fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the&lt;br /&gt;ugly parts and recycling it for more than&lt;br /&gt;it’s worth."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading once again =)&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time I feel like writing, God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-4839062578236065501?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/4839062578236065501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=4839062578236065501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/4839062578236065501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/4839062578236065501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-and-time-again.html' title='Time and Time again?'/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-3569335381449415490</id><published>2008-02-20T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:26:04.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a horse and its blinders</title><content type='html'>I don't know if it's just me but i'm more almost certain that everyone has encounter this certain situation in their life at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being taking for granted just because a person has their eyes set on a certain goal.&lt;br /&gt;It's everywhere nowadays,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People and their goals (be it a crush, a certain academic achievement or emotional/mental goal) is like a horse wearing blinders in a race. The horse with the blinders is completely unaware (or ignorant) of its surroundings and can stay completely focused on the sole purpose of reaching the finish and ultimately achieving their goal. Another reason is that shadows often scare the horses and once again, throwing them off their focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the horses wearing blinders and apply it to real life. People wear blinders and completely shut/cut off others in order to reach that one goal that they believe will bring them happiness. Or maybe is it because they're scared of the surroundings around them will throw them off and eventually make them fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit i've taken others for granted in my life jsut because i had my own specific agenda to attend to, and i myself admitted that it was my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN someone as hardheaded (stubborn, whatever you want call it) as me can admit to being wrong, how is it that more often that not i see people still in their blissful ignorance enjoying life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it bedazzles me, and yes, i know i might sound like i'm beating a dead horse, but that's not my objective. I'm merely attempting to give people some insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you cut/ignore someone because they serve of no use to you, for a moment just try to understand where they're coming from. The next time you're about to break down a crush that someone has for you just because you have your own. Try to understand where they're coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it might just be another blessing in disguise. Plus who doesnt like to cheer on the dark horse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the nicest people are being taken for granted for those who are anything besides nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dont ever look a gift horse in mouth.&lt;br /&gt;ps. that's an english idiom btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-3569335381449415490?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/3569335381449415490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=3569335381449415490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/3569335381449415490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/3569335381449415490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2008/02/horse-and-its-blinders.html' title='a horse and its blinders'/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-4051752757292566262</id><published>2008-02-13T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:32:07.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Things and an update</title><content type='html'>Ah, it's been a while since I actually did one these blogs and some actually enjoyed it. I recently watched a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note_redirect.php?note_id=8009784291&amp;amp;h=4c5d8f7e1e18ee621a41fe9282cdf44d&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DSAmS_5H5g0A" target="_blank" title="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SAmS_5H5g0A"&gt;vlog&lt;/a&gt; (video log) on youtube from a guy who I subscribed to. Let's face it, we're all aware of this time of year and how much attention we pay to it varies from person to person. If you're playing stupid or just having a slow moment, yes I am speaking of &lt;u&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/u&gt; or&lt;u&gt; Single's Awareness Day&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not the one to claim to be an expert on relationships cause hell, I've been flying solo for a while now but time and time again, I am sought after for advice. From the video, he lists 12 things about Love. Just 12 things!!!? You might wonder why just 12, there are more of course but everyone has their preferences. The 12 things he talked about on his vlog for the most part I agree on. I'm going to elaborate on them with my own views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  BEWARE  *&lt;br /&gt;All of these are very cliché but merely look past that and realize the meaning it is trying to convey as well as my message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;12 Things About Love:&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No man or woman is worth your tears... and the one that is would never make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;Think for a second and just understand the tears we speak are of sadness and yes, there are people TRULY worth your tears but would they intentionally hurt and make you cry? For all I know, the only tears that person cause you are tears of joy and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to love you, doesn't give you the right to get unhappy/testy or salty with them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure most of us have been in this situation, questioning ourselves on why our crush doesn't reciprocate our feelings back to us. Hell sometimes, we even question their own decisions and search for a reason why. In layman's terms, there isn't always a specific reason to why people don't like you and if you demand a reason, don't kid yourself but no one owes you a reason. If you get so caught up, remember this, at one point in your life, someone may have been your boots but yet you probably showed little to no interest at all. If the shoe fits then wear it, if it doesn't then obviously, it's not you or the shoe's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The worse possible way you could miss somebody is; sitting right next next to them, knowing you can never have them.&lt;br /&gt;Not all of us have experienced it. Hell, at first I thought this quote was some shit from like fucking Hollywood. The fact of the matter is that this shit happens. In a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note_redirect.php?note_id=8009784291&amp;amp;h=62f6766110ffbb9b1a722dbe67ff4119&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FThe_Game%3A_Penetrating_the_Secret_Society_of_Pickup_Artists" target="_blank" title="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Game:_Penetrating_the_Secret_Society_of_Pickup_Artists"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; I was reading, the author says most times the things that fall into our lap are the things we are most likely to take for granted. Sometimes, you just have to live with this situation, expect the worst (that this will remain the same) but hope for the best. There is really nothing sweet I can say about this because it is truly a sad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't be so quick to blame the other guy/girl for things wrong in the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Things happen, disagreements will happen in a relationship. Instead of making it worst by blaming your partner, why not talk it out. Things like a disagreement or an argument test your relationship, they build a stronger rapport for each and every thing that pasts by. If a single disagreement can cause just a strain in a relationship, something has to be done. Just work it out. People tend to blame more than trying it to work it out. This just doesn't apply for relationships, it also applies to life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. To the world, you may be just one person; but to one person, you may be the world.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says things they didn't mean or they didn't mean for the person to interpret in that specific way. Before you start bashing on someone just remember that everything you say may or may not just push them further away. Once again this has ties with the whole taking things for granted that are just put onto your lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't make somebody your priority while you continue to be their option.&lt;br /&gt;This quote is a quote I use often if any point when I have to give advice. Sometimes we get so caught up in the moment and more often than not, people LEAD themselves on by merely making their person their priority. It's not fair to you if you're going to make that person your #1 when they merely think of you as a friend. And it's also unfair when you blame them for not noticing you or realizing how much you mean to them because like I have already mentioned, not everyone will realize what has been given them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. It is possible for God to potentially want you to meet a few wrong people before you meet the right person.&lt;br /&gt;Shit happens, we will get into those bad relationships where we are treated like shit. I always have said, there is no way to know what is absolutely amazing and once in a lifetime without having experienced shit. Sure, there are those people who just land it but realistically, does that occur to everyone one? I believe in order to grow and mature, we need to have experience certain points on the spectrum. Shit like this builds character and develops a point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I was burned but I called it a lesson learned" - Alicia Keys. Things may have ended in bitterness but just appreciate it because there was a reason this person was in your life. Things like this helps us realize the beautiful things that are surrounding us. Rejection builds character. Although a lot of people don't believe. "what doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger." I believe that something in this case is very true. Be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. There are always going to be people that hurt you- it's a good idea to keep on trusting but in the future, just be more aware of how you exercise that trust.&lt;br /&gt;There are some people that the more they get hurt, the more harder it is for them to open up or worst yet, they build a brick wall completely isolating their emotions and trust from other people. Do not do this as much as it sounds like a smart plan, please continue to open yourself up but just merely be smart about it. People have a tendency to continue with their ways that constantly end up in them hurting themselves and some just shut theirselves out. Find a middle between the two and just continue to trust and bridge connections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Make yourself a better person and know who you are before you try to get to know anybody else and expect them to know you.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships end sometimes because there was a certain flaw in you and your partner. Since the flaw in your partner is beyond your control, fix your own flaw. Know who you are as a person, embrace the change that occurs when you change your ways. Be proud of who you are. If you don't know who you are, surely you can't expect a stranger or even a friend to completely understand you. And don't lie to yourself, that's the beauty or beast of life sometimes, the only person who knows the truth is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Don't try so hard. These things happen when you least expect them.&lt;br /&gt;We all put our focus on a certain someone or something every now and then. It's alright to have your mind on the money but often the best things will pass you by and you would have been so focused on something else ultimately missing it. It's nice to have a plan but be aware of the things that pass you by because you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON.&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes find this hard to believe and still debating but remember, things happen and we might not be able to change it but instead, realize that this event has occurred and just merely embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  END  *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That took me a while but I just got a sudden urge to write about it. That's just how I am when it comes to blogging. It's like I'm a binge blogger. Nonetheless, midterms, work, and reading are starting to pile up. For me, I find myself trying to focus but struggling. I live for moments in where I have to step up my game but yet nowadays, I've just been unable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, when my next blog comes out depends on if I find an inspirational topic to write about but as for now, everyone good luck on your midterms and school in general. Reading week soon =)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-4051752757292566262?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/4051752757292566262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=4051752757292566262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/4051752757292566262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/4051752757292566262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2008/02/12-things-and-update.html' title='12 Things and an update'/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-5326678332266499743</id><published>2008-01-04T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:30:30.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19% Success and An Ode to Friends</title><content type='html'>During a ride to three different bookstores for a book entitled Strauss' "Game: Penetrating the&lt;br /&gt;Underground Society of Pick-Up Artists", I was listening to 680 News on the radio (my mom loves to&lt;br /&gt;listen to it while driving). Came across this stat which I found on their site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Angus Reid study for BMO Financial found that 96 per cent of Canadians make New Year's resolutions, but only 19 per cent of both men and women achieve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not a downer but I just found it an interesting stat but nonetheless. Moving on, I didn't end up finding the book but ordered it online. Picked up his companion book which is somewhat of a how-to book. It offers tips on how to improve social skills which I’ll be honest I can have problems. I’ll be frank, I do get “approach anxiety” every now and then but I’m slowly getting out of my shell. So if there’s my resolution. I’m going to finish this stylelife challenge in the 30 days. Plus, I’m not trying to get a date and everything but improving my social skills anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been watching Keys to the VIP lately and been loving it. It’s one of those shows where it’s either you think it’s stupid or you’ll get a good laugh at it. It might not appeal because frankly, it really should appeal to the Alpha male anyways. I’ll admit, I’m totally the opposite type but I totally love watching it for a good laugh. Looks dumb in commercials but definitely recommend giving it a try aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t really know how to start this ode of mine or even how to begin with initially but upon listening to “Everybody ‘s free to wear sunscreen” which is an article turned into song. It was played at my grad and initially I shook it off as just nothing. I read into the article and there are a few lines that always conjures a lot of thoughts and appreciation for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I wanted to write this ode was because my friends have been saying my last few entries have been a bit on the down side in terms of friends but I’m quite appreciative of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quote reminds me of a late night msn conversation I had with a long time friend (you know who you are so yeah no use tagging you). She was possibly the longest and quite close friend I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it funny how we kind of became to be friends in the first place. We knew each other because of elementary school but we never had a liking for each other. I was a jerk and I somewhat hated her which I don't remember why and she really didn’t like me either but that’s that. I changed and years later we continued to talk on msn for reasons why I don’t know. Eventually I changed my personality a full 180 and valued her advice and just overall friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had so many friends all from different stages of my life but they all played a role in shaping me as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because of this…&lt;br /&gt;This is to all the elementary school friends that put up with me and my asshole ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(John, Vanessa, Dora, Angel, and Ernest).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For without your support and friendship, I might have been even a bigger grade A asshole&lt;br /&gt;Countless insults and childish remarks have been projected toward you that should have been compliments instead&lt;br /&gt;There are not enough words to describe how much of an impact you have played in my life..&lt;br /&gt;It’s been like 10 years and you’ve seen my lowest point and my development in a “nice guy” and who I am now. It’s been 10 years so let’s make it another 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to the select few friends I made in high school that mean the world to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katrina, Matt, Teena, Mik, Prunella, Steph B.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, sometimes I wish they didn’t take off OAC for because an extra year with all of you would mean another year of countless jokes and hours of laughing.&lt;br /&gt;This is for the numerous afterschool journeys to McDonalds to discuss various shit in our teenage lives&lt;br /&gt;This is for lunch spare car rides to Metro Square for lunch and a laugh with my dad&lt;br /&gt;This is for the infinite inside jokes we all share&lt;br /&gt;This is for the legendary “game days” in which time was well wasted playing boggle and the game of life&lt;br /&gt;This is for the late night MSN conversations about abundant issues in which everyone needs to talk about&lt;br /&gt;This is for making four years of my life seem like one&lt;br /&gt;This is for making the horrors of growing up a huge delight and enjoying&lt;br /&gt;This is for shaping me up and leading me at times where I was loss&lt;br /&gt;For growing up during high school and those pivotal years of teenagehood would have been hectic and stressful beyond description if it weren’t not for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we remain friends for a long time, because the few of you are my select few. You are the few that I will work hard to bridge gaps and I hope it continues to stay like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to friends I’ve met in University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mandee P, Chris Zhu, Chris Zapollow, Iva, Mario, Sam, Tejas&lt;br /&gt;Simran, Julia, Andrew, Monica, Kyrene, Richelle, Helena&lt;br /&gt;Alvin, Sukhjeet, Dominic &amp;amp; AMandeep, Sukhjeet v2.&lt;br /&gt;and finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KESHI&lt;s&gt;t&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may have been only a few months but certainly feels like I’ve known some of you for a while&lt;br /&gt;This is to the late night munchies run&lt;br /&gt;This is to the late night gaming sessions&lt;br /&gt;This is to the movie nights for no reason&lt;br /&gt;This is for making this first term a lot more socially relaxing&lt;br /&gt;This is for making this uphill climb to our futures a lot survivable and enjoying&lt;br /&gt;I hope I remain in contact with most of you because well, nothing like going out for Mel’s at 2am for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;This is to the future we are searching and striving to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the friends that have come and go, to the ones that are presently in my life and to those the future friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m aware of how long that was, but there comes a time every now and then where I feel if it weren’t for my friends, I would not be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is thanks for&lt;br /&gt;Being my source of laughter&lt;br /&gt;My shoulder to lean on&lt;br /&gt;My support for times when I’m down&lt;br /&gt;For just being there when I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that was done, I’m somewhat excited to move to Waterloo just because I really intend to step up my game this term.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-5326678332266499743?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/5326678332266499743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=5326678332266499743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/5326678332266499743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/5326678332266499743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2008/01/19-success-and-ode-to-friends.html' title='19% Success and An Ode to Friends'/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-6527290218218307803</id><published>2008-01-03T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:29:34.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>Originally I was going to write an ode to friends but as I was going to, I was reading the news about GTA/Canada. The first official homicide of t he year has already occurred on Tuesday night. For some reason, it just turned my stomach inside out. I was having a conversation with a friend on the phone and was watching some shows prior to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the article&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIMOTHY APPLEBY AND CASSANDRA DRUDI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Thursday's Globe and Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 3, 2008 at 12:31 AM EST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 14-year-old girl who bled to death on an icy street in Toronto Tuesday night was attacked by a jealous boyfriend, a police source says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, detectives believe the killing was planned – which is why the two accused teens, a 17-year-old male and a 15-year-old female, have been charged with first-degree rather than second-degree murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The homicide, the city's first for 2008, has dispatched shock waves across the police force, the source said – both of the girl's parents are long-time uniformed police officers. “But this had nothing to do with her parents being officers.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, the working theory of investigators is that the girl was slain in a fit of jealous rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the Youth Criminal Justice Act, neither of the accused nor the victim can be identified. If the pair are convicted, prosecutors said yesterday they will seek to have them sentenced as adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrested early yesterday morning at an apartment on the city's east side near O'Connor Drive and St. Clair Avenue East, just a few blocks from where the girl was found on a snowy sidewalk bleeding to death from multiple stab wounds to the abdomen, the two suspects appeared briefly in Youth Court on downtown Jarvis Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are from Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither had legal representation during their appearance, which lasted less than 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought into court wearing handcuffs, the 17-year-old slouched in the prisoner's box in a plaid shirt and jeans, his short hair dishevelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His co-accused sat quietly nearby, the ends of her long hair brushing her jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither had parents or friends present in the small, wood-panelled courtroom where Justice of the Peace David J. Hunt asked whether they understood the charges laid against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They acknowledged that they did, but displayed little emotion. The twin charges of first-degree murder were not read out in the media-packed courtroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a police officer replaced handcuffs on the male suspect before leading him back to the cells, he bowed his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both accused will make another court appearance today at the Finch Street West criminal court in Etobicoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrests took place a few hours after police from 54 Division, alerted by a 911 call, flooded the crime scene just after 6 p.m. Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Located about 10 minutes later, near the intersection of Northdale Boulevard and Hollinger Road, the victim was taken to a nearby hospital where she was pronounced dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening, a full day after police discovered the crime scene, drops of blood still speckled the packed snow covering the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It's terrible,” said Serena Persaud, who lives nearby. “There's still blood on the sidewalk.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Persaud and her husband had been out on Tuesday evening, and returned home after the body was discovered. “If only we'd been home sooner,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished reading the article, I was just left speechless and I honestly can describe what I'm feeling right. I just want to offer my condolences to the family of the murdered child. Yes a child, and it's things like these that make rethink my views on life. I was always the one that says life is long even though I do try to carpe diem and live everyday like it could possibly be my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as much I appreciate life, these murders to such a young child makes me lose hope time and time again. I don't even know where I'm going, I'm literally shook because of this. Well I hope the very best for the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably start &amp;amp; finish my ode to friends later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Edit*&lt;br /&gt;Just thought of this poem that kind of describes the point of blog #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dash - Linda Ellis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read of a man who stood to speak&lt;br /&gt;At the funeral of a friend&lt;br /&gt;He referred to the dates on her tombstone&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning to the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He noted that first came the date of her birth&lt;br /&gt;And spoke the following date with tears,&lt;br /&gt;But he said what mattered most of all&lt;br /&gt;Was the dash between those years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that dash represents all the time&lt;br /&gt;That she spent alive on earth.&lt;br /&gt;And now only those who loved her&lt;br /&gt;Know what that little line is worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it matters not how much we own;&lt;br /&gt;The cars, the house, the cash,&lt;br /&gt;What matters is how we live and love&lt;br /&gt;And how we spend our dash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So think about this long and hard.&lt;br /&gt;Are there things you’d like to change?&lt;br /&gt;For you never know how much time is left,&lt;br /&gt;That can still be rearranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could just slow down enough&lt;br /&gt;To consider what’s true and real&lt;br /&gt;And always try to understand&lt;br /&gt;The way other people feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And be less quick to anger,&lt;br /&gt;And show appreciation more&lt;br /&gt;And love the people in our lives&lt;br /&gt;Like we’ve never loved before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we treat each other with respect,&lt;br /&gt;And more often wear a smile&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that this special dash&lt;br /&gt;Might only last a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when your eulogy is being read&lt;br /&gt;With your life’s actions to rehash&lt;br /&gt;Would you be proud of the things they say&lt;br /&gt;About how you spent your dash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-6527290218218307803?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/6527290218218307803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=6527290218218307803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/6527290218218307803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/6527290218218307803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2008/01/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-2806130515142350914</id><published>2008-01-01T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:28:42.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, happy new year everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to start blogging again (despite the fact that I do blog on my LJ but more readers here quite possibly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a safe and happy new years celebration. As for my celebration, I just stayed with family this year after years and years of doing stuff on my own, it's time to just stay back and chill with the fam for once. Even watched Six Degrees of Separation after new years and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a quote in the movie that really made me think. Paul played by Smith says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the worst kind of yellowness to be so scared of yourself that you put blindfolds on rather than deal with yourself. To face ourselves - that's the hard thing. The imagination - that's God's gift, to make the act of self-examination bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, &lt;b&gt;imagination is our anesthetic when having to face reality.&lt;/b&gt; Most importantly, it is our anesthetic when having to look ourselves in the mirror and search deep down ourselves behind the facades we put on for others. Hell, it's pretty fucking painful sometimes to just sit down and realize the lack of realness in yourself. For those who watched the movie or the play, Ouisa in the end realizes this which makes the ending so much more meaningful. Imagination allows us to not even focus on looking at ourselves but allows to dream about external incentives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all imagine, whether it be a simple moment of boredom in which one wonders about whatever or to even the dream about achieving some financial or emotionally goal in life in the next few years. We all think and imagine the type of person we want to be. Whether it's thinking about what our current program in university will take us in a few years or what we plan to do in university, people get caught up in this business of imagination. Imagination then plays a part in determining how we act as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, people with a certain academic goal will start to doing things that ONLY benefit them in the long run not the short run of just having fun. Basically this leads me to the point of my blog in the first place, &lt;b&gt; Stop for a minute and smell the roses. It may not be here after a while&lt;/b&gt; Heck, so many people nowadays are so worried about their future, they don’t stop to enjoy life. It’s alright to have a future plan but to the point where one has to fully change themselves because they want achieve that goal with productivity just interferes with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has become clear to me that many people in life are so focused, they take for granted things in their lives that are temporary. Things like friends won’t always last forever, a strong and genuine friendship takes two to make and continue. If you’re so focused, how are you going to maintain your friendship with someone? Some things don’t last forever and things like friendships are usually just the type that can come and go leaving you missing every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s nice to imagine the riches we might obtain in the future, but the riches we have right now which may differ from person to person might not as always be there forever. Be thankful for the riches you have now, your friends, your family, and heck, even the “hectic and stressful life” you have now can be considered a blessing because, it can always be worse and it will probably be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s pretty much what I have to say, I hope everyone enjoys their new year. As for New Year’s resolutions, I’m really not the type to a NY’s resolution only because I tend to make resolutions for myself on a day-to-day basis. But as something I have done since for a while, I decided to drop everything that has bothered me. Sort of have a clean sheet for everyone including myself just because it’s the new year and no use holding onto so many old grudges and shit on myself (of course, there are some I do hold onto).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’07 was just another year for me, but the biggest lesson that I seem to always fail to remember is that, there’s no use making someone my priority when they only consider me an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to everyone on their future endeavours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Will&lt;br /&gt;X-posted on my LJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-2806130515142350914?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/2806130515142350914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=2806130515142350914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/2806130515142350914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/2806130515142350914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-4289045533451888905</id><published>2007-12-26T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:27:50.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just ramblings from the heart</title><content type='html'>I was catching up on one of the many shows I watch when I came across a simple life lesson that although I've experienced numerous times in my life, it was not evident of the lesson I had picked up on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've come to the point in life where most of us if not all should acknowledge that change is constantly happening involving us or others that we love and know. With that being said, it is also the period in which your friends and yourself may have shown their true characteristics and show their real side. Some of the changes you might like and some you don't. For those who have experienced drifting apart from a friend, realize that there are pretty much three approaches to do with your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One:&lt;br /&gt;Tell them about the change and how it has affected the relationship between you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two:&lt;br /&gt;Just leave everything and let fate takes it course in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three:&lt;br /&gt;Just let your friend go, some things are meant to be and some aren't. We all have friends for the different stages we go through, we can not possibly retain every single friendship and keep it at the same close knit relationship for the rest of the life. There are so many life friends one can have in their lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are the experiencing the change themselves and have felt that they are drifting away from their friends (as opposed friends drifting from you). Embrace the change because there's only so much one can control &lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt; do not forget where you came from and who your friends are because they have changed you and somewhat made who you are today. Sometimes going back to the friends who know you can be the best help of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who simply want to reminisce of the past, hopefully you've kept some pictures or keepsakes of your friends. Even a phone call to an old friend can just bring up the fondest of memories ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace the change that is inevitable but do not forget your roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has had a great year and an even better year to come.&lt;br /&gt;Another year means another year of lessons to be learnt and friends to be made and courses to pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck everyone and God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-4289045533451888905?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/4289045533451888905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=4289045533451888905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/4289045533451888905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/4289045533451888905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-ramblings-from-heart.html' title='Just ramblings from the heart'/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116482085739891278.post-8801430113875938391</id><published>2007-03-03T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:25:20.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like blood out of a stone</title><content type='html'>Transferring old facebook notes to blogspot, originally posted February 3, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know exactly how or where to begin this and nor do I know where this will end, but,&lt;br /&gt;Day in and day out, I see and hear of many dysfunctional relationships that at the pace and way they’re heading, it’s destined for failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact of the matter is, the modern day we live in today and with the hedonistic lifestyle that is evident in many people we see today growing up, it’s no wonder that the divorce rate in Canada is around 40-45%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships fail because of different views of how a relationship is supposed to work. We are all unique there is no denying that but there only so many views about how a relationship should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether your view is that a relationship is determined how good the sex is or like mine, where my significant other’s happiness is all that matters, it’s best that you find someone whose notion of a relationship is the same or close to yours for a relationship to actually work. The act of comprising can only extend so far before flood gates will have to open and in will come a flood of tears and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it sounds easy but you might ask how is it that there are still constantly still heartbreak and people wallowing in sorrows after an inevitable but nevertheless devastating break-up? Truth is people often idealize a person’s biggest asset in the relationship, be it their sweetness or how amazing they are in the sack, people would rather be greedy &amp;amp; blind as fuck then to face the music and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are inherently fragile; they can be strengthened through time but just as easily broken because of it. They can be rejuvenated by truths and broken by lies, relationships are a 2 way street. One must take responsibility and must be readily willing to pull their weight in order for the relationship to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very cliché, but it does take to two to tango. I’m not preaching what is right, it’s mainly observations and take it for its worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you might call me a pessimist, as Dr. Cox from Scrubs said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lady, people aren’t chocolates. Do you know what they are mostly? Bastards! Bastard coated Bastards with bastard filling. But I don’t find them half as annoying as I find ‘naïve bubblehead optimists who walk around vomiting sunshine.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call a spade a spade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But another day is another dollar,&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 willy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Or if you dont feel like pulling your own weight and you realize that no matter what you do or try, you’ll end up failing. Just follow a simple philosophy I came up with;&lt;br /&gt;I try and I fail, I don’t try and I still fail, so what’s the point of trying when I fail in the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS. How do you know someone loves you? They'll always be there for you without you asking them.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116482085739891278-8801430113875938391?l=willychauface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/feeds/8801430113875938391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3116482085739891278&amp;postID=8801430113875938391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/8801430113875938391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116482085739891278/posts/default/8801430113875938391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willychauface.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-is-like-blood-out-of-stone.html' title='Life is like blood out of a stone'/><author><name>Chaumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814408797032505917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Fo7Y5pkaU/S7GJHIEexkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QhSn0cFpCk8/S220/4175963802_106d6f16c2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
