tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215998652024-03-14T09:18:36.113-04:00Who is Me Anyway?JUST REMEMBER THAT YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY UNIQUE. JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE.Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21599865.post-56379363008755184842014-10-14T12:26:00.002-04:002014-10-14T12:26:46.871-04:00Downtown<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For the longest time I use to think, "there's no time to waste." My life, love, my career, House of Cool... all of it couldn't move fast enough to catch up to my dreams. I spend periods (long periods) wondering if life could ever match up with the over active imagination of grandeur I day dreamed of. Truth is: Life is Sweeter this way. My energy, my persistence, the emotions life can endure, the happiness... Life is better if you're willing to go through the journey. <div>
If that's one thing I can teach you, Arielle, it's let life unfold and don't peg time as a crutch. Sometimes, not all, having an unpredictable life so long as you keep working towards a goal can be the most satisfying moments of your life. Of course there are a few things you don't miss - like being there for friends and family, or opening the door for a stranger and helping out those in need. But be patient with career and love - those happen over a life time and doesn't have to be discovered immediately. I met your mom later in life and in truth, any earlier and we would not have made a connection as we did that has set us out on a journey that has been the best life has to offer. <div>
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Have failures, make regrets, read, write, absorb and learn math along the way. Play when you can and always work harder than you play. Be patient with creation - the finish line isn't aways as clear as you think it to be. Time is never a waste but don't spend too long in moments that drain your emotions. Go on discoveries and be with the people that enrich your soul.</div>
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Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21599865.post-49009818983310746592014-05-08T16:44:00.002-04:002014-05-14T11:29:22.976-04:00Generation to GenerationMy Pops landed here with nothing to his name except for the promise of a new start. With my mom by his side they set out working in factories and learning what it means to be Canadian. Being the ignorant first generation kid, I grew up at times wondering why we didn't have as much as others did. You don't learn about making a living as a kid, you just understand that you can't "afford" the things others have. I told myself that I would be different, my life would be filed with the things I wanted. Instead of seeing my Pops working 2 jobs for much of my teenage years doing 11am-9pm shifts selling suits and then 10pm-4am at a chicken factory as something commendable and hardworking, I viewed it as none sensical and even shameful. At the time I couldn't see the sacrifice and sense of duty he gave of himself.<br />
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My Pops lives his life respecting others, wanting everyone to laugh, always the last to leave and first to hold the door open to let you pass. I could not imagine a better father; it's the same type of dad I want to be: encouraging, teaching self discipline, enduring hardship, being creative, being a family, being a decent human being. <br />
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Today I enjoy many of the things that didn't come so easy when I was growing up. I wouldn't appreciate them as much if it wasn't for my dad showing me what hard work and selflessness can give to your soul - Now that's a life worth living. <br />
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Enjoy retirement Pops.<br />
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<br />Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21599865.post-90274471619223820322014-03-19T21:32:00.000-04:002014-03-19T21:38:39.997-04:00Good Morning Little E<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ender has slept with us for nearly 15 months in our bed-- Every parent will tell you this is not a good habit. For the past month we have been sleeping training him to sleep in his own little bed. He wakes up often crying and whining. One of us would go to his room, lie beside him, comforting him til the whimpering ended and he fell asleep again. </div>
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This morning he slept throughout the night. Soundly in his room, I kept waking up feeling he was going to cry but he didn't. I even got up and checked on him only to find the little bad breath might contently sleeping. I found myself unable to sleep through the blissful silence. I'm a poor sleeper to begin with but truth be told, I missed him because he no longer missed me. As much as I wanted him to sleep in his own bed, my heart urned for the tossing and turning of those little arms and feet that kept me up so many times before.</div>
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I think being a parent is much about these in betweens. Knowing you want to always be there for your child and need him to want you... yet, knowing they need to be independent to find strength and courage from within rather then from "mom & dad." I know there will be so many more in betweens of parenting and behind my exterior of a "super manly dad," I'll be sad to let go. But it's powerful to know your child is coming on to their own.</div>
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Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21599865.post-37176194167392366012013-12-02T11:02:00.001-05:002013-12-02T11:02:48.731-05:00A First
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A First for anything is always the most remembered… except
when you’re turning One.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
excitement of presents, the people, all the kisses and cake – a day when
singing and candles suddenly, if not magically, come alive with all the faces
brimming at you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s a shame that
he’ll never remember the love and attention given that day; but his parents
will.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A first birthday is a
milestone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No longer counting by
months by but a digit; a start of many sorts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The number One is really the first recognized value of a
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Congrats my little man for turning 1.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a great party (Your parents always
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Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21599865.post-11273688122668089912013-10-10T11:03:00.003-04:002013-10-10T11:26:11.871-04:00Three, Seven, Two<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sometimes it isn’t what life brings, it’s why it brings
them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I was 34 I enjoyed/hated,
loved/loathed serial dating and the excitement/loneliness it brought.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some days I liked the freedom other
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life afterwards but know she moved in after 3 months and got preggers at
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why life is the way it is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Is our
lives really one long film that destiny, determination and patient persistence
unfold into the life you have finally been waiting for?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I‘m positive we’ll all have our moments
to shine and shake the world around us to do great things.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But now I’m even more certain that
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Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21599865.post-92155704657084083792013-05-02T17:09:00.002-04:002013-05-02T17:09:41.454-04:00It's bday time again... Come out!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Fatherhood has it's benefits: parking in "new mother" parking spots at the mall, women opening doors for you (for once) with a smile, being pushed ahead of the line at checkout and, of course, watching this doughy kid smile as he re-discovers 100 times a day the miracle of jamming anything and everything in his mouth. </div>
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Yup, it's good to be a dad. But there is one thing every newly urban parent wishes to still have: The Freedom to Dance you pants off at the bars. </div>
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So while I have certainly tightened it up a notch on the belt of responsibility, I have decided to toonie coat check the kid at the club and hope to see as many of my peeps and hotties at Everleigh (old Century Room), May 11th. Booze, booth, and new kicks to hit the D-floor. </div>
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So FB, twitter, fwd email, four square, blog, myspace, physical letter, pigeon... whatever. Send out the word: Wes is taking the city back for a night! </div>
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Oh, Don't forget to wish Rachelle Happy Mothers day when it hits 12:00am that night! </div>
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Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21599865.post-43556123731500983942012-12-12T15:55:00.004-05:002012-12-12T15:55:54.811-05:00Ender Ming Kit Lui - I made thisAnd 40 weeks later, this pops out... <br />
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When you're kid-less, it's hard to imagine taking care of anything or one but yourself. Especially living in Toronto where "last call" symbolized when the night really began. Living the urban life is a freedom to over consume, over indulge, over spend and take all the time you needed to recover, heal or save back up. While I knew I wanted to have kids, I also had this feeling, or rather, fear that I would have to give up urban-hood. I guess a city will do that to you... the excitement, the thrills, the sensory overload that we've all become accustomed to living in vibrant urbantopia. I really milked the life experiences city life had to offer. <br />
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And then Ender came along. It started off with just a simple "+" sign on a pee stick, then a black and white flimsy paper of a little peanut head and twiggly legs. Then, I noticed the million different stroller brands that passed by me on the streets, mall and intersections. I couldn't stop reading prego books on "how your child is doing now at week..." It wasn't about "last call" it was about "The Call" when Rachelle was ready to go to the hospital. Ender became my City... the excitement, the thrill, the sensory overload he gives me when I just sit and gaze at him. Living life with Ender has been a freedom of purpose, providing and worth - and it hasn't been three weeks yet. I really am going to milk the life experience Ender has to offer. <br />
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Ender Ming Kit Lui, 7lbs,13ozs - 11/22/12<br />
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<br />Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21599865.post-67818742859869060392012-10-17T11:40:00.002-04:002012-10-22T11:03:28.137-04:00Thank you Shirlyn. He's always in my thoughts.<br />
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Remember the times.................<br /><br />Remember the times we shared you and I ?<br />Growing up as kids, endless summers gone by?<br />The mischief the laughter, the countless banter,<br />all things to remember?<br /><br />Remember the times, we talked forever,<br />dreams of being rich, and things we lusted for?<br />The schemes, the plans, we shared together?<br />My life, your life, hand in hand...my brother?<br /><br />Remember the times, you spent with me<br />right from childhood into puberty?<br />Following every step of the way,<br />a phone call, a text, night and day, not far away?<br /><br />Remember the times, everything I had, I shared with you?<br />My pains, my thoughts, my plans to push us through ?<br />Our life`s lessons, ups and downs,<br />Serious..yet having time to goof around?<br /><br />Remember the times, how we talked about our future?<br />All the things we would love to capture?<br />Seeming as though life was forever,<br />hustling to make another dollar?<br /><br />Remember the times we should have called it quits?<br />Especially when I first took sick?<br />Never thinking that life could end this quick?<br />Taking for granted the clock that ticks?<br /><br />Remember the times, through many lectures,<br />I quoted only “family” matters?<br />The memories, the stories, the life I chose to live,<br />some things I which I could take back to give?<br /><br />Life though short, comes with many lessons,<br />good and bad, many blessings!<br />It`s not the frivolous things that survive,<br />But how we choose to live our lives!<br />remembering all the good times………<br /><br />To my bro....forever to remember!!<br />Love Ming your bro.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21599865.post-78032524133545566362012-09-25T19:06:00.000-04:002012-09-25T19:06:41.839-04:0031 of 40 - 9 more weeks!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Waiting to become a father is both exciting and anxious in the same instance. Exciting for obvious reasons: knowing you created life, seeing some sort of measure as a human in your child face, feeling unconditionally devoted to someone other than yourself, experiencing the love and wonder a baby can bring. Having completed 31 of approximately 40 weeks, this building of anticipation to hold your own little miracle in the world can seem painfully timeless. To have so much love for someone you have yet to meet only to witness as little blimps and bumps on your woman's belly is a wonder I have to remind myself to breathe. I'm stoked to meet this little baby bok choy as we have characteristically nick-named the kid.<br />
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And then there's the anxiety of being the supreme provider and super dad with nothing short of god-like powers. How the F*&@ do you change a diaper, should I watch the baby coming out of the cooch, if my kid misses just a bit during potty training should I reward or say "try harder?" So many questions being a first time dad. Having all these questions, makes me think of my dad. How it was never the end result that made him happy but the process of doing and learning. He has been the best dad: devoted, selfless, caring. He has never hugged or told me he loved me but he would drive me to hockey as a kid at 6am and til this day still tailor's every new pants I buy. My parents gave me what they could and as a kid that was "almost" always good enough. Being an adult now, I know everything they provided was more then enough.<br />
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I really don't know what to expect when I do become a father in about 8-10 weeks but I do know that it's going to be like my first day kindergarten: Excited to get there, anxiously waiting but determined to be the best.<br />
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Baby E, we'll see you soon.<br />
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<br />Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21599865.post-41518682625420480582012-05-03T16:29:00.000-04:002012-05-08T16:35:27.987-04:00Grabbing MomentumIt's been a long time since I wrote - I guess it takes time to get life back on track. But that's the good thing, it eventually always does so long as you let it. I had a dream yesterday. I was a hockey coach and our team had lost momentum. No one was following the plans set out and we were losing all the battles. My players were deflated and lacked motivation. In my dream, in desperation, I told each player to do one thing they were known for on their next shift. If you were meant to hit and be a grinder, focus on that one small task. If you were a score or play maker, make sure you get one shot on the next shift. Each player picked one talent they excelled in amongst a gambit of skills required to play hockey and just did that one thing right on their next shift. From that, momentum built and players felt more confident, I felt more confident. From one good skill turned into a host of capabilities that we all achieved together. <br />
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Pretty serious dream I guess. But I think that's the secret. When things are not going as planned and all hell seems to be breaking loose, pick one thing you are sure of and focus on that; win that battle and eventually you'll win the day. I think it's all about rhythm and find the right cords that bring back each situation into your desired outcome. <br />
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In my line of work, my career depends on problem solving and gaining momentum to quickly overcome the tougher times in a business life cycle. If a solution doesn't come quickly like a writer having writer's block, I'll try to be that coach in my dream and encourage utilizing known skills of a talent before venturing into more difficult assignments as a team/company. Find some rhythm and eventually piece by piece, you'll have a song.<br />
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Elle sent this to me today... Only fitting. Ma Blonde.<br />
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'-To get something you never had, you have to do something you never did.'<br />
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Picture of my newest niece - Too young to feel deflated but when she is, I'll know what to say.
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Mrs. Kwok was always quick to use the extra hands to mow the lawn, clean the house, help with the cooking – Ming was always quick to teach me the fastest yet most effective way to do each task. <br /><br />I remember one summer Ming was a paperboy… I actually think it only lasted a couple of days; Ming hated working for “the Man” even back then. Now, I don’t recall the child labour laws back then but I was only seven or eight when Ming got me to tag along. A Toronto Star van would pick us up and drop off each kid in a designated paper delivery area. The van driver said whoever could deliver the most papers would get a prize at the end of the day. Ming as we all know him, devised a plan for us to split up and cover more area – it probably wasn’t the safest for a seven year old boy but by the end of the day, Ming and I ended up winning the prize: a Toronto Star ruler that had a calculator and time on it. <br />It was one of the first things that I truly earned in my life – I think I still have the calculator at my parent’s house. <br /><br />Ming was always an opportunist. <br /><br />When Ming found me with a huge bag of marbles that I told him I won them from kids at school. In typical Ming fashion, he took me to where he knew kids played marbles. “Lose the first couple of games” he told me, “make him feel good.” Ming then enticed the kid to play double or nothing and when the kid say, “ok.” Ming told me to beat him. Even as kids, we learned how to hustle. <br />To take it a step further, not only did we win all the marbles, we sold them back to the kids to buy candy and pop at the corner store.<br /><br />But the thing I remember most as kids was one particular fall day. We played road hockey. With all the kids 3-5 years older then me, I always got the shaft and had to play goalie. We didn’t have money back than so we had to take Ming’s moms couch cushion and duck tape them around my legs and used a BMX bike helmet, two sizes too big as a goalie mask. The other goalie had all the official gear: road hockey pads, mask, trapper, blocker and even a goalie stick – We were lucky to have hockey stick that wasn’t nailed together with two different pieces of wood. <br />I remember playing my heart out that day and stopped every shot that came. We won the road hockey game and it was in large part due to my contribution. <br />That night, Ming praised me for how good I played and we dreamed and laughed about how fun the day was. <br />Ming then grabbed a small white plastic suitcase and put $5 in it. “Whatever money we earn or get, we’ll put it into this suitcase and save up for goalie pads.” That’s the kind of person Ming was, even as a kid, he always knew you could attain so much more when you do things together. That’s the way Ming and I always lived. <br /><br />While Ming was very pragmatic about everything he did, he always supported everyone in following their dreams. Ming did whatever he could to help.<br /><br />A big part of me was lost when Ming died but I know he’s given me more then enough to walk tall in this world. Ming may have died much too soon but he lived more then 10 lifetimes worth of experiences. You’ll be in my steps forever bro.Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21599865.post-62927072700990592932012-01-25T17:04:00.005-05:002012-01-26T18:33:21.014-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimp8ue7ZvMiOu7baOB684VThPpMw5_exUA6jdtn_M57Zht4IAQxtIWrtHAP6yaHbN3q4d1SM4tw4vJcuoHu7k9o1ACo0p2JcABn13quK4AV5L5P3W9GrSitdK6tNFOkMxw53XHnw/s1600/398401_10150495486376549_638911548_9203785_106971491_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimp8ue7ZvMiOu7baOB684VThPpMw5_exUA6jdtn_M57Zht4IAQxtIWrtHAP6yaHbN3q4d1SM4tw4vJcuoHu7k9o1ACo0p2JcABn13quK4AV5L5P3W9GrSitdK6tNFOkMxw53XHnw/s400/398401_10150495486376549_638911548_9203785_106971491_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701697901522300674" /></a><br />Never has there ever been a person to push me so hard than Ming. While my parents and family supported and loved me, he always nudged me to do more. He taught me that when you're comfortable, it means you are not striving to your true potential - Don't be afraid to fail. <br />As children growing up, I absorbed many of his dreams to be a provider and desire to make an imprint on this planet. We committed to tasks with purpose and motivation - whenever I was tired or lazy, he'd call me out and made sure I looked at the "big picture." We tinkered with electronics, built bike ramps and forts - it was him that I learned "if you are not going to do something right, than don't do it at all." He showed me how to formulate a plan and execute the follow through; he gave me patience and poise. We didn't come from wealth so we had to hustle and use our imagination to make due. He had some harebrained ideas that seemed impossible... but he made them happen. <br />He always tried to bring out the best in me and never let me cut corners. We became men together, depending on each other on the most difficult of tasks. "Two heads are better than one..."<br /><br />Ming, my brother, I love you. In my steps forever.<br /><br />WL<br /><br />My peeps, life isn't easy or sometimes fair but if you can give to Kristen and Krystal's RESP fund - I'd know their lives would be put on the right tracks. <br /><br />Love you guys... more than you'll ever know.<br /><br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/99903?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/99903">Kristen & Krystal</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user130309">Mr.W</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21599865.post-30829916752744931262011-12-09T15:40:00.001-05:002011-12-09T15:41:57.465-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja2MVa6rYurTjAqFsykIkHE2OVR7gIrzQMQwgHnrFtTYwWIITcUsUfWJFbobeN9w3Nfp4YdJ1n4PQhaNX0c4hpEVUjdDNXhJOSWt3TdsDeCwTUuaKYhsJnPobc4ZfoIwUagnqP/s1600/HOC_XMAS.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja2MVa6rYurTjAqFsykIkHE2OVR7gIrzQMQwgHnrFtTYwWIITcUsUfWJFbobeN9w3Nfp4YdJ1n4PQhaNX0c4hpEVUjdDNXhJOSWt3TdsDeCwTUuaKYhsJnPobc4ZfoIwUagnqP/s400/HOC_XMAS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684172464867977090" /></a><br /><br />Around this time of year, when we send out a new Holiday card, Ricardo and I always look back at Christmas cards from past and can't help but be thankful for what House of Cool has brought us. With so many great individuals we have worked with, the creatives each artists strive for and the "always be better" attitude all of us instill, we appreciate every artists and staff that come through the studio's door. <br /><br />In thanking for the past, we always catch each other dreaming BIG about the future. There is so much talent in this city and our province. We see so much opportunity and advantages. With our team, we'll strive to always pursue those big dreams and create the best work the industry will be proud of.<br /><br />Happy Holidays to our industry and our amazing clients.<br /><br />Ricardo and Wes<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6co6xFdMh1R48dseMdJhm-5JAgjclP8ZSQfIgjq4nVmqVWB0iwWGPDD3Th1IZ2KMs61xUJO1R4INoJZkGxMhli4ybdX_l3heSOLWQXHAa3zYG6KoyNnBq5LEhXoF9WIOqa1C0Kg/s1600/ROVER_XMAS.2011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6co6xFdMh1R48dseMdJhm-5JAgjclP8ZSQfIgjq4nVmqVWB0iwWGPDD3Th1IZ2KMs61xUJO1R4INoJZkGxMhli4ybdX_l3heSOLWQXHAa3zYG6KoyNnBq5LEhXoF9WIOqa1C0Kg/s400/ROVER_XMAS.2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684231575297650914" /></a>Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21599865.post-31092225277174277892011-11-29T18:58:00.003-05:002011-11-29T19:06:02.189-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdGvticLgcDMpIERoCyDH8s0eSR206QICIvOijw-9SfrIRUmEGkFPXwmzU8bhxJt5MyWY0Jdzo63iAp3FeeYWL3uUU0QcRtXNs1oPXEtdHfgAI6rgYY9tUcoixkPKqgfXBlMtmsA/s1600/vaip_flyer_2011_sidebars.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdGvticLgcDMpIERoCyDH8s0eSR206QICIvOijw-9SfrIRUmEGkFPXwmzU8bhxJt5MyWY0Jdzo63iAp3FeeYWL3uUU0QcRtXNs1oPXEtdHfgAI6rgYY9tUcoixkPKqgfXBlMtmsA/s400/vaip_flyer_2011_sidebars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680573328181241042" /></a><br />I've been fortunate to be apart of CASO, meeting many studio owners and seeing their studios in action developing and producing world class work. Being an owner of a studio isn't always the easiest but it's the staff that make every studio meaningful and creative. With big thanks to Allan and Athena over at Soho VFX, we're working with studios around Ontario to throw the first ever Holiday Industry Party. It's gonna be a blast and we hope to see many of you there.<br /><br />Check out: <a href="http://vaip.ca/">http://vaip.ca/</a>Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21599865.post-29910735674551927782011-11-08T12:54:00.001-05:002011-11-08T12:54:19.767-05:00Thanks to Jay, The House of Cool Team is officially signed up for Movember! All the dudes will grow their stashes and all the ladies will continue to shave their legs and armpits.<br /><br />If you would like to support us you can donate to our team through this link:<br /><div class="p1"><br /></div><div class="p1"> <a href="http://www.movember.com/m/2201574"><span class="s1">http://www.movember.com/m/2201574</span></a></div><div class="p2"><br /></div><div class="p1">You can even go old school and write a cheque payable to “Movember Canada”, reference "Wes Lui" and Registration Number<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> 2201574</span> and send it to: Movember Canada, 119 Spadina Avenue, PO Box 65, Toronto, ON M5T 2T2</div><div class="p2"><br />All donations are tax deductible.</div><div class="p2"><br /></div><div class="p1">At the end of the month, the crew will vote on who's stash looks the best - I can already tell you, the chinese guy will finish in last place.</div><div class="p1"><br /></div><div class="p1">Here are a few pictures of what the boyz have growing on.</div><div class="p1"><br /></div><div class="p1">Down with Prostate Cancer. Start Trending #DWPC!</div><div class="p1"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp0Vql8g9jTY_aMEPfPuV-xIKYyVYbDyLEl07krRTnHqvU7T6NjcNS5F6f6D2vxJmCXWOSA2AWQdLd8zjhwiLa-7vjkHtgOdCHroNhyphenhyphenxYzv_YjC2gxWih1AQAVndqto87oOli2/s1600/Photo+on+2011-11-04+at+13.24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp0Vql8g9jTY_aMEPfPuV-xIKYyVYbDyLEl07krRTnHqvU7T6NjcNS5F6f6D2vxJmCXWOSA2AWQdLd8zjhwiLa-7vjkHtgOdCHroNhyphenhyphenxYzv_YjC2gxWih1AQAVndqto87oOli2/s320/Photo+on+2011-11-04+at+13.24.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhke0wZSo_Yuoc2SA35v1v3Tcp5yBM2W2HC3c31LrBcmMaTcLHyrremQXkxOH6GllwVEoVLdI0IacyhTV0gtD1aBelUh6HYdNu-2UsMXNx5AoJzstz4VqQ077rDxUSy3goFEJ8n/s1600/Photo+on+2011-11-04+at+13.25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhke0wZSo_Yuoc2SA35v1v3Tcp5yBM2W2HC3c31LrBcmMaTcLHyrremQXkxOH6GllwVEoVLdI0IacyhTV0gtD1aBelUh6HYdNu-2UsMXNx5AoJzstz4VqQ077rDxUSy3goFEJ8n/s320/Photo+on+2011-11-04+at+13.25.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJI9Od8X_hiOe2_0kMTpu4gk2lgwLlds7Sa0z8OiXGtE_mUH6FRFH79nepMycMomfn4GRkTRUrM8Mal8qc5c1KZmJTbFcH5C5SoXKftCPCGrHBko7Qwfz3Y1kwLGq9zPcbMsia/s1600/Photo+on+2011-11-04+at+14.29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJI9Od8X_hiOe2_0kMTpu4gk2lgwLlds7Sa0z8OiXGtE_mUH6FRFH79nepMycMomfn4GRkTRUrM8Mal8qc5c1KZmJTbFcH5C5SoXKftCPCGrHBko7Qwfz3Y1kwLGq9zPcbMsia/s320/Photo+on+2011-11-04+at+14.29.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh99GwUwkQG1Ej2wrPTf7gvNzYoOx3WMXUQFyN09fzfbveV56ejKFjs_Yd-I0JqKE8n6Rx9Q2wM8E2MMWU-5SfsvFAkqffQrXZ4UEn1hrSZgtnXI3AVrnWpHJfaKobPT95vACDa/s1600/Photo+on+2011-11-04+at+14.28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh99GwUwkQG1Ej2wrPTf7gvNzYoOx3WMXUQFyN09fzfbveV56ejKFjs_Yd-I0JqKE8n6Rx9Q2wM8E2MMWU-5SfsvFAkqffQrXZ4UEn1hrSZgtnXI3AVrnWpHJfaKobPT95vACDa/s320/Photo+on+2011-11-04+at+14.28.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQm4KYwue0IJlDlZ-bjlWnxzd_mJIJWkdNc3wcTukh_n52KcwQEWgwRAB1dxDh9IWt_hURvoKBx_lfqYUeOsp0_F2llONr9rO2Au9LFkZVCbaM1nEmHI3DGcd9W-G07Dog1Jat/s1600/Photo+on+2011-11-04+at+14.35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQm4KYwue0IJlDlZ-bjlWnxzd_mJIJWkdNc3wcTukh_n52KcwQEWgwRAB1dxDh9IWt_hURvoKBx_lfqYUeOsp0_F2llONr9rO2Au9LFkZVCbaM1nEmHI3DGcd9W-G07Dog1Jat/s320/Photo+on+2011-11-04+at+14.35.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="p1"><br /></div><div class="p2"><br /></div><div class="p1">Down with Prostate Cancer. Start Trending #DWPC!</div>Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21599865.post-49836314150218451392011-10-18T13:25:00.001-04:002011-10-18T13:26:43.143-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2rUb0yuPUAaBQZT6gWeShcUMb6ZcQ0Y6WzLYx-y2nyuekBg0JjHXZ1PkxAi7Nl_-0aixTHb0l-JPxlDSEih1X5zIPzX3L2w5gB5TFQUk9-ifh5PWs_UjoBAqP55d42s9AhxjGzg/s1600/post_XS_banner_CASO.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2rUb0yuPUAaBQZT6gWeShcUMb6ZcQ0Y6WzLYx-y2nyuekBg0JjHXZ1PkxAi7Nl_-0aixTHb0l-JPxlDSEih1X5zIPzX3L2w5gB5TFQUk9-ifh5PWs_UjoBAqP55d42s9AhxjGzg/s400/post_XS_banner_CASO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664884888326706866" /></a><br /><br />CASO Members receive a special discount on X-Summit tickets. For the full schedule and to register, visit: www.x-summit.com<br /><br />Use Discount Code: XS20CASO<br />Recieve 20 percent off member and regular rates. (A huge value on member rates!) This will be in effect until Friday Oct 14.<br /><br />X-Summit, co-produced by CASO and Interactive Ontario (IO), will kick off the evening of October 24 and take place October 25-26 at The Carlu in Toronto. X-Summit explores emerging opportunities where broadcast and interactive platforms converge. CASO and IO Members receive a special discount, and can receive the Early Bird rate until Friday Sept 30th. For the full schedule and to register, visit: www.x-summit.com<br /><br /><br />Featured Speakers:<br /><br /><br />Jonas Eneroth, Managing Partner, ProCloud Media which has launched Paramount Pictures' War of the Worlds and Star Trek. Executive Producer of Eidos' multi-award winning Deus Ex, Hitman and Timesplitters franchises.<br /><br />John Kavanagh, SVP of Video Games, Paramount Pictures, designed, developed and licensed interactive games and technology to leading gaming companies including Sega, Nintendo, Atari, Apple, Commodore<br /><br />Vince Gerardis, Co-Executive Producer, HBO's hit series Game of Thrones<br /><br />Nathan Mayfield, CCO of Hoodlum, producers of award-winning transmedia campaigns for ABC's FlashForward and Lost, Pascal Langlois, Ethan Mars in the award-winning Heavy Rain & founder of Motives in Movement<br /><br />Featured Sessions:<br /><br />Cross-Media Synergy<br />When developing IP that has TV as a key foundation, is it best to develop the TV series first or the cross-platform plans/world building first? This session delves into whether a synergy exists in producing a TV show and an online plan at the same time.<br />Featuring: Ken Faier, El Presidente, Nerd Corps. Entertainment<br /> <br />Character Crossing: Developing Multi-Platform Characters<br />Drawing on examples from TV, animation, video games, and toys, this workshop will dive into key elements that will help a property and its characters move successfully between platforms.<br />Featuring: Leah Hoyer, Creative Producer, Levity Entertainment Group<br /> <br />The Green Light Series: Investor Round Table<br />This session will cover the fundamentals of cross-media monetization strategies. Martin Soltys works with entrepreneurs, producers, writers, directors and designers (of video game, mobile & web applications) to create and develop transmedia storytelling methodology and techniques, with the goal of delivering enhanced entertainment experiences for audiences, viewers, users and players of all ages and cultures.<br />Featuring: Martin Soltys, Founder and CEO, TransMedia Entertainment Corp.Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21599865.post-85058278047167420362011-10-03T09:52:00.001-04:002011-10-03T09:55:51.207-04:00This vid was passed around at the studio - liked it so much that I had to post. Check it out: Great Track, sick moves<br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LXO-jKksQkM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21599865.post-19405472366054528272011-09-24T11:59:00.001-04:002011-09-24T11:59:09.097-04:00Trivia Pursuit: WL - Hello RH.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbV1IqNzOatJC0Lx7X431-PkOtOmvhCr3ONiv0juuJW_5lb10psJu7Ef_DrcyvFbfBssNIM1fXNFt8DOr07LJBt-Qbn6cJDXPmbg3vQPklVaXTbIkwKlimIwOoEgTbuoZifCzeFQ/s1600/Toronto-20110923-00914.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbV1IqNzOatJC0Lx7X431-PkOtOmvhCr3ONiv0juuJW_5lb10psJu7Ef_DrcyvFbfBssNIM1fXNFt8DOr07LJBt-Qbn6cJDXPmbg3vQPklVaXTbIkwKlimIwOoEgTbuoZifCzeFQ/s400/Toronto-20110923-00914.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655907032655762274" /></a><br />I've been told that the things you care for most take time to grow and flourish - That it is through patience and sacrifice when you truly deserve the satisfaction of what you have long been seeking. And while I know this to be true of most everything I've been searching for, the world capsized when you walked in it. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQBr-p4wNmlsHWnPXTkesBc9s1vc8jCf0Twf43i3SOIXQgIbFUIBvuenwtIkRbGB7qVsYY0U4C9CdzQ8x2xnnlfFXo47NYh1BLFgHrNSksqN4wirqN8UiQfS6_QX4UFInfNYtDHQ/s1600/Toronto-20110924-00915.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQBr-p4wNmlsHWnPXTkesBc9s1vc8jCf0Twf43i3SOIXQgIbFUIBvuenwtIkRbGB7qVsYY0U4C9CdzQ8x2xnnlfFXo47NYh1BLFgHrNSksqN4wirqN8UiQfS6_QX4UFInfNYtDHQ/s200/Toronto-20110924-00915.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655907486056447074" /></a><br />My life's journey ended the instant I met you <br />- for moment's after, <br />reality escapes me and dreams carry me to my bed. <br />You are the light in my eyes,<br />You are all I need that carries me. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs204b067pdxrm07fkU3PF0RKDI9joolWFcMHDKr8zeB-u8xcM8opIARJVPFD-tmQS0Iy4ZDMLyxAP65SJf3Cm00lxBHQZZC6VNoFq377tIfj8S81EVVTOWYpxzr59db8yJYn-VA/s1600/IMG-20110910-00877.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs204b067pdxrm07fkU3PF0RKDI9joolWFcMHDKr8zeB-u8xcM8opIARJVPFD-tmQS0Iy4ZDMLyxAP65SJf3Cm00lxBHQZZC6VNoFq377tIfj8S81EVVTOWYpxzr59db8yJYn-VA/s200/IMG-20110910-00877.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655908269072918578" /></a><br /><br />So present, I'm here - the elation of knowing a search is complete:<br />Inhale, exhale, inhale... can't believe its real.<br />- time is secondless, <br />while patience disappeared in a single kiss<br /><br /><br />Whatever happens from here <br />- will be as delicious as a jar of candies.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCnYSKr-zRSExi3ksJJStsIJQIG3kZs0LW6_IO7FVtY7Lt-0JtB9xya3bROK9iM97-cCQBdOIDCqAGZ40XGNh7iLDFYBVSDKtT2ovjpy6rrdWwj7qD24_Z1hERkTV7jOsDw5FABQ/s1600/Toronto-20110924-00916.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCnYSKr-zRSExi3ksJJStsIJQIG3kZs0LW6_IO7FVtY7Lt-0JtB9xya3bROK9iM97-cCQBdOIDCqAGZ40XGNh7iLDFYBVSDKtT2ovjpy6rrdWwj7qD24_Z1hERkTV7jOsDw5FABQ/s400/Toronto-20110924-00916.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655911885230035938" /></a>Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21599865.post-16929820465292691792011-07-20T06:33:00.005-04:002011-07-20T06:37:43.249-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZBEjq3dkwexA6o_Ib4vQ6PpHy6DnTqf0oEUxyzpnUONbZMLeUDmTS_fbdEjFGSjE4EE4veOaHnk3qWkYf9NYq99DZvI7XftFhfnWg6nK3r_h2IGhdulVNjlgwnE1Mxe5mbhpN1Q/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-20+at+6.34.52+AM.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZBEjq3dkwexA6o_Ib4vQ6PpHy6DnTqf0oEUxyzpnUONbZMLeUDmTS_fbdEjFGSjE4EE4veOaHnk3qWkYf9NYq99DZvI7XftFhfnWg6nK3r_h2IGhdulVNjlgwnE1Mxe5mbhpN1Q/s400/Screen+shot+2011-07-20+at+6.34.52+AM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631381508541875202" /></a><br />Just Say Yes!<br /><br />Hey Everyone,<br /><br />Morgan Toomb's ginormous heart is doing a charity event to raise awareness for women living in the Ngong Hills slums (Kenya, Africa) who have HIV/AIDS. In the spirit of empowerment, genius Morgan and her posse (which includes the Lovely Lida) has come up with a cool scavenger hunt that's about unlocking your own personal liberations... it's called, "Just Say Yes." It's simple, you have people pledge something you want to unlock in your life and as you break barriers and reach achievements... you also raise money for the charity. It's like running 5km for Cancer - only it doesn't have to be about physical endurance but it can be about the emotional... Your Yes may be to break poor habits or tell your boss you want a raise (No one's getting a raise at HoC)... it's about doing something you always wanted to do but left on the back burner... Time to turn on the lights.<br /><br />"Just Say Yes" let's people know what you've always wanted but to scared or busy to do... and they help you achieve it though awareness and your commitment. Download and print your free Just Say Yes BIB and sponsorship kit from www.justsayyesto.org (or pick a pledge package up from your friendly event organizers)<br />1) OR Donate to the cause! Can’t come to the event but want to get involved?<br /><br />Donate online at http://justsayyesto.org/donate/<br /><br />Or, mail a cheque to: Just Say YES! 280 Grace Street, Suite #1, Toronto, ON, M6G 3A6<br /><br />2) OR Donate goods or services for our silent auction! <br /><br />Contact Morgan @ joyfulmorgan@gmail.com<br /><br />AND If anything else... DJ Jerms is spinning at the latter half... So whether you can donate or come out to support, we can all get together and have a good night out.<br /><br />Thanks and PLEASE PASS ALONG!Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21599865.post-91812475794341585782011-07-18T23:42:00.010-04:002011-07-20T13:15:29.795-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4u-G9PoY6mDu42qNbhhgBNV6roVs-VTUkMZdFrtFUex-uS7gE1Rm1RwHwjHiY3s_thHths6UuRp9ctps36qUa_xf3ww5f3zzluT0FLgc9961tCUCioORkoEiS0U6wui_kXksuaQ/s1600/Toronto-20110714-00623.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4u-G9PoY6mDu42qNbhhgBNV6roVs-VTUkMZdFrtFUex-uS7gE1Rm1RwHwjHiY3s_thHths6UuRp9ctps36qUa_xf3ww5f3zzluT0FLgc9961tCUCioORkoEiS0U6wui_kXksuaQ/s320/Toronto-20110714-00623.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631059392446771570" /></a><br />Finding Ground<br /><br />A day is filled with decisions, some with more gravity then others. In many respects, the future are the children of each decision we make - It starts small, a twinkle of a thought, a question mark in your head. Then it grows of discovery and finding limits but trying to be boundless. At some point a decision reaches adulthood, entering the real world. There's always a moment just before a decision is made that your emotions levels you, bringing you to the knees of consciousness as you get a handle of what is about to happen. When a decision becomes reality, I think people feel it's like jumping off a cliff, you can't go back. But the truth is, decisions is like snow fall; each snowflake colliding and changing, floating and gaining speed, drifting and finding path... eventually it all reaches the same place: the ground. A decision will always reach the ground regardless of where you land. And, I believe this to be true, you can always walk when your feet are on the ground. <br /><br />So whatever your decision looks like or how it enters reality, finding ground doesn't mean you won't be able to change. It's from that very ground your decision landed on that you can always walk to a new decision, changing and following a new journey.<br /><br />It can be hard to make decisions but it's always harder not having your feet to the ground.<br /><br />Thank you MT for showing me this and so much more.Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21599865.post-81150029533868510622011-04-27T23:26:00.006-04:002011-05-04T19:46:43.546-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4jWAf48wXiVz-Qhhn2ID58XJa9XiDgdd3siji10byexaYKtTziudqrUuvFjSiDTrq3hRyjP779bgReJ4YNuBXzxFSD5nWZrdY52Vrr1faufGGb75betA4aIQmMh6g0KxwarEKFA/s1600/Wes%2527s+Invite%252C2011.v2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4jWAf48wXiVz-Qhhn2ID58XJa9XiDgdd3siji10byexaYKtTziudqrUuvFjSiDTrq3hRyjP779bgReJ4YNuBXzxFSD5nWZrdY52Vrr1faufGGb75betA4aIQmMh6g0KxwarEKFA/s400/Wes%2527s+Invite%252C2011.v2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600477240610363602" /></a><br /><br />5 Bday Brady Bunches of Banana-ness Party - Everyone Welcome!<br /><br />Date: Friday May 6th, 2011<br />Location: Faces Nightclub<br />Addy: 224 Richmond St. W<br /><br />Mention: Ryan, Mike, Demetri, TJ, Wes party<br />Cover: It's either going to be FREE, $5 or $10 pending on when you get there.... All peeps should be there before 11:00, fashionably late 11:30, Frick I can't get in 12:30 (Don't be that dude that calls me to come out and get you!)<br /><br />A birthday is like the start of a new year; I habitually re-evaluate my past, make or stick to resolutions to my Year Up goals, and laugh at myself for all the follies I've made til this point. I think there's an age where you put so much pressure on yourself that you end up mocking yourself for not enjoying the moments that make up your character. For me, it's been these past couple of years. It's the chances to use what I've learned, the knowledge gained, and make a difference in this world - to entertain kids and their families. I'm not getting any younger so let's do this!<br /><br />See you at the party!Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21599865.post-24365919052617838742011-03-25T22:51:00.009-04:002011-04-06T23:33:00.417-04:00Stop watching Discovery and go look for yourself...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT4AstkqC6lXE2x_m3oDTtJOiyEhlVFlBgstOggYmlCfO7mcZFgrpQmb40I2ZVbKL5WDMwROJAvAWbCHNXOxlNUAxBcRrNQz_IBU26I62D6PFphiN1fCn2TciLJs2_JvGE6qbRaw/s1600/IMG-20110317-00102.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT4AstkqC6lXE2x_m3oDTtJOiyEhlVFlBgstOggYmlCfO7mcZFgrpQmb40I2ZVbKL5WDMwROJAvAWbCHNXOxlNUAxBcRrNQz_IBU26I62D6PFphiN1fCn2TciLJs2_JvGE6qbRaw/s320/IMG-20110317-00102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592292179790536690" /></a><br />I'm not particularly religious but I've always wanted to see with my own eyes, touch with my own hands, the statue of Christ the Redemption as he stretches out his arm across the city of Rio. I wanted to feel him welcome these beautiful people of Brazil every morning and kiss them good night each sunset. The statue really could be anyone standing a top the mountain peak hugging the world and, indeed, when you arrive at Christ's feet, tourists and locals alike inevitably get a picture with them spreading out their arms sharing the city with the savior.<br />There are so many great things to see in this world and it's good to scratch this one off the list. There's a saying, "If you got an itch, itch it." If you want to see something in some far off land, go see it! You'll love yourself for it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1VUPvkmkY4oHumVobkkWlMzs-8KZpNB5cKI-oEtbeaQyvTDJrx5yKTFEOmgQ2eL-XHjK65Up1jBk64RJrcYOM_nyEpL_WP4qxqZzXGUNVQ2MDyoDG0KPJjMeJhiE1B9-RSV4aaw/s1600/IMG-20110317-00099.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1VUPvkmkY4oHumVobkkWlMzs-8KZpNB5cKI-oEtbeaQyvTDJrx5yKTFEOmgQ2eL-XHjK65Up1jBk64RJrcYOM_nyEpL_WP4qxqZzXGUNVQ2MDyoDG0KPJjMeJhiE1B9-RSV4aaw/s400/IMG-20110317-00099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592292735537335026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf5HhpFCB2vxxr0PunEpvf7oYVPHyTTNQesN8zEy7KOR5PHPtTD5GH7urotWFeypFLMTUKyMwP0YXW-8l1HdMmcD8gg5X8azpumAjcCZ1nRYxO4SgilBOEDj0b4NkCyx3JVBx52A/s1600/IMG-20110316-00024.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf5HhpFCB2vxxr0PunEpvf7oYVPHyTTNQesN8zEy7KOR5PHPtTD5GH7urotWFeypFLMTUKyMwP0YXW-8l1HdMmcD8gg5X8azpumAjcCZ1nRYxO4SgilBOEDj0b4NkCyx3JVBx52A/s400/IMG-20110316-00024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592293165921248770" /></a>Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21599865.post-89343992974481680362011-02-27T11:46:00.004-05:002011-02-27T23:41:57.680-05:00It Doesn't Get Better <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcKVfuIq8LfPLfTEP0vc6qdh2_2xrvXbPP7rgudkrkNKVp6RzIAxmS1yCXDZWEVjHypSSX8VDOaI4NmVUO1m2pI8j8u-vK0VrZSHT2XqwqgsaWFc5goJiyTrddhNEofOFvpzyUEg/s1600/P2270635.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcKVfuIq8LfPLfTEP0vc6qdh2_2xrvXbPP7rgudkrkNKVp6RzIAxmS1yCXDZWEVjHypSSX8VDOaI4NmVUO1m2pI8j8u-vK0VrZSHT2XqwqgsaWFc5goJiyTrddhNEofOFvpzyUEg/s400/P2270635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578421993126504178" /></a><br />There are moments you wait for - The kind when you don't need to hear a single thing to understand. It's luminescence breaking the night drowning deep shadows as it starts time as if born again. It all reaches me and I can't help but surrender. Everything is quiet and still. I wait as you face me eye to eye knowingly in a few brief moments, you'll shine above - This is when I know... The day was made for me.Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21599865.post-5469229092337906002011-02-17T11:46:00.001-05:002011-02-17T11:48:54.837-05:00Thought this was pretty funny - A conversation between Trinity (Ryan's GF and Arun's pop - setting: summer cottage, everyone's favourite, Gary Owen.<br /> <br />Arun:<br /><br />"Anne and I were recollecting a funny conversation my Dad and Trinity had at the cottage:<br /><br />Trinity - Men in this day and age should split child rearing 50/50 with women and help out more at home. <br /><br />Daddy Kanagasabapathy - (in heavy thick Indian accent) I fully and wholeheartedly agree. Especially when women are on their menstural period. During this time they are most unclean and should not touch the children.<br /><br />Laurence, Anne and Ryan [laughing their asses off in the backGround, while Trinity is just shocked at my Dad. Meanwhile Jarrod and Arun are confused and sipping on salty Gatorade to help restore cognative ability]<br /><br />Such fun times!!!!"<br /><br />Can't wait for summer cottage 2011!Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21599865.post-91116447104582001842011-02-12T09:35:00.004-05:002011-02-17T08:00:12.198-05:00A few months back, the amazing Electric Playground people did an interview on our studio and the Co-Co Feature we are producing. As an added benefit, they let me do a spot on one of my favourite movies of last year. Check it out: I'm definitely not host material and they definitely made it look good. Special Thanks to Darcy!<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340" data="http://www.elecplay.com/scripts/flowplayer-3.1.5.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"><param name="movie" value="http://www.elecplay.com/scripts/flowplayer-3.1.5.swf" /><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="flashvars" value='config={"plugins":{"nginx":{"url":"http://www.elecplay.com/scripts/flowplayer.pseudostreaming-3.1.3.swf"}},"clip":{"provider":"nginx","autoPlay":false,"url":"http://vid.elecplay.com/1102/rotr110202_1.mp4","start":"238", "linkUrl":"http://www.reviewsontherun.com/watch/10/18/1/238/"}}'/></object>Mr. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472420070946567056noreply@blogger.com0