<?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-64709291821536444</id><updated>2011-07-31T08:47:45.420+10:00</updated><category term='Nat'/><category term='gangsterism'/><category term='Step up 2'/><category term='YF Camp'/><category term='technology'/><category term='mX'/><category term='Cruelty'/><category term='So you think you can dance'/><category term='accomplish'/><category term='Sign'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Arguing'/><category term='Gold'/><category term='Video blog'/><category term='loyalty'/><category term='Edison Chen'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Sydney'/><category term='Panda'/><category term='events'/><category term='Coast'/><category term='lying biatch'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='America'/><category term='myer'/><category term='MSN Convo'/><category term='Story'/><category term='social gathering'/><category term='Australia'/><category term='GP South'/><category term='timetable'/><category term='Old people'/><category term='Marketing'/><category term='morning'/><category term='Alcohol'/><category term='Figurines'/><category term='QUT blows'/><category term='Porn'/><category term='Idiots'/><category term='Apology'/><category term='Nick'/><category term='Crap'/><category term='Procrastination'/><category term='kids'/><category term='christianity'/><category term='doppleganger'/><category term='Gaming'/><category term='Youssef'/><category term='National identity'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='Funeral'/><category term='Emmy'/><category term='CCCB'/><category term='BSA'/><category term='mistakes'/><category term='accusations'/><category term='Mum'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Go card'/><category term='TV shows'/><category term='STUPID'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Tekken'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Loss'/><category term='Complaining'/><category term='eating competition'/><category term='Tute'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='polo'/><category term='RIP'/><category term='Randoms'/><category term='Habib'/><category term='Know it alls'/><category term='Taiwan'/><category term='Crab'/><category term='Bus'/><category term='Musing'/><category term='religion'/><category term='bridge to brisbane'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='jogging'/><category term='Stupidity'/><category term='Uni'/><category term='Jess'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Erks'/><category term='weight'/><category term='Ice cream'/><title type='text'>Snll!M</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-7471643728161029130</id><published>2011-02-24T02:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T19:20:12.405+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Black winter day</title><content type='html'>So I've woken up in the middle of the night, I should be sleeping since I have work early tomorrow but... I'll do it later :P I turned on the TV and the news headlines have grabbed my attention; "Death toll in Christchurch may reach 100". Searching news.com.au an instantaneous surge of solemn emotions well up from seeing "GRIM TASK: SURVIVAL HOPES FADE". As we pray for ourselves in times that aren't plagued by a crisis (for others), we often forget or overlook others that aren't so fortunate themselves. Is ignorance excusable or is it condemnable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself, "how often do I feel like I'm suffering?" or "how often do I wish that things were better/different?". As we toll away at our regular lives we are so thoroughly engrossed in the minuscule details of what's required (microwave my rice for 2mins 30, remember to take out the trash), ie: we become self-absorbed. Don't get me wrong, it is YOUR life, but very often we don't remember about others that are less fortunate and but do for the man in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saying "so glad that's not me" is thrown around quite often and then we just leave the situation be and return to our own self-concern. You are NOT ALONE, whether it be in the loss of a loved one, finances going into ruin or injuring yourself, you all just want the pain to stop. Grief is not a quick process and as such you can't reduce it with shortcuts despite some people recovering sooner than others. Conversely we ask, are the stragglers caught up with false guilt or do others deal with it more efficiently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reason, we can take delight in knowing that you aren't alone, not in the sense that I mentioned before but rather that we have many that care for us; God, friends, family. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Psalm 91:4)&lt;/span&gt; Is it reasonable (or audacious) however, to think that the suffering goes away or that it gets easier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should also take delight in knowing that we are weak, if not then why would you need help when you are strong? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(2 Corinthians 12:9)&lt;/span&gt; To certain degrees, suffering makes select things difficult and brusque. Putting all your faith in God is certainly true for the former and it certainly makes regular life true for the latter. It is for those reasons that we need to deal with adversity one hour at a time, one day at a time; not forgetting that there are other ways which seem relatively innocuous when we aren't suffering (such as drinking with friends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed time,&lt;br /&gt;Ah Wiwless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember:&lt;br /&gt;- The people in Christchurch&lt;br /&gt;- The people in Libya&lt;br /&gt;- Your friends and peers&lt;br /&gt;- Your family&lt;br /&gt;- Be thankful for what you have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm thoughtful and kind, but I'm evil alas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But everything I love has turned to a tedious task&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I feel that life a waiting game for people to pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But nobody ever want you to see through the mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-7471643728161029130?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/7471643728161029130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=7471643728161029130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/7471643728161029130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/7471643728161029130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2011/02/black-winter-day.html' title='Black winter day'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-3349453227840835966</id><published>2010-06-29T23:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T23:39:19.348+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loyalty'/><title type='text'>It could be wrong, could be wrong, but it should've been right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well well well, hello again sir blog. Didn't think you'd see me  again, did you?! Well I'm back and black. In any case, I have a new (not  so well thought through) ponderous rant here to give you  readers/browsers something to read/close/laugh at.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a  couple of months ago I was sitting with my friend outside my house  (he'll know who he is, IF he reads this) and we were talking about how  circumstances have developed around us for the worst. Being perfectly  honest, there was some bad-mouthing here and there from me which made me  realise just how much things have changed over just a few years. Ok,  admittedly you wouldn't pick these sort of things when you're out having  a good time with these people, but friendships do deteriorate, people  do drift and opinions of people do change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For  example, what makes you think your current best friend won't turn out to  be the biggest bitch to challenge Paris Hilton? Have you overlooked the  fact that your boyfriend may be more vain than the great Fabio himself?  Ok, fair enough your best friend and you are in-sync like performers at  the North Korean mass games or your boyfriend might actually be worth a  gander, but why is there such an alarming possibility that our  loyalties can change from moment to moment? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my  friends, some more than others (HAR!) but the idea that alignments  change so spontaneously at times really really REALLY makes you wonder;  "what will change tomorrow?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Why does person A  not talk to person B because of person C? How is it possible that person  D has forgotten to invite person E to the outting AGAIN? If person F  says something about person G is it because there are ill-feelings? This  whole "loyalty" thing definitely has an unbelievable amount of factors  to consider and frankly seems to be incredibly grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;From  a 3rd party standpoint, it can be very interesting to observe (even if  it is morally questionable). However, it can be so gut-wrenching to  watch your friends take swings at each other (physically or verbally)  whether they be for pride, desires or spite. Is it better for those not  immediately involved to standby or get involved? If we standby, do we  have the right to pass judgment on those that are involved? Girls, I'm  sure you've reacted to your friend getting dumped by their bf with "that  bastard!" Allow me to ask you again; do you have the right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;Alternatively, we approach things with a neutral and fair point  of view. How many of you have tried to do this and as a result felt like  you're just playing devil's advocate? You stay where you are, being  reasonable yet all you can feel is that you're not doing what you can  for your friend. What do we do? Usually I try my best to reach a  compromise and make a sacrifice on my own behalf if I have to. I do get  self-conscious of what my friends think at times when I have to make  those hard choices, but what other way should I have it? Should I allow  my friends to get away with doing the wrong things? I'm also a firm  believer of standing back and allowing only the parties involved to duke  it out. Although, what happens if I have no choice? What happens if  someone wrongs someone I hold dearly to my heart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-3349453227840835966?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/3349453227840835966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=3349453227840835966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/3349453227840835966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/3349453227840835966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-could-be-wrong-could-be-wrong-but-it.html' title='It could be wrong, could be wrong, but it should&apos;ve been right'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-2483053390373375898</id><published>2009-11-08T17:17:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:17:58.541+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Over there they die from what we buy from drugs</title><content type='html'>I was reading through the news the other day and there was a section about soccer riots. It made me wonder, some of my friends talk day in day out about soccer and I'd remember in high school when their talks would get heated. Then whenever I said that the sport was shit, they'd make a come back saying "soccer is the world game!". I agree that it is a good sport, it brings people together... but what of all the negativity surrounding it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1994: Andres Escobar; Colombian defender assassinated over own goal&lt;br /&gt;- 2006 Italian game riggin scandal&lt;br /&gt;- Bulgarian soccer players expelled for homosexual activity (I actually lol'd at this)&lt;br /&gt;- COUNTLESS soccer riots over years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, with the cryptic posts. Where am I going with this?! To put it in laymen terms; when things get too big, they also get bad. If you've ever heard of "too much of a good thing is a bad thing" then you know exactly what I'm talking about. Should we concerned when something we love gets too much exposure? Of course, because there are always going to be people that abuse the shit out of it. Should we be concerned when too many people start attending the concert of your favourite rapper? Of course, because then people misconstrue their image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example would be the broncos vs dragons game that I went to a couple weeks ago. A fight occurred in the crowd between a broncos and a dragons fan, in this case the dragons fan did nothing wrong but rather he was provoked. I'm a broncos fan and the brawl did entertain me but I felt like the dragons fan was hard done by. The point in this case was that the broncos fan that provoked the guy was a dickhead for doing so; why did something everyone in the stadium love so much have to attract such negativity? Why can't people enjoy something in peace without it going the wrong way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote a man in his lyrics "Good morning, this aint vietnam, still, people lose hands, arms and legs for real"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-2483053390373375898?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/2483053390373375898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=2483053390373375898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/2483053390373375898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/2483053390373375898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2009/11/over-there-they-die-from-what-we-buy.html' title='Over there they die from what we buy from drugs'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-1106277480651622991</id><published>2009-11-03T16:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:12:27.481+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Then you only leave space to discriminate</title><content type='html'>Ever been curious as to how a player in a team sport feels when they’re sitting there on the bench whilst their team mates are out there doing whatever they can to win the game? Ever wondered what happens when a player goes onto the bench after being out there for maybe half an hour? Many would probably consider those benchwarmers to be near useless and out of the game, unable to contribute to the team effort. However, there are a number of things people don’t realise about those that are benchwarming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw these analogies. People on the sideline see things with (what I hope would be) a neutral opinion and see things for what they really are. They get a chance to analyse, so to speak. Though, you begin to wonder; what can be seen from the sideline? We see that there are things wrong with how the game's played (or how people act to their peers) and maybe we're not approaching the game in the best way possible. To be corny... "Whatchu talkin bout Willus?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * We get told what's good and what's bad, without making that decision for ourselves&lt;br /&gt;    * We do things for the wrong reasons. Expecting a good deed from a good deed does not make you a good person&lt;br /&gt;    * We don't explore and instead we stick with what we're comfortable with&lt;br /&gt;    * Likewise, we don't accept different opinions&lt;br /&gt;    * We judge by appearances&lt;br /&gt;    * We assume and don't look into things&lt;br /&gt;    * We don't take time out for those that we care about&lt;br /&gt;    * We are too concerned with what people think of us&lt;br /&gt;    * We think too short term&lt;br /&gt;    * We develop double standards&lt;br /&gt;    * We forget the simple things&lt;br /&gt;    * We refuse to accept reality at times and even make excuses&lt;br /&gt;    * We dwell on things and don't move on due to pride, insecurity or other reasons&lt;br /&gt;    * We are too quick to point out others' shortcomings when not working on our own&lt;br /&gt;    * We mistake things for one another, ie: revenge is not the same as justice, kindness isn't the same as loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also guilty of doing such things. Some of those things contradict/conflict with one another. Perfection is impossible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-1106277480651622991?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/1106277480651622991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=1106277480651622991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/1106277480651622991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/1106277480651622991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2009/11/then-you-only-leave-space-to.html' title='Then you only leave space to discriminate'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-5860382799671554475</id><published>2009-10-19T02:11:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T01:42:24.418+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>My sundown</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the end stretch of 2009, I’m well aware that this is my first entry in a few months and I apologise in advance for neglecting those of you that enjoy reading my entries (however few that amount may be). However, I’m glad to announce that I’ll be putting in (what I hope will be) an interesting piece here, as well as hopefully blogging more frequently in order to portray my thoughts. Before I start rambling, I’d like to pay respects to those that have gone before us recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-    Patrick Swazy&lt;br /&gt;-    Natasha Richardson&lt;br /&gt;-    Eddie Bo&lt;br /&gt;-    Andy Hallett&lt;br /&gt;-    Farrah Fawcett&lt;br /&gt;-    Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you’re reading this it may be because I made you come here, you’re extremely bored or you’re just plain curious, thinking “I wonder how 2009’s been treating someone else?” Namely someone such as myself. Usually most people that are already 21 will tell you that your milestone year is meant to be the best year of your life. For those that are still 20 and pending such occasion, it’s easy to understand why. The anticipation that you’ll be spending time with the people you love, having a blast (getting smashed) and celebrating a milestone year that you’ve been in this world, sounds extremely enticing (especially to the pissheads). It’s basically a “time of your life scenario”. However, I believe that life has had an interesting turn of events for me, I believe I’ve had a great year despite it seeming different externally. Instead of partying ridiculously hard always having highs, I’ve had highs and lows. This might SOUND average, but to put it in perspective, for some reason I’ve learnt a lot of things talking/listening to people, some more important than others however, I don’t necessarily believe in all of them and hope that I’m wrong with some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-    In a dispute, conviction only gets you so far&lt;br /&gt;-    Humility is the best quality in this world&lt;br /&gt;-    Nothing is always as it seems&lt;br /&gt;-    Do not always count on the goodness of strangers&lt;br /&gt;-    Do not waste time on those that don’t waste time on you&lt;br /&gt;-    Laughter is the best medicine and also the best mask&lt;br /&gt;-    Bad things happen to good people&lt;br /&gt;-    Good things happen to bad people&lt;br /&gt;-    If the right outcomes went to those that deserved it, the world would be a better place&lt;br /&gt;-    Those that care the least don’t always lose the least but those that care for the wrong reasons/people will lose the most&lt;br /&gt;-    Confidence gets you far&lt;br /&gt;-    However over-confidence leads to ignorance and takes you backwards&lt;br /&gt;-    Too much wishful thinking sends you in the wrong direction&lt;br /&gt;-    Ignorant people with heavy conviction are THE worst people in the world&lt;br /&gt;-    People that constantly try to force their beliefs onto others are a close second&lt;br /&gt;-    “Nice guys” lose due to usually having low confidence&lt;br /&gt;-    Assholes don’t lose due to having higher confidence (which I actually believe to be over-confidence)&lt;br /&gt;-    Pride and hard work only gets you so far, power gets you further&lt;br /&gt;-    Nothing is ever really a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;-    What matters most is what you value&lt;br /&gt;- People don't actually know what they want, in varying levels&lt;br /&gt;- No one really does know what they want; the ones that seem to have an idea just aren't as idealistic&lt;br /&gt;-    Being nice to everyone is not stupid, however being nice to those that don’t deserve it is&lt;br /&gt;-    Two extremities cannot work together&lt;br /&gt;-    Living each day as if it were your last brings you to a halt, living each day as if you would regret something won’t though&lt;br /&gt;-    Wishful thinking&lt;br /&gt;-    Naivety is a quality that should come with a sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise as I wish I could remember each and every person that said something in there, however if I tried to name every person then the Christmas decorations would look lousy at my house. If you believe you’ve said something in there then credits go to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d also like to give a silent thank you to those that have invoked my thought process to write up such a fantastic rant. I won’t mention names, but my thoughts go out to you and I wish you the best in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for exams/work to everyone in the upcoming weeks/months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-5860382799671554475?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/5860382799671554475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=5860382799671554475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/5860382799671554475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/5860382799671554475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-sundown.html' title='My sundown'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-7825694673095998560</id><published>2009-06-05T17:26:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:50:26.129+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Gots ta be</title><content type='html'>I couldn't show you everything real. I shouldn’t be selfish. I let the things in my life affect me too much and I can't do that to someone that I care this much about. I don’t want to drag you down. I need to stop it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-7825694673095998560?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/7825694673095998560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=7825694673095998560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/7825694673095998560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/7825694673095998560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2009/06/gots-ta-be.html' title='Gots ta be'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-5777407128726385671</id><published>2009-04-14T20:33:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:51:24.713+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STUPID'/><title type='text'>Blog number 143b: I'm freezing</title><content type='html'>As a kid, I used to compare injuries with my friends and would try to see whose seemed the most painful and therefore making one of us the dominant of the pack. Typical boy school stuff, we would laugh at the one who had the wimpiest injury and marvel at the one that had an injury worth being jealous of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through it all, I now realise that of all fractures and broken bones, nothing compares to that of a heart in pain, which is powerful enough to incapacitate someone oozing so much machismo that it causes their chest hair to puff their shirt out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I called you childish and made you think that your eyes may remain permanently black.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I said you were irresponsible and made you think that your prospects at good health is something that's not on track.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I brought your parents into this and had to show that I cared the way that I did, which seemed like more of an attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you last night; my anger and you don't seem to go hand in hand. My head had cleared after leaving my house, but the emotion that was anger was soon replaced with concern. Running to the bus stop, my mind beat me in a race with questions; "Would I lose her trust?", "Would I lose everything I have with her?", "Would she think less of me?", "Would I lose my chances?". My ground speed ate the dust of the speed at which questions came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst sitting in the bus, trying to keep myself pre-occupied I realised that it was as futile as my attempts to apologise. My iPod was angry at me today even, I sifted through a 64-song playlist for 5 minutes trying to find the song that I wanted. Was this an indicator that I deserved to suffer? To exacerbate the situation, the device alerted me that its power was low and there was nothing I could do. Reading the book in my bag was out of the question due to lacking sleep, yet sleeping wasn't an option due to my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My anger got the better of me, which in turn pushed me out of line. It reminded me that to do this kind of thing was a part of you that draws me to you but it also reminded me of a question that I asked my mum. After my step-dad and her stopped working for several weeks, I asked why they didn't go out and look for work. She told me that after working full-time, I would properly appreciate leisurely activities. Maybe it was because I had to go to court from 8:45 through til 4 that made see it from a different perspective. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You have to endure &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worse&lt;/span&gt; EVERYDAY, yet I was itching to get out from the court room at 11 and it was because of my idiotic nature that I took so long to appreciate what my mum meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sounded so happy this morning but I shot it down with my negativity. You called me this morning so I wouldn't be late and because I asked you to. It definitely came off as though I didn't appreciate your gesture, but that's not true. I forgot to thank you for it. You're such a great girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was through the stupidity of my actions that an epiphany came to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You don't realise what you have until you lose it, but all you need to realise how much you care about it is for it to be put on the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--(--@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-5777407128726385671?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/5777407128726385671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=5777407128726385671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/5777407128726385671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/5777407128726385671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-number-143b-im-freezing.html' title='Blog number 143b: I&apos;m freezing'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-1879914493937472807</id><published>2008-12-31T11:28:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:53:41.681+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>What did we just miss?</title><content type='html'>So another year passes by and what a year it has been, there's always up and downs but some stand out more than others. I believe I speak for many when 2008 will be a year that will be ingrained in our memories.. here is a list of events that will stand out for me and most likely some others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I started my new course at uni.&lt;br /&gt;- Fidel Castro, president of Cuba resigns.&lt;br /&gt;- Kevin Rudd leads sorry day.&lt;br /&gt;- China experiences an 8.0M earthquake and nearly 80,000 die.&lt;br /&gt;- The Beijing olympics that were full of upsets and surprises in themselves.&lt;br /&gt;- The global economy crisis which will effect us for a while to come&lt;br /&gt;- Barack Obama becoming the first african-american president-elect.&lt;br /&gt;- NO MORE GEORGE BUSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP&lt;br /&gt;- Granddad&lt;br /&gt;- Aunty Jui&lt;br /&gt;- Heath Ledger: Australian actor.&lt;br /&gt;- Edmund Hillary: First man to climb Mt. Everest.&lt;br /&gt;- Roy Scheider: Main actor in Jaws.&lt;br /&gt;- George Carlin: American comedian&lt;br /&gt;- Isaac Hayes: Voice of Chef on south park and musician&lt;br /&gt;- Bernie Mac: American comedian and actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many other events will remain in our mind and hearts and some will stand out more than others, if people want to pay respect or point out any big event that I missed then feel free to comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-1879914493937472807?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/1879914493937472807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=1879914493937472807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/1879914493937472807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/1879914493937472807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-did-we-just-miss.html' title='What did we just miss?'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-8685889744315221017</id><published>2008-12-16T04:03:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T04:04:18.327+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musing'/><title type='text'>Fulfilling your craving for Willus' idiotic rants</title><content type='html'>So, I sit here at 3am unable to sleep talking to one cool ass chick. For 5 months I haven’t blogged and think how much of an ass I am for not doing so. So much has gone by through this year and it makes me realise how much my friends as well as I take things for granted. I won’t start by making promises I can’t keep such as promising to blog twice a week or making sure my moronic friends don’t spam the chatbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe some of you guys might be asking.. what is it that compelled me to write up this thing idiotic rant at 3am after 5 months of no blogging? It’s not a way for me to get a sudden shoot in views or anything (though, that is an idea to keep for the future). I would like to tell you guys what my inability to sleep stems from but that’s no fun; you guys have to find out for yourselves…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as corny as this will sound, I hope you guys do this… try and think about every person that makes your life what it is; whether they be a friend, an uncle, your ex-boyfriend’s cousin twice-removed then ask yourself this question; “How much does [insert person here] mean to me?” and then show that feeling in one form or another (don’t worry, I’m not telling you to make out with your brother) before it’s too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RPCCB --(-@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-8685889744315221017?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/8685889744315221017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=8685889744315221017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/8685889744315221017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/8685889744315221017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/12/fulfilling-your-craving-for-willus.html' title='Fulfilling your craving for Willus&apos; idiotic rants'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-1467727786129861880</id><published>2008-07-14T00:35:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T01:00:19.287+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Why do people play video games?</title><content type='html'>I was going through my folder of pics the other day and got to my screenshots of things that are game related and started having a laugh at some of the things that I've gone through. So ask yourself... why do people play video games?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, why do they play even when they know that designs can be flawed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/BUG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/BUG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/WTFWHY1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/WTFWHY1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because perhaps, the flaws will some day work in your favour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/rigged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/rigged.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe because you one day will get to laugh at a friend of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/Derek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/Derek.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;↓&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/DEREK-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/DEREK-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or someone you don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/4kindjack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/4kindjack.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/SF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/SF.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those people that don't know or understand the entertainment goldmine that is video games... please, don't mock us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-1467727786129861880?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/1467727786129861880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=1467727786129861880' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/1467727786129861880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/1467727786129861880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-do-people-play-video-games.html' title='Why do people play video games?'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-8122128550509393707</id><published>2008-07-09T18:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:31:24.356+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National identity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Australia, the next American state? Nah bro…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;NB: Before I begin, I’d like to say that this post is just another case of me observing things the way they are and asking “why?” In no way is this intended to be a stab at someone or personal attack and I apologise beforehand if people perceive it to be, it is based on my opinion and observations alone. Feel free to post your opinions and whether you agree/disagree. Let’s begin my massive rant…&lt;/p&gt;Now, I’m sure you’ve all heard people (the news in particular) talk about it before by asking the question “Why is our nation losing its identity and becoming overrun with American pop-culture?” The reasons never really occurred to me until a few days ago and I decided to look into it, seriously, what the heck is going on?    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So today, (9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; July) I was kinda bored at home and searched through &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/"&gt;imdb.com&lt;/a&gt; for movies that I’m looking forward to watching. The list went through &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0865556/"&gt;The Forbidden Kingdom&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0468569/"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0417741/"&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/a&gt; and finally &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0859163/"&gt;I got to The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor&lt;/a&gt; (TotDE). Reading through TotDE, I had a look at the boards and read a bit of the reviews to see if this movie was actually worth spending my money on. Turns out that this movie is probably best left untouched because of the acting and rapport between actors, particularly between &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000409/"&gt;Brendan Fraser&lt;/a&gt; with his on-screen son &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1047329/"&gt;Luke Ford&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;For those of you that hadn’t looked into him (like myself) Luke Ford is an Australian actor that has been in well known Aussie shows such as &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0292414/"&gt;McLeod’s Daughters&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0163924/"&gt;All Saints&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0219457/"&gt;Stingers&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0094481/"&gt;Home and Away&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0115417/"&gt;Water Rats&lt;/a&gt;. As I am a curious bastard, I looked into these shows to see how the internet saw Australian TV shows as of late. To my amusement, McLeod’s Daughters was rated a measly 3.4/10; even the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0106064/"&gt;Power Rangers&lt;/a&gt; has a better score than them. Though in the defence of the latter, Power Rangers DOES rock, just not lately. It’s not just McLeod’s Daughters; shows such as Home and Away, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0088580/"&gt;Neighbours&lt;/a&gt; and All Saints (the best of the lot) struggle to score 6.4/10 on imdb.com. Now, I know the problem with relying on just one source for making this rant, but let me ask this; when have you ever heard of a large percentage of American’s wanting to be surrounded by and indulge in our culture/way of life? Hardly ever; you do get the occasional ego-trip of the news asking American superstars about our great nation, but other than that you hardly ever see much regarding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Referring back to imdb.com and its scoring of Australian shows, it has been programs that are still on today that are struggling to do better than the “above average” quality as opposed to the current American shows that have been scoring highly. Another thing I found out is that Home and Away in the past 3 years has won the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Logie_Award_for_Most_Popular_Australian_Drama"&gt;Logie Award for the most popular Australian drama&lt;/a&gt;. 5.4/10 and this is the best drama in our country? You have GOT to be kidding me.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next, onto music. Anyone ever notice an abundance of kids dressing up like their favourite rapper? Anyone ever notice that the favourite genre of music of most people today is RnB and Hip hop? How many people do you know like to listen to Oz Hip hop? In fact, &lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;are you able to name all the American hip hop artists/groups and then do the same for more than or even up to half that amount of Australian hip hop artists/groups?&lt;/span&gt; How many people do you know enjoy listening to Australian music? I don’t know many… Why is American alternative so much more liked than Australian alternative? An overwhelming majority of my friends like to listen to American based music (Facebook is a wonderful source lol). As asked by Australian Idol contest &lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Levi Kereama back in 2003 “Name one Australian RnB song”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The same goes for favourite movies and favourite TV shows. The numbers go into a ridiculous amount when counting the number of times I see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0412142/"&gt;House&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0411008/"&gt;Lost&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0413573/"&gt;Grey’s Anatomy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0098904/"&gt;Seinfeld&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0096697/"&gt;Simpsons&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0182576/"&gt;Family Guy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0813715/"&gt;Heroes&lt;/a&gt; and many other American Shows. There was probably about an odd few amount of people I know that listed &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0791055/"&gt;Chasers&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0261489/"&gt;Rove&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0809816/"&gt;Thank God you’re here&lt;/a&gt;. I also am yet to encounter someone I know that lists an Australian movie as one of their favourites. Actually, what ARE some well known Australian movies? Did you know that Moulin Rouge is an Australian international co-production with &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;? How about Babe? You get my point…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, I’d like to know why but obviously the answers will differ amongst different people. I’ve boiled it down to a few things and would like to know what people think.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Different/Experience      – People are sick of the current way of life and seek exhilaration,      excitement and fresh things all the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Idolisation      – They like certain stars for whatever reason, looks, image, work/talent      etc. These stars are big within American culture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Opinion      – Like I mentioned before, opinions differ between people and the opinion      here is that the shows are just better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Image      – Shallow, crude and probably insulting, but they like the image that it      portrays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Mass      media and/or Marketing – It has better exposure than the Australian shows      due to the large scale of production etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So before the opening question gets asked again, the media should probably ask this “what notable things have we done to make sure our national identity is preserved?" Sorry for such a long post =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-8122128550509393707?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/8122128550509393707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=8122128550509393707' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/8122128550509393707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/8122128550509393707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/07/australia-next-american-state-nah-bro.html' title='Australia, the next American state? Nah bro…'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-7822034075063904392</id><published>2008-07-03T01:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T01:22:30.640+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social gathering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YF Camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCCB'/><title type='text'>YF Camp</title><content type='html'>So as some of you may know, I went to a 4 day camp known as YF camp (Youth Fellowship) run by Jeri's church and designed to promote the christian faith and act as a social gathering to meet new people, learn about the bible, talk about morals, partake in activities and whatnot. This year I went again and decided to write an entry about it as last year I didn't really have a blog done up. So here goes... NB: All group names had something to do with fish because of the book of Jonah (the camps' theme)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 (Friday 27th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nothing really happened on the first day, met up with Damian (Ong) and Amanda Li. Drove all the way down to NSW, we were having interesting convos when all 3 of us were awake&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;A particularly interesting conversation regarding food popped up and we started talking about the strangest foods we had heard of or eaten. I think I took the cake by telling them about &lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article_14979_6-most-terrifying-foods-in-world.html"&gt;Casu Marzu and developed chicken/duck eggs&lt;/a&gt; (Check out #5 and #1, I've actually eaten #1 and have to admit that it's quite nice but #5 is just messed up, dunno how it didn't get #1). We ended up arriving at around 7pm to see everyone already playing games and enjoying themselves, lucky for us we also arrived just in time for dinner, our convo (as delectable as it was) made us all really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we had to form into our bible study groups (the one I was part of was called caviar aka the n00b group) and introduce ourselves, do an icebreaker etc. We had to introduce ourselves, tell everyone who brought us there, where we were from and what we wanted to be when we were kids. Me being the genius that I am, said that I wanted to be an inventor because the blue ranger from power rangers was one, but enough of that embarrassing story. We ended up playing a boys vs girls game called &lt;a href="http://www.areyougame.com/interact/item.asp?itemno=01562"&gt;ASAP&lt;/a&gt; and we pretty much got shat on by the girls, yay boys! In our group, only G and I were the ones that were "returning" members, others had either upgraded or didn't return (with a place like "NSW" who could blame them lol). After that we had to pretty much hit the sack; now I dunno about you but when people talk I tend to reply despite needing sleep and/or whatever. We pretty much didn't get to sleep until around about 3am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2 (Saturday 28th)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping at 3am was a pretty stupid idea, breakfast was at 7am and we got up at 8... yes, we missed breakfast =( after our "large" meal we went to worship in song and talk, then morning tea (yes, 1hr after brekky), after morning tea came bible study and then lunch. I was about ready to die of overeating but managed to suck it in somehow. This day was somewhat special as 3 girls were getting baptised, all 3 gave their testimonies and were quite moving, with several people crying. I think it was here that made me think to myself that even though I don't particularly like organised religion, speaking out against it is an even worse thing to do as it does great things for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get this though, the 3 girls got baptised at the BEACH... how cold would it have been, clazy. After that it was organised recreation and free time, our group was versing fishballs (I think), we were pretty much all about to leave when I sat down near Boris and Dylan who bloody picked me up and threw me into the water! BASTARDS! I put up a struggle but they got me into a position I couldn't get out of and put me in. Unfortunately for Dylan, he got thrown in as well and he got more soaked than I did... KARMA. After that I took a shower for about... an HOUR, trying to get sand out of my clothes at the same time, FRICK. I gave up after realising how long it was taking and decided to just let them dry (despite one not actually drying because I'm an idiot and threw it straight into a plastic bag).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same deal happened here, but bible study went for longer and in worship we got told about our skit criteria. After that supper was to be served but since  I came prepared with instant noodles while everyone had to settle with something else that I didn't like (probably redbean) mwahaha. Supper proved to be interesting because Brian decided to try out &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V94shlqPlSI"&gt;this popcorn trick he saw on youtube&lt;/a&gt;, looks believable enough... doesn't work though, save yourself the trouble and embarrassment. This was probably the worst night as I went to sleep and woke up at around 4am with an eyelash in my eye, couldn't get it out so I had to go to the toilet to flush it out and was wide awake after that =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3 (Sunday 29th)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... we woke up in time for breakfast?!? What happened? Today pretty much ran in the same format, except there was a question and answer session (regarding life) combined with free time earlier in the day. The big thing for the day was pretty much skit night, for those of you that don't know what we do in skit night... we pretty much had to follow the criteria that were given to us and use it to make a show, this years' criteria was 1: use the group name; 2: use a verse from the bible; 3: use a random item in the skit which gets given to you literally right before you start. After bible study we pretty much had zero idea on what we were to do for the skit, nothing was coming to our heads and we just ended up deciding to redo a chapter in the book of Jonah in a very fobby fashion. Lots of ideas were getting tossed around, some great, some poor, but in the end we had to settle with this and it wasn't looking good because of the length of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our problem was that the criteria was too "restricting" but it all ended up being random with heaps of fobby asian parts to it anyway. Think of everything stereotypically fobby asian that pops to mind... yum cha, fried rice, accent, fu manchu moustache, big 2, chinese whispers (ok, maybe not the last one) and that's what our skit involved. Words can't really describe this night, basically think of constant laughter at how lame/funny/random people can be and combine it into one night. Even though our skit was hella short... we managed to pull out a 2nd?!? Oh well, flukes are still wins =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After concert night came supper again and this time we got proper food but I didn't eat anything (saving room for my 2nd bowl of instant noodles hehe) and pretty much left to go to the bonfire to chill with all the camp people. Lots of laughs, jokes and photos all around with people roasting marshmellows, seeing "shooting stars" and stargazing. Easily the best night of the entire camp and we stayed out until around 1:30, if people ever do plan to go to a big bonfire... beware the after effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4 (Monday 30th)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up at around 7:45, I had the groggiest voice because of the bonfire, everyone else was just being hella lazy, nothing major happened this day except for final photos, more good food and the traditional "food auction". It's pretty much what the name states, auctioning of the food that was leftover from the camps supplies, this years auctioning wasn't that great because of a lack of sweets, fruit juice, soft drinks and the like; can you say "yay vegetables"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Someone getting raged at by a character from family guy&lt;br /&gt;- Skit night&lt;br /&gt;- Steve's rendition of a chinese emperor&lt;br /&gt;- Organised recreation on the beach&lt;br /&gt;- Jeri's alarm tone... man, that thing is hella annoying&lt;br /&gt;- Bonfire night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, great camp like last years (campsite wasn't as good though) and will be looking forward to YF Camp reflections night (this coming saturday). Might be looking into going back again next year as it was so enjoyable, better people this year for sure though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/64709291821536444-7822034075063904392?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/7822034075063904392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=7822034075063904392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/7822034075063904392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/7822034075063904392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/07/yf-camp.html' title='YF Camp'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-4734062129908554904</id><published>2008-06-08T20:32:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:12:37.233+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GP South'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video blog'/><title type='text'>New material</title><content type='html'>Wow... been nearly a month since I've posted. Goddamn I remember that I said I wouldn't neglect this thing but I've eaten my words haven't I? Well, I've actually been busy with my life and I've accomplished quite a few things, but am now in the exam season and may not accomplish a ton within the time I've been given... but we'll find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I've been hella busy at uni and other places "studying" up for finals at our home/GP South. I've managed to take a video blog of of our adventures, just for fun. There was another video of me saying that I'm buggered and going to sleep but you can't really hear or see much at all so I didn't post that. There's also a few photos flying around of random stuff but I'll edit this post when they're finally up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the videos... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/willus259"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/willus259&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Comment the videos and not here, you can comment here if it's regarding my blog, but video related stuff should go to youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Good luck to all for exams =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Jeri uploaded the photos rofl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v291/19/110/883675076/n883675076_3081491_194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v291/19/110/883675076/n883675076_3081491_194.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v291/19/110/883675076/n883675076_3081493_792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v291/19/110/883675076/n883675076_3081493_792.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-4734062129908554904?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/4734062129908554904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=4734062129908554904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/4734062129908554904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/4734062129908554904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-material.html' title='New material'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-6701512457094246596</id><published>2008-05-15T22:58:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:51:17.164+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doppleganger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jess'/><title type='text'>Yeah right...</title><content type='html'>So it's been brought to my attention that Nick Shoung and Jess Luu are somehow biologically related and/or look alike. To those that think they do, I'm willing to bet you that they DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- First of all, they don't pose like homies with a pout thing going on in photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/nick_homie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/nick_homie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/jess_homie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/jess_homie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Secondly, I don't think I've seen either of them jim in on photos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/nick_jimin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/nick_jimin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/jess_jimin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/jess_jimin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they don't definitely don't LOOK alike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/asif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/asif.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, what did I tell you guys?! They don't act OR look similar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-6701512457094246596?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/6701512457094246596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=6701512457094246596' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/6701512457094246596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/6701512457094246596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeah-right.html' title='Yeah right...'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-6663384279695852422</id><published>2008-05-10T21:01:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T21:15:12.795+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lying biatch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myer'/><title type='text'>You aint fooling no one...</title><content type='html'>Going shopping without buying has its consequences apparently. I went to the ralph lauren polo section of myer and asked to try on a shirt to see my size so I could use it for later references (possibly shopping on ebay lol). After I tried it on and didn't buy it (not that I was intending to anyway), the girl serving me told me the biggest crock of shit I've ever heard; "You know, you won't be able to find this shirt anywhere else".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right, I should ask her what this is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://cgi.ebay.com/NEW-NWT-Mens-RALPH-LAUREN-SS-Polo-Shirt-Size-Large_W0QQitemZ220231321787QQihZ012QQcategoryZ57990QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're probably getting pretty desperate right about now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-6663384279695852422?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/6663384279695852422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=6663384279695852422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/6663384279695852422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/6663384279695852422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-aint-fooling-no-one.html' title='You aint fooling no one...'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-7775398772656091757</id><published>2008-04-25T20:56:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:52:28.835+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BSA'/><title type='text'>Unnecessarily long post about ice cream night</title><content type='html'>Wow... last night at the BSA Ice Cream night... GREAT atmosphere lol. I wanted to do up this blog last night but after I came home I was far too tired and the length of it is pretty unnecessary. The night started out relatively casually, saw a few friends, said hi to a few and scared a few lol. Pretty much all of the people there were notorious for going to the holt room. All we needed was for DSs to be there so we could have a massive Mario Kart battle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason for going apart from socialising and wanting to see people, was for the ice cream eating contest. After all the pleasantries of saying hello to everyone came the massive barrage of trash talk from my mouth and encouragement for people to join the eat-off. Sign up went relatively smoothly but I had to encourage my partner several times to join with me, but he gave in lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, what can I say about the first round? Seeing the cup, I thought it was gonna be pretty easy but I looked like a fool when I flicked a massive ball of ice cream onto the table, shrugged it off, picked it up with my hand and shoved it in my mouth. Jemmms and I ended up winning in the first round, getting good reactions from plenty of people, though I can be sure that sometimes it's not entirely a good thing lol. The next few rounds was when we got big scares, seeing two people about three times our size entering an eating contest... Jemmms and I got lucky when they didn't win, but that meant we had to face two people that could eat more than two big guys! Needless to say, Jemmms and I were thinking "OH SHIIIIIIIITTTT" (well, I was anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering the final round, there were two other groups and since there were only 3 prizes, meant that all three teams got at least something. 3rd place got 4 VIP tickets to BSA's Bounce Dance party, 2nd place got a $50 voucher to Beard Papa's for cream puffs and 1st place got a hamper full of random soft drinks and several bottles of alcohol. Going into the final rounds were... Josh and his partner Allan, Kain and his partner and Jemmms and I. The finals started off CRAZY when we all saw the size of our ice cream cups, pretty much everyone had their jaws dropping and I had my eyes ready to fall from their sockets. What on earth did I get myself into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What followed was the CRAZIEST 2 minutes of my life when Jemmms and I competed in the final round with everyone cheering for us. The clips were hilarious, especially when seeing people getting brain freeze and what happened during the fight for 2nd place lol. Basically, I can only describe the crowd as this... AWESOME! Loved it! You guys were the best support ever! Thanks to BSA for organising the event, Barboo for supplying the ice cream, Jemmms for being my teammate and everyone that cheered for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest downfall though, was that after the event Josh, his partner, Jemms and I all started to experience toothaches lol. Cold water and cold food in general CAINED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If people would like to see the nasty ass clips, hit me up on msn and I'll forward an email to you lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-7775398772656091757?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/7775398772656091757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=7775398772656091757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/7775398772656091757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/7775398772656091757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/04/unnecessarily-long-post-about-ice-cream.html' title='Unnecessarily long post about ice cream night'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-4348614017481887019</id><published>2008-04-24T11:08:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:11:11.243+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accusations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mX'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistakes'/><title type='text'>Let em know</title><content type='html'>Reading the mX yesterday, the cover story was rather interesting as I'm a regular bus user to commute from place to place. The main gist of the article was that the transport minister John Mickel had made comments regarding bus drivers; accusing them of overcharging passengers. Needless to say, when you make a claim you need evidence to support it and Mickel's was wrongly founded. Firstly he said that drivers were changing times on the clocks used by the go card readers, then he said that the problem came from dodge machines as opposed to cheating bus drivers (though, I don't blame him on the latter) and admitted that his message was muddled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that bus drivers can't even change the clocks on the go card machines anyway, so whose fault is it? As a result of this, several bus drivers have decided to go on strike by not accepting fares and are wanting Mickel to resign from his post. Funny thing is, the article also mentioned that go card readers are faulty currently. Thanks for supporting one of my previous blogs lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can we learn from his mistakes? Firstly, accusations can cause relationships (whether they be friendships, professional, romantic etc.) to go sour and when the two parties involved are reliant on one another on such a large scale, all hell breaks loose eventually affecting other parties as well. Secondly, making accusations without first thinking about what you're trying to say and without proof or evidence makes EVERYTHING worse. DON'T DO IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-4348614017481887019?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/4348614017481887019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=4348614017481887019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/4348614017481887019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/4348614017481887019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/04/let-em-know.html' title='Let em know'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-5839860017949297490</id><published>2008-04-17T10:58:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:47:22.179+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arguing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>You must learn</title><content type='html'>Wow... I haven't blogged in over 2 weeks. My poor blog =( I'll never neglect you like that again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been wanting to slip through my finger tips, but I haven't had time nor did I think it was worth talking about until now. This shit's gotten outta hand. So lately there's been a few arguments happening around my house, with all of them regarding my step-sister (Amanda if you're reading this, PLEASE try to take this advice). There are so many things that my step sister and mum argue about, I won't list all of them because there's just too many and because it's quite private. Either way, onto one of the big ones a few nights ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario: My step sister is 16, turning 17, she found a job (hooray for her), but at Chermside. To those oblivious of where I live, we're pretty much located on the opposite side of town of Chermy and she found a job there? I mean it's fine if she drives, but she takes 2 buses there. The problem with this mainly is that she's only 16 and when she comes home it's roughly between the hours of 8 - 10 o'clock (despite Chermside closing at 4/5 o'clock on some days). She's not old enough for our parents to accept her out late at this time and taking public transport home; I'm 19 and my mum still gets annoyed at me for being out past 9. I don't know why she's doing the job at Chermside, but if she's doing the job just because her friends are, she needs to grow the fuck up and accept work isn't meant to be fun and games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 2: Before the end of school holidays she was starting to bludge hella and never did her assignments. Ok, if there's 1 assignment you haven't done... that's pretty bad already. She had 3 assignments left untouched and was skipping/wagging school because they were incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;She even went so far as to hide from my mum so that she'd be able to stay home and not go to school. Wow, talk about desperation. Anyone that knows my Mum knows she can be annoying and gets on my nerves a lot, imagine that but around 10x worse in laying smackdown on my step sister. Ouch. It seems my step sister just doesn't understand the idea of authority and keeps thinking about what she wants most, if not all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From those two scenarios you can see a bit of another scenario opening up. She doesn't want to go to school and wants to work (despite really just being with friends). Anyone knows that people who work with friends are fine, but how about if your friends are always at school? How about if it's because you're working there only because you want to be with your friends? How about if you take that away you have nothing else to do? My mum asked if she wanted to stay in school or drop out and work. Being the absolute GENIUS she is always my mum always expects an answer on the spot and done in a respectful manner to her. My step sister also gives the silent treatment and if she gets annoyed enough, will raise her voice at whoever. Bad combination. I can imagine that making the decision to drop out of school is extremely difficult and accepting that upon making it you have to be prepared for what comes flying at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silent treatment she gives also extends to her being told what to do. It extends to her younger sister and even her dad. Wow, I understand that people would rather not talk about certain things, but you could at LEAST say "I don't wanna talk about it" instead of being rude and not saying anything fullstop. Never listening to advice is probably the worst of them all, she just doesn't accept criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Check this out guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="msnim:add?contact=willus259@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://microsoftwlmessengermkt.112.2o7.net/b/ss/mswlmmktbuttoncom/1/H.9--NS/1?ns=microsoftwlmessengermkt&amp;pageName=Button&amp;20Impression&amp;c7=B&amp;c8=Blue&amp;c9=Add&amp;c10=B:Blue:Add" width="1" height="1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://global.msads.net/ads/pronws/B_Blue_Add.png" style="Clear: Both; Padding-Bottom: 10px; Border: 0px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-5839860017949297490?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/5839860017949297490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=5839860017949297490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/5839860017949297490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/5839860017949297490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-must-learn.html' title='You must learn'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-2613358838474986682</id><published>2008-03-28T16:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T16:26:43.147+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Step up 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BSA'/><title type='text'>Redefinition</title><content type='html'>As I sit here procrastinating instead of studying I'm looking through imdb.com for the next movies to look out for. Well well, it reminds me of the other night when BSA (Borneo students association - A students society that's great for social events) had organised a movie gathering to see Step up 2 the streets. Now I'm usually a fan of seeing anything with dance in it, but people that know me know that my movies have to have decent if not a good storyline and/or script. Upon seeing that the opening scene had bboying footage from "the freshest kids" (a documentary about breaking), I thought that it wouldn't be as bad as I thought it would. Important moral: NEVER, EVER judge a book from the first few pages, fuck the cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acting itself wasn't that bad, but fucking shit, the script was probably the CHEESIEST thing I ever had to sit through. I was considering impaling myself after hearing the word "the streets" used like it was some holy beacon of all that is cool. I thought the dancing itself was pretty good, I saw some bboying and popping, which were all decent in terms of creativity and execution, but I didn't see much done to the music. The storyline itself I actually didn't mind too much, rather the script made me feel like covering my ears but it did have its moments such as "awwww he got da key!!!" and "I like you teeth! Thanks, I like your accent! What accent? I hevv no accent!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to those that tell me to watch these kind of movies (You got served, step up 1 + 2, stomp the yard etc.) just for its dancing, allow me to extrapolate the concept further for you. As Matt Damon once said on an interview for rove, he didn't want to be known as an "action star" but rather a star that could do action. His reasoning was because an "action star" will come on do a few takes of dialogue and proceed to do "action"... sounds very much like porn doesn't it? That's right people, he likened action to porn. As well as I can remember, this is how he worded it "you go up there, you talk for a few lines and then you do your "action" parts". So there you have it, action, dance and porn movies have a big thing in common: they're all designed to be aesthetically pleasing to their viewers, just their target viewers differ greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I've noticed: 50 of the imdb bottom 100 (50%) were made in 2000 or after whereas 50 of the top 250 (20%) were made after 2000. So it's not just me, plenty of other people think that movies that have been made in the last few years are rather poor. Though, going to the cinemas isn't really just for the movie itself, but rather a social situation. Much like BSA movie night, the movie itself was average - mediocre at best and nothing extraordinary was shown but it was getting out and talking to people that was great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-2613358838474986682?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/2613358838474986682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=2613358838474986682' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/2613358838474986682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/2613358838474986682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/03/redefinition.html' title='Redefinition'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-906004509181396766</id><published>2008-03-22T21:14:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T22:37:11.587+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gangsterism'/><title type='text'>Hip hop is dead</title><content type='html'>Sorry for quoting &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hip_Hop_Is_Dead_%28song%29"&gt;Nas's song&lt;/a&gt;, but he's fucking right. Even though it's been over a year since he released the song the message is showing more and more. As of late I've noticed that my home (replay) has more and more gangsters hanging out there. Now these aren't your typical gangsters, these people are so bad ass that the only time they're likely to show their face is when there's a public holiday, school holiday, last day of school OR a friday roughly around 3:30; scary stuff. These gang bangers are so hard they look EXACTLY like rap artists such as lil jon, 50 cent and Ja rule! They gotta be hard if they look/dress the same right? Right...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah seriously people, any of you that know me will know that my hip hop has to be the right way and not be about rims, drug use, bitches, hoes and pimping. I respect that those artists have found fame and are doing what they love. Though, I HATE that kids these days (I don't want to be racist but there's really no other way I can put it) particularly those of dark skinned origin are always dressing like them for their image. Image ≠ personality, in fact I'm willing to bet that if you're just copying what you see on your favourite music videos that you probably have little if any personal substance at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before people accuse me of bitching too much (I know I do anyway), think about the following points...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How much money do you think the kids asked their parents for to pay for their clothes just so they could look like a wankster?&lt;br /&gt;- How much stupid shit such as vandalism and fighting do you think kids get into because of the image they want to portray?&lt;br /&gt;- How much of that stupid shit do you think leads to a whole load of taxpayers money getting wasted? Yes, this WILL apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also aware that people get their fashion ideas and sense from external sources such as celebrities, other individuals and mediums like music videos, movies, TV etc. My main gripe is that kids spend FAR too much time trying to look like something they don't know about (hip hop). Other forms of fashion don't follow a culture and ideology as much as hip hop does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commercialisation is what has caused kids to get sucked into this stupid facade. Thank you Urban Incorporated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-906004509181396766?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/906004509181396766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=906004509181396766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/906004509181396766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/906004509181396766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/03/hip-hop-is-dead.html' title='Hip hop is dead'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-6944240472270374881</id><published>2008-03-16T19:20:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:42:58.036+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Go card'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>Progressive society</title><content type='html'>Recently I've been hearing more and more about these "Go cards" that are to be used on public transport. For those that are blissfully unaware, Go cards work on micro chip technology and utilises magnets. &lt;a href="http://www.translink.com.au/qt/TransLin.nsf/index/go_about"&gt;The website&lt;/a&gt; claims that the technology is tamper proof and will cut boarding times, allowing the bus/ferry/train to get to its destination earlier. From experience, any card (mainly Tekken in my example) that requires the use of magnets can be tampered and have the data corrupted, rendering the system to become faulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the only problem, another one is that this technology has only been released here recently. Other places such as Hong Kong have had this technology for YEARS and when I say YEARS I mean, I saw this technology after grade 9 YEARS. Of course, living in the great land that we call Australia there is MORE to the fine print. Not only is the technology new, it's not 100% finished either. There have been several instances where a person has had to swipe their card over 10 times just for it to register, this has happened to my friend and her first swipe didn't register whereas her 2nd swipe did. For those that don't know what happens to those that try to cheat the system by swiping only once, the system will deduct an additional fee (not sure what it is). Very effective considering the system itself isn't complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really ticks me off is that this reflects the technological situation of Australia. Why does Australia SUCK when it comes to technology and get the short end of the stick? Aren't we a developed nation? Isn't our economy considered to be a lot better now? Even better news: Kevin Rudd is planning to advance our technology by filtering our internet; hooray for idiotic right wing-ism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: To those that didn't understand my previous post, one of my relatives might have cancer. I just didn't feel very happy at the time and wanted to get a lot out. Thanks to those that comforted me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-6944240472270374881?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/6944240472270374881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=6944240472270374881' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/6944240472270374881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/6944240472270374881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/03/progressive-society.html' title='Progressive society'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-1147474039707279373</id><published>2008-03-11T21:18:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:44:28.999+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><title type='text'>Taunts from life, most emotional post ever</title><content type='html'>What does a person do when life kicks you to the ground and starts to test you with a series of taunts? Say you've got to cross an unfamiliar road where everything was wrong, potholes, unbearable heat and when you get to the other side... it's a whole different kind of bad. Embarking for your return, things have died down, the potholes have sorta been covered, but not that well... the dents are obviously still there, the heat is bearable now but you wish it was gone for good. What would you say to a scenario where that happened but it's come back right at you? Having to possibly cross that road again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that don't get it, my grandfather (RIP) passed away a few months ago, figure the rest out yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-1147474039707279373?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/1147474039707279373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=1147474039707279373' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/1147474039707279373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/1147474039707279373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/03/taunts-from-life-most-emotional-post.html' title='Taunts from life, most emotional post ever'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-2686031031084055174</id><published>2008-03-09T16:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T16:13:24.623+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cruelty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crab'/><title type='text'>Fear not of man</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was at home for the entire day trying to do some work (procrastination like usual) and found myself cycling through my usual procrastination sites (AP, TZ, Facebook, Youtube etc.). It wasn't until around 5/6 when my parents got home that I got up out of my desk and helped them to grab a few things. Seeing a wrapped up item in butchers paper, I asked my Mum what it was. She told me it was a Mud Crab and that got me kind of excited as I usually enjoy messing around with the poor bastards before they're killed to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my Uncle telling me about Mud Crabs when my parents still used to own the restaurant at 8 Mile Plains. He told me that when you turn the Mud Crabs upside down there's almost literally nothing they can do unless you stick your finger into their pincers (bloody idiot you are then). Next he showed me that the poor bastards enjoy getting patted on their underside and seem as if they're in some form of euphoria when you do so... until you start patting them there, which is when they go berserk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened after my parents got back was that I was fixing myself a meal (Ma Po Tofu and rice) and my step dad asked me for the kitchen shearers. I found them on the kitchen bench, handed them to him and went back to fixing up my meal. 20 seconds later when I put the spatula into the basin, I looked at the crab and there was the poor thing... WITH A PAIR OF SCISSORS SHOVED UP ITS ARSE. I asked my stepdad why he put the scissors there as opposed to just cutting it open straight away and he said that if you kill them too suddenly, some of their appendages may detach. Whereas if you kill them slowly, all the appendages stay intact. Needless to say, this roused my hippie/greeny side as I felt it was an unnecessarily cruel method of preparing the crab. Why do humans find it necessary to do what it takes to make themselves happy? Why do things that are "lesser" than us suffer so poorly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/DSC04754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/DSC04754.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-2686031031084055174?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/2686031031084055174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=2686031031084055174' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/2686031031084055174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/2686031031084055174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/03/fear-not-of-man.html' title='Fear not of man'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-4815880358859430376</id><published>2008-03-03T21:42:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:46:58.306+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Know it alls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>Don't hate me now</title><content type='html'>So my 2nd week of uni started today... not a great way to get into it. I woke up with a massive fucking migraine at around 7am (when I was meant to get up and do a few things) then decided that I should probably go back to sleep considering there would be little to no point in going to class if all I was going to do was groan about my state. You know that "just 5 more minutes" exclamation (sometimes it makes quite a difference surprisingly), haha... more like "just 3 more hours". So I ended up waking up at 10am (when my first class was meant to start), took a shower had a shave and grabbed a sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went well until the final class, my economics tute. Seemed innocent enough until the tutor placed up the multi-choice questions on the overhead projector, everyone seemed friendly but it seems like Jeri and I hit the jackpot when it comes to the know it alls. I mean, why me? Last year it was in PSYC1020 when we had a middle aged woman coming into the tutorial with people barely over 18 and the majority under 21, acting as if she was Rhodes Scholar from one of the most elite schools. People need to stop acting like they're geniuses, chances are that if you're in a class for first years... you're not. Stop trying to show off your superiority, it's like the concept of being competitive, you're too busy trying to WIN (be superior) and not trying to IMPROVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is UQ shoving know it alls in every single class to have people try to show them up and in the end get people to do better? It doesn't work that way, they disrupt about as much as people that do squat and act loud. Please don't feed your ego with making yourself feel superior in the work, it fails even more when it's in a larger setting (lectures) my friend and I had a know it all in our PSYC1040 lecture that got COMPLETELY shamed out... it went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person: How does psychology explain unrepeatable phenomenon?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else: ...&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Person: Oh I don't know... say something like... Quantum theory?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else: ...&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: ...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else: [giggle]&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: I'm not educated on Quantum theory, so perhaps you could enlighten us all?&lt;br /&gt;Person: Quantum theory suggests that if I walk into the wall 9 times, after the 10th time I should be able to pass through it.&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: ...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else: [giggle]&lt;br /&gt;Random: Is it a thin wall?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that found that funny, the funny thing was that after about 10 - 15 minutes when people were still laughing about the guy (I was at the front and could hear people talking about him), I looked back and saw him with probably the most disconcerted of faces that I've ever seen, as if he was about to burst into tears and then ZOOM, he RAN out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... that was a long blog. I bitch too much, I might need a therapist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Forgot this... this is proof that I'm evil =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=0 bgcolor=black cellspacing=2 cellpadding=10&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;a target=_top href=http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm?action=go_detail&amp;sub_action=take&amp;obj_id=549&gt;&lt;font color=2D3562&gt;Which Family Guy character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=2D3562 size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stewie Griffin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are an anarchist, a thespian, and you hate your family (especially your mom) as well as pickels. For Christmas, you want either a dead Lois or some plutonium. Also, you can do a lounge version of Rocket Man by Elton John.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target=_top href=http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm?action=go_detail&amp;sub_action=take&amp;obj_id=549&gt;&lt;img alt='Personality Test Results' border=0 src='http://www.youthink.com/quiz_images/quiz549outcome4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;a target=_top href=http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm?action=go_detail&amp;sub_action=take&amp;obj_id=549&gt;&lt;font face=verdana size=2 color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click Here to Take This Quiz&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=C0C0C0 face=verdana&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href=http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;YouThink.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quizzes and personality tests.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-4815880358859430376?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/4815880358859430376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=4815880358859430376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/4815880358859430376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/4815880358859430376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-hate-me-now.html' title='Don&apos;t hate me now'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-7182857219216366077</id><published>2008-02-27T23:58:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T00:22:51.217+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaining'/><title type='text'>Bitching session #10</title><content type='html'>Today I had the subject marketing with a friend in the steele building, we were meant to go to the 2 o'clock lecture but ended up going to the one at 12 because she wanted the rest of the day off for some reason. Wow, what great decision making on her behalf. We went to a class that was full from the moment we entered, had to sit in the back and to add to our luck we had 3 moronic fuckwits commenting on nearly everything the lecturer was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tool no. 1: See any worth trying to pick up?&lt;br /&gt;Tool no. 2: The lecturer wasn't bad, looks a bit like your mum oh-ho!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh great, we're sitting near a group of talking dipshits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: Different techniques would be used for different kinds of organisations, for example a university would market their place differently to a tafe&lt;br /&gt;Tool no. 1: Haha, what kind of an idiot goes to tafe&lt;br /&gt;Me: You probably should be there at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tool no. 3: Man, I feel like leaving this lecture isn't worth my time&lt;br /&gt;Tool no. 1: Oh are you seriously leaving?&lt;br /&gt;Tool no. 2: Yeah, let's go. We should be doing something better than listening to this dumb woman&lt;br /&gt;Me: THANK FUCKING GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aware that I talk in my lectures too, but I'm aware that I can be a nuisance so I do my BEST to keep all my chattering to a minimum. People that believe they're extraordinary geniuses and talk incessantly during classes probably SHOULD take up the offer of going to tafe (which actually isn't full of nitwits like those above).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-7182857219216366077?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/7182857219216366077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=7182857219216366077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/7182857219216366077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/7182857219216366077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/02/bitching-session-10.html' title='Bitching session #10'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-9186189605797844355</id><published>2008-02-26T23:32:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:47:43.988+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QUT blows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timetable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>Uni starts again...</title><content type='html'>As of monday the 25th, I became a first year again. Signing on for commerce through qtac last year and attending class several days ago, I was rather excited and not at the same time. Excited because I would be experiencing new things to learn, new chicks to check out and new people to meet in general but not excited because I was expecting it to be the same old rubbish for the past 2 years. Turns out I was wrong, commerce is actually full of people that I don't mind (I was expecting a fuckload of fobs), I met a few people on the first day and had a good time. My timetable has been set out such that I won't be spending as much time in the holt room =( (aka my 3rd home), which is probably for the best in the long run but means I won't be seeing my uni friends as much =( I'll miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of uni, the lecturer for Micro (cool fella, actually worth listening to) stated that UQ &gt;&gt;&gt; QUT and &lt;a href="http://www.webometrics.info/rank_by_country.asp?country=au"&gt;here's&lt;/a&gt; the proof I found (because I was bored). I lol'd hahaha. He stated something differently though, saying that UQ is 33rd or something along those lines and that QUT was actually around 199th (as opposed to a much lousier 364th within global rankings =P). So there's proof that UQ &gt;&gt;&gt; QUT, it might be a university for the real world, but have facilities for the third world oooohhhhhhhh. My bad to any hot un-fobby asian girls at QUT, except to the ones that I know =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: For those that are interested/care about my weight loss progress, I've actually lost 3/4 kgs and I'm looking to lose more until I reach 65kg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: To those of you that are even less likely to care... (Or since I might have directed you here to increase my page views =D) here's my timetable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/timetable_sem1_yr3_comm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/timetable_sem1_yr3_comm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-9186189605797844355?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/9186189605797844355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=9186189605797844355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/9186189605797844355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/9186189605797844355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/02/uni-starts-again.html' title='Uni starts again...'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-8327563360443986693</id><published>2008-02-24T10:11:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T10:24:42.689+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSN Convo'/><title type='text'>Rant</title><content type='html'>So today I was meant to go to my cousin's wedding and spend time with family. Since I didn't receive a direct invitation I told my mum last week that I wanted to go and she said she'd call my aunty to keep a spot for me. Turns out my mum being the genius that she is and beacon of all that is incredibly smart didn't call my aunty and now I'm stuck at home doing nothing and wishing I was at my cousin's special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she cracked the news to me the other day and all she had to say was "sorry" and needless to say I was pissed off. The next day she left a note on the table for me telling me to clean the house for her because she'll be out getting ready for the actual party. I just want to know; would I be right if I accused her of having double standards or am I just being melodramatic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also... quote of the month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1:35 AM) Willus http://: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;haha, if a girl grabs a guys ass it's fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(1:35 AM) Willus http://: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but if a guy grabs a girls ass it's court cases and restraining orders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(1:36 AM) Hoonie: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1:36 AM) Hoonie: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yerp!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1:36 AM) Hoonie: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the advantages of being a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1:36 AM) Hoonie: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said women don't take advantage of men was grossly mistaken or probably a woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-8327563360443986693?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/8327563360443986693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=8327563360443986693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/8327563360443986693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/8327563360443986693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/02/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-7389195227164644076</id><published>2008-02-21T22:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:10:07.773+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edison Chen'/><title type='text'>The end of an era</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not retiring from anything but Edison Chen is. To those of you that are blissfully unaware, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edison_Chen"&gt;Edison Chen&lt;/a&gt; is/was a popstar based in Hong Kong and recently had a sex scandal of his exposed to the media, which has caused him to retire from the Hong Kong entertainment industry. Now to those people that AREN'T Asian or don't know what the Asian mindset is like, something like this is HUGE and basically unprecedented because of how conservative the Chinese are. Whereas in a western culture it would be just another "oops", this is something that creates a media frenzy to the point that people get threatened by organised crime syndicates. Though, there are some funny aspects as 1. Edison was always considered a tryhard by many but after this, you can't help but feel sorry for the guy and 2. fans cry like kids, mainly girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those that really can't be screwed to search up what happened, here's the gist of it. Edison Chen had sex with certain HK starlets, photographed their escapades and uploaded the images onto his laptop. Unfortunately for him, his laptop had been damaged somehow and required to undergo repairs, upon which someone (I don't know who exactly), found the photos and uploaded a few of them onto the web. Fans being the absolute MORONS they are ruled out the authenticity of the photos, how did the uploaded respond? Well, he uploaded more... A LOT more... over 1,000 MORE, hahaha fucking owned. Needless to say, the first few photos and the photos following created a flurry within the media and headlines were practically all about Edison. What happened after basically was a city being thrown into disarray, fans protesting, lawsuits being filed, even triads sending out threats. Yes, when you have a $100,000 price on your hand (not head) you know the triads mean serious business which is why the poster boy had to lay low for a while in the city of Boston. All of this caused Edison Chen to retire from the HK entertainment industry, releasing a public apology in HK and as of now he's doing some "soul searching".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what have we learned?&lt;br /&gt;- Don't take photos if you're gonna have sex&lt;br /&gt;- If you do, do all that you can to make sure your compy doesn't screw up&lt;br /&gt;- If it does screw up, destroy it or find another way to fix it&lt;br /&gt;- If you're repairing software and find this kinda stuff, DON'T distribute it, it destroys lives and reputations&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-7389195227164644076?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/7389195227164644076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=7389195227164644076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/7389195227164644076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/7389195227164644076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/02/end-of-era.html' title='The end of an era'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-6094202033334152580</id><published>2008-02-20T22:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T22:59:59.899+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old people'/><title type='text'>Busses</title><content type='html'>As many people that rely on the busses often to commute from place to place then they would understand what it's like to have interesting rides and enjoy being a user of the bus. Though, often there are times when you wish that you didn't rely on the bus and had your own form of transport. This love/hate relationship is rather idiotic as the pros of taking a bus don't outweigh the cons a  lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may be due to a number of reasons such as the bus being delayed for far too long because the fucking driver probably thought that it wasn't any of his/her business to go past the stop on time and stopped to have a fag. There are also instances of when people get on the bus and take their time to pay for their fare with enough shrapnel to make a metal detector believe it has discovered a treasure chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another great reason: Old people that believe they own the bus and expect you to vacate the seat for "disabled" people, BCC OBVIOUSLY weren't thinking because that seat is actually quite hard to get onto if you're old. One person was even idiotic enough to try to convince me by saying that they had arthritis in their knees; seriously, why would you want to get up onto those high seats if it hurts like hell to apply pressure to your joints? Oh well, I looked back and pointed out that there was at least 5/6 spots left to sit down. Pwned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So onto the good points: The good points of taking a bus, well they're rather trivial and not that great to be honest. For instance, today I saw a mattress in the middle of the highway, needless to say it was a big wtf moment for me. Seeing random thongs on the highway is also good for a laugh, but the highlight was probably a billboard for a Sprite advertisement that read "If emos are so non-conformist, why do they all look the same?" hahaha, fucking win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-6094202033334152580?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/6094202033334152580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=6094202033334152580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/6094202033334152580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/6094202033334152580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/02/busses.html' title='Busses'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-344865817250715760</id><published>2008-02-19T20:48:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:04:16.861+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Idiots</title><content type='html'>On the bus today I sat next to a girl that was a bit of a dipshit. While I was doing my sudoku she waved at me rather timidly so I took my time to notice her. Upon taking off my earphones she asked me where the South Bank stop was, believing it to be after the Buranda stop? To which I told her that it's actually after Mater Hill". Her reaction was rather priceless and hilarious at the same time as she responded with "uhhhhhh.... uhmmmm.... is..... where's that?", with me saying "it's the one after Buranda" and her replying "oh... ok...". What really surprised me afterwards was her anxiety as she started to rustle her bag a lot and looked from side to side as if she had just been resurrected with a "wtf?!" demeanor. Once we had got to Mater Hill (the stop after Buranda) she got up and approached one of the bus drivers (there was more than one) and asked him a question. I instantly laughed and shook my head in disbelief as he pointed in the direction of the tunnel, mouthing "it's the next stop".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For crying out loud, if you're gonna ask a person a question in confidence and not take their advice then why ask in the first place? She's lucky that the bus driver was nice otherwise she would've ended up at the wrong stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-344865817250715760?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/344865817250715760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=344865817250715760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/344865817250715760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/344865817250715760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/02/idiots.html' title='Idiots'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-7064006760645678649</id><published>2008-02-18T17:21:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:37:25.223+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bridge to brisbane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So you think you can dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today I ran for 5 mins longer than my usual time, I didn't get that tired at all and there was absolutely 0 traffic so that meant no stopping. I might be improving faster than I expected, which I'm happy about =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thinking of participating in the bridge to brisbane, for those of you that don't know what that is, it's a 12km fun run from the gateway bridge all the way to new farm park. It's just a way of getting motivation to train then eventually test myself, should be a good journey and might get several others to join in it too, already sorta got G interested (I think) =P. Read more about it &lt;a href="http://www.bridgetobrisbane.com.au/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, today was sign on for the rest of my subjects. I had to sign on for Jeri too because he was away, he gave me his UN and PW... maybe I should use them to my disposal or change it &gt;=D mwahahaha just kidding man! My other friend missed out on the tute we agreed to join after seeing the classes filling up at a ridiculous pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the last sign on I had went smoothly for the other friend I'm doing the course with. All my sign ons went perfectly and I even was amazed to see how quickly every tute went, it's a dog eat dog world when it comes to sign on. Oh well, at least I'll be somewhat less distracted in class and learn a bit more (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;possibly hella bored).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you that have been watching "So you think you can dance" (SYTYCD), how hot are some of the female participants [drool]. &lt;a href="http://ten.com.au/dance/vanessa-sew-hoy-profile.htm"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/a&gt; sounds like a mouse, &lt;a href="http://ten.com.au/dance/kassy-lee-profile.htm"&gt;Kassy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ten.com.au/dance/rhiannon-villareal-profile.htm"&gt;Rhiannon&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ten.com.au/dance/stephanie-golman-profile.htm"&gt;Steph&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ten.com.au/dance/laura-brougham-profile.htm"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt; are all hot though. I can't believe Steph is 18 though =\. &lt;a href="http://ten.com.au/dance/jack-chambers-profile.htm"&gt;Jack&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ten.com.au/dance/demi-sorono-profile.htm"&gt;Demi&lt;/a&gt; (Bgirl from melbourne who judged a breaking comp I watched last year) did a pretty good boogaloo routine too, they had hella sick getups too! Man, I gotta start dancing again and seeing this stuff should be enough. Though I gotta admit, my favourites are definitely &lt;a href="http://ten.com.au/dance/sermsah-bin-saad-profile.htm"&gt;Sermsah&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ten.com.au/dance/hilton-denis-profile.htm"&gt;Hilton&lt;/a&gt;. Those two are just hella good but I hope Hilton wins it, that man has had a bit of a rough past but seems extremely humble still; respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-7064006760645678649?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/7064006760645678649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=7064006760645678649' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/7064006760645678649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/7064006760645678649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/02/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-6512440820740093170</id><published>2008-02-15T09:43:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T10:00:26.200+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accomplish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning'/><title type='text'>Standing atop a hill looking at the world below</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sitting here sweating like a pig and love it. I just ran through my street for the first time in weeks since I've been away on holiday and I feel like I've accomplished something incredible. For those that don't know how my street looks it's basically straight at one end and a slope on the other, the detour I take has an uphill run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went through without taking a break (minus the traffic and the "oh no" stop in belief of stepping in doggy doo) even if it was only a 20 min jog, I felt as if I had leaped over a hurdle. I can take long runs too that reach up to 45 mins but I usually take about a 1 - 5 min break several times. I miss morning jogs, with great weather, a light breeze and nothing too incredibly hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those that aren't aware, I've been having some weight problems lately and need to get rid of the excess! Those that don't believe me, looks can be deceiving. Here's to 72kg minus hopefully 7kg within the next 2 - 3 months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: To you cynics, I didn't step in doggy doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-6512440820740093170?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/6512440820740093170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=6512440820740093170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/6512440820740093170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/6512440820740093170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/02/run-of-my-life.html' title='Standing atop a hill looking at the world below'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-6147674832467251053</id><published>2008-02-14T12:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T10:00:52.179+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emmy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupidity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panda'/><title type='text'>Gold Coast trip (Pressured by George to publish)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mood: Bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Music: 112 - Peaches n Cream [Instrumental]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as some of you may or may not be aware, last week my friends and I went to the coast to celebrate the birthdays of Panda/Andrew Phan, Emmy and Nat (Yes, 3 people at once). We left the same day I got back from Taiwan and I was completely buggered -_-;; There was plenty of happy water fueled stupidity as we drank the night away and had fun, some of us having a bit too much fun what with unnecessary stains (none that you're probably thinking of ;) lol)and silliness that fluoro colours bring. Turns out I had called one of my good friends and spoke to her in a drunken verbal exhibition of gibberish, SORRY SAB! Check out this moron, my gosh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-210.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v184/218/93/688093210/n688093210_323606_171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-210.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v184/218/93/688093210/n688093210_323606_171.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/DSC04735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/DSC04735.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There was more than just drinking from that night as we had stayed over for several 2 nights and 3 days. The best part was the location and what there was at the house; the place had a swimming pool, pool table, foxtel and was in close proximity to Pac Fair and Conrad Jupiters (This is not an advertisement btw lol). The 2nd night was one of funnier nights because well... I could remember it better, but that's besides the point! Someone was having some... "socially adventurous conversations" with an unknown individual, while the rest of us were just sitting back having a laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the time of our lives and it was probably the best weekend I've ever experienced (With the exception of waiting around at Pac Fair to leave, lol just kidding! It wasn't THAT bad). Definitely looking forward to something like this again and hope more can join us too =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-6147674832467251053?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/6147674832467251053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=6147674832467251053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/6147674832467251053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/6147674832467251053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/02/gold-coast-trip-pressured-by-george-to.html' title='Gold Coast trip (Pressured by George to publish)'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64709291821536444.post-3938430449462759216</id><published>2008-02-12T11:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:59:55.079+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youssef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sign'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taiwan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Figurines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tekken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funeral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Habib'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erks'/><title type='text'>First post: Sydney, Taiwan trip and rantings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Mood: Pondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Music: Dazz Band - Let it whip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ahhh my first post, I apologise to people as it's gonna be about me me me me. My trip to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: verdana;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sydney&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; was good as far as a holiday goes, I got to spend time with my friends and cousins all of whom I haven't seen in a long time (with the exception of Erks, that guy just can't stay away from Bris) and got to meet a few new faces. What was great was that I hadn't seen Habib/Youssef in ages but spoke to him a lot on msn, that guy's serious about his health now and has definitely gotten skinnier, congrats dude! Tekken in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: verdana;" st="on"&gt;Sydney&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'s just so much more serious compared to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: verdana;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Brisbane&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; is but their scene overall is definitely a lot better. Erks' place was so close to where my cousins were staying (literally less than 5 mins away), his mum was very welcoming and he had a crazy collection of anime figurines (some of which are still unopened) Here are some pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/DSC04722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/DSC04722.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/DSC04723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/DSC04723.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/DSC04724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/DSC04724.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/DSC04725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/DSC04725.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/DSC04726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/DSC04726.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/DSC04727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/DSC04727.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Talk about big, I needed to take 6 pics just to include every character I could see! I don't know half of the characters in there either. Several days later at night Erks, Youssef and I went around the city, (to those that haven't been to the city in Sydney, it's like a fucking maze and is pretty easy to get lost there) we eventually got bored and ended up going to a cyber games spot to see if they had games up there as Erks claimed he saw Virtua Fighter 5 being shown on screen. To our dismay there was no VF5 but we found a sign worth a laugh over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/DSC04729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii21/willus259/DSC04729.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fast forward several days, my cousin and I took a flight to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-family: verdana;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Taiwan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to attend our grandfather's funeral (RIP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;爺爺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;). I'll admit it, I cried during the proceedings as most people would after losing a person they respect a lot. The main reason I found this trip to be extremely meaningful wasn't only because of the funeral but because of how I learnt my life "could have" been. Picture this: my aunty told me that my dad had originally planned to have her raise me, quite a big shock to say the least. It began to make me think about how I could've developed as a person as I'm a firm believer of nurture over nature and made me think of these questions "What would I be like?", "What would my friends have been like?", "How different could I have been?", "Would I have been less of a bludger?" (lol). The surprising thing wasn't that I had a lot of questions but I began to realise that I should very much be appreciative of the things I have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-family: verdana;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Taiwan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; isn't great in terms of living standards but it did make me happy to have what I have here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well I guess I've ranted enough and should stop it there, thanks to all those that bothered to read =D oh and a very special thanks to Jen for helping me think of a name for my blog lol.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64709291821536444-3938430449462759216?l=willus-259.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/feeds/3938430449462759216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64709291821536444&amp;postID=3938430449462759216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/3938430449462759216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64709291821536444/posts/default/3938430449462759216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willus-259.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-post-sydney-taiwan-trip-and.html' title='First post: Sydney, Taiwan trip and rantings.'/><author><name>Willus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06105539707215844545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
