back to the banal blogging that i'm responsible for creating.

today, i've been struggling to find this song. so what does ritchie do? well he searches up and down the internet not leaving a stone uncovered (actually i went through 10 pages in my google search then realized that it wasn't going to show). so i send out this massive email to my friends (who constantly check their email) and in a time of 10 minutes i got a few responses. i send out icq messages to let everyone know what i was looking for.

considering that i only remembered a few parts of the song. like 3 lines, a few phone calls were made and guess what i found out.

1. the name of the song is "song of my soul"
2. the composer was from the states
3. the composer is a girl, who moved to victoria bc
4. i know her!, she sang at my church group dance that i dj'ed for
5. there isn't an mp3 in existence anywhere (at least that i know of).

ever get a song ringing through your head and you can't figure out the lyrics or the title?

that's exactly whats been happening to me. i have a melody happening in my head and a few lyrics floating around in there as well. it came to me in a prayer. it's been a struggle for me lately to keep my focus lately. i've been slipping left and right in almost everything that i do and yesterday i heard this song and it brought everything together for me. i was there for a reason, to remember my angel who i've forgotten and to hear this song. it calmed me down last night.

i'm probably not the most religious person in the world, and if you ask me i probably have one foot in hell already. i still believe and i still want to lead a life because i know its the only thing that can fill this empty feeling i have inside.

sometimes i'm lying down on my bed, not able to sleep thinking if i should be doing something different in my life.

i'm sore, battered and bruised from yesterday

well,. it's been since friday night when archie slept over because paintball the next day. it was soo much fun since it's been a year since i've picked up my paintball gun. i was playing a somewhat good game. i had a few really good kills and got shot up pretty bad too. (just a mental note: if your going to play sniper the minute they start shooting at you, stop pretending to be a tree and run) there were about 3 big groups playing, including ours and there was a point when we combined groups and played a huge game of 36 for 20 minutes. that was a crazy game, cause i got pinned down behind a tree and was being shot up from all directions.

after paintball we ate at the all mighty mcdonalds and went home. i went to sleep. i woke up and couldn't move my body, except my fingers. it's not a pretty sight trying to reach for your pager when it's just an arms length away. then it was set up for the second release of icemag, because third release was due yesterday.

then back to all you can eat sushi, now hows that for a crazy day. did i mention that i'm bruised up and battered from paintball?

so whats the problem with me and waking up at ungodly hours?!

this is the last time i'm going to sleep early, i think i should keep my messed up sleeping pattern and not try to correct it. i went to sleep at 9pm last night, which would be at least 4 hours earlier than my usual sleeping time. nothing to do but watch tv and surf the net. how bad is that? but today, i took my day off to relax and work on the next release of icemag. there are soo many great articles out being submitted right now, but i'd love to read more. but today isn't all about sitting infront of the computer. i finish all the article editing and publishing in the morning, lunch with paulo, paintball store and then music practice for sunday.

did i tell you that its paintball on saturday?! andrew has taken the liberty to put together a fun filled day of shooting people with hard paintfilled balls (maybe give a few people bruises in the process). it was around this year that the old squad went. since then our paintball guns have been tucked away in their cases. this weekend they will be released from their little cages and readied to inflict some pain on the world (uumm naw i'm not really that sadistic mean....yea whatever)!

i've been listening to rex navarrete the whole day! i've started working on my debut! really no joke!

i'm going to the hospital to see if i can put an iv of caffine.

see last night, i was out clubbing with silvia and no it wasn't a date or anything. just 2 friends hanging out to go dancing and seeing a few friends in the club. before we went to this trendy new age cafe that served "organic beef" hamburgers and to meet up with silvia's friends. then off to the club, vip is great! we drank a bit and danced a bit with the young underage teenyboppers were. of course, there were also the people who had no rhythm and couldn't dance if you put hot coals underneath their feet. i was in awe, that the lady who wasn't dancing to the beat and looked like she was playing a steroid ridden game of gestures got picked up. i guess if you wear the leather pants and the funky shirt that couldn't be any tighter even if you threw water on it.

but today, i'm very much in zombie mode. bags under my eyes, the communicative grunting and the braindead reactions. but hey! what do you expect when you come home at 2:30am.

i was taking a trip down memory lane and running though my pictures on zing and i saw this one. i started laughing so hard.

it was going to be another of those weekends where i'm alone and i cook kraft dinner and just watch tv and surf the web. to my surprise the boys called and wanted to go chill. i just moved into my townhouse and only had my small computer room set up. we ended up being sillie and snapping a few stupid looking pictures via the webcam (which is soo crappy that i want to throw it away). we had the hardcore photos, the basic pose like a riceboy without your car and the silly pictures like this one.

notice, (bottom row R-L) gerard was giving his best imitation of a sad clown without the make-up. archie always wanted to be like a fish. i was trying (for some odd reason) to touch my nose with my tongue. (top row L-R) jaime was trying to make a mouth big enough to swallow a mutated fly. paulo was caught in the middle of saying "what? me? pose silly? ha the nerve!" and john was doing something i'd rather not say.

to see the rest of the webcam silliness follow this link down the yellow brick road.

sometimes i'm soo inspired.

it's usually when i read some of my favorite sites and when i really think of something and it comes out as a good idea. for example, today i was reading fray and the story was about being real. it was amazing! i loved every word and how they came together to make perfect sentences and how the sentences came together for paragraphs. a well written story is a lot like a a lego set. you could piece something together but it won't look that good. then you have the amazing people who can put things together soo well that it actually ends up like a work of art.

so i have a piece that i'm working on. it was going to go into the front page of this site and be my new narrative but i think i'll work a little bit harder on it and submit it to fray. i really love writing because of the similarities it has to programming and putting something together. you can have a really huge process or you can be artistic about it and just let go. watch as the words come together and piece your text together.

but i'll tell you one thing, i'm glad for the invention of spell and grammar checkers!

spiders suck! morgan freeman rocks and kids rule!

last night i saw along came a spider with some of the boys. it was a good movie that had a twist. morgan freeman was awsome as always i just wished his character developed a little bit more (spoken like a true movie critic). overall the movie had me at the edge of my seat (because i get really excited in movies) and biting my nails (now my ring finger has messed up nails). it had everything, a little gun play and a little physical violence and cool james bond face disguises. overall i rated it pretty good (around 8.5 out of 10), but then imdb ratings rated it 6.5 stars out of a possible 10.

i think i get amused with movies to easily. just the fact that i want to see freddy got fingered and no one else wanted to see it because it was a "dumb" movie. just the fact that the piece of paper that had the summaries of the movies playing in the theater had "sex scenes with animals" as part of the description for the movie should've rung a bell with me (but it still hasn't cause i still want to see the movie).

honestly i think i'm developing a really bizarre sense of humor from watching all the ultimate survivor clips about 3 evil pigs eating bacon and cats (or something like that). i found this link from zannah and didn't quite understand it but after reading this i'm giggling trying to stop myself from laughing so hard.

i can't believe that anyone is this mean, or anyone is this dumb!

so you guys like the icons that victor drew? mr talented artist. i'm not sure if my icon looks like me though. people tell me that it does look very similar to me and that i can be mistaken for my icon (how geeky is that). it's actually quite funny where that picture has been used. thats also the picture that i used to humiliate myself (and get mistaken for a girl) in sblog2. now, it has been used to turn me into a cartoon.

but either way, i'm a cartoon and a really cute one at that (at least thats what my friends say). and i've cut my hair since then, right now as it stands i have very little hair on my head

and you guys might be wondering who theresa is. well, theresa is this cute girl (who looks a lot like my friend) who can write like a million dollars. she started girlsareweird which is like the coolest thing on the face of this earth (cause we all know girls are weird). she writes a lot on her own personal site, and talks about her trips, opinions, school, rants and all that sorta stuff. did i say that she was a great writer? and guys, she drives stick (not in that way sicko)!

but like she said she is an internet star! does she look like her icon?

vic's site

and on to mr victor naval, artistic/writing talent of icemag has to look like his icon since he's the one that drew them (and ladies if you ask really nicely he might draw one for you too). does he look like his icon? and as i was writing this, i was looking for a decent picture of victor but there was none all of them either had him in an awkward position or surrounded by girls (and some guys) or both! so i'm just going to give you guys a link to the about page on his site and his icon on icemag.

and then theres paulo, who is responsible for the graphics on the site, and on the store stuff. this guy has artistic talent flowing out of his ears. the designs that he comes up with are one of the most creative(ly stolen from a demo cd) that i've ever seen. he still has one of the greater graphics talent that i've seen. although you notice that the layouts look like mine? well cause he made the graphics and i put it together. its a collaborative effort since paulo is learning html still.

vic still drew his icon, i think he looks like his icemag icon though cause he has the afro thing going on.

there are other people involved in icemag so check them out and their icons out here. i'll post their pictures when i get home.

so most people here at work seems to be getting into the survivor spirit. (and having a survivor party is just a small indication of that)

the only thing that i enjoy more than watching a few "castaways" stranded on the australian outback is watching parodies of survivor. they parodies are just the funniest, i don't follow the show but just the whole concept of it is just soo messed up. c'mon face venomous snakes and all these dangerous things all for a million dollars (and quick money)?

but if you guys have ever checked out killfrog.com, they have the funniest parody of survivor called ultimate survivor. they used their characters from their flash comic strips. they have a drunk and his dog, the evil pigs, little susie, a naked doctor, some monkies, some nerdy zombies (who talk startrek) and their feature character the kat from the dryer.

hey hey hey!!!!! i got my photons, and my icemag stuff all in the same day! (thanks mj you rock once again) and yes that is my unskilled but playing with the photons on some sxsw blogger party (making it known throughout the blogging world that ritchie is uncoordinated and awkward). thanks for the picture mike!

it was a nice break to rush home and see 2 package pick-up slips on my desk. i was very excited cause i knew exactly what they were. my icemag shirt and mug, plus my sweet raver-wannabe photons. so i picked them up with the lady giving me this weird look cause i had sunglasses and a beenie hat on. (i guess she thought that i was going to rob the store or something like that) but she was very cautious when she asked for identification. i got my packages (did i tell you that i'm very excited) and this will satisfy the new toy craving for a while. although i'm shooting for shoes next!

so i did design the shoe, well if you count choosing a color scheme to a template designing. see it's still going to be my shoe cause it's going to say "Ritchie Rocks!" on the bottom part. now how cool is that?! c'mon i know you guys don't think i'm the only geek drooling over this concept. plus the fact they don't ship to canada so i'm the only (cool) guy in the part of town. thanks to anna cause knotty girls rocks!

so i got a hair cut to match my new shirt. how geeky is that? and that my friends is a great ending to a crappy day

vancouver weather brings out the worst out of people.

see today is a dreary day and i'm not in a good mood. what a day to come back from the weekend to. nice overcast day with gray clouds and rain. rain sucks! i don't like rain, especially on a monday morning when you don't exactly feel like going to work and your allergies are flaring up. did i mention that i'm not in a good mood? my allergies bug me that much.

i should take the rest of the week off! just because it's monday.

oh it was this time last year when i was living alone!

what gets to me is how much things can change in a year. so lets compare ritchie 1 year ago to ritchie today. a year ago, involved in a relationship and living alone. working on cool things, getting his personal site up and only had 2 regular readers (except for the fact that he hits refresh all the time back then). he thought he knew everything and he was fearless of travelling into new territory.

today? well, he's a lonely boy living with parent's basement (it's not as bad as it sounds really), with no life besides sitting infront of his computer. working on new cool things. readers? well, lets just say that its more than 2. still doesn't know anything but at least he accepts that fact and a bit more cautious of travelling into unknown land.

so whats better? before or after?

and thats exactly what i get for eating that sandwich last night.

holy smokes it 6:30 in the morning and i'm awake despite the fact that i came home at 2:00 am and slept at 3:30am. so what happened you ask? see a while back i had this crazy dream that for some reason i had this dream a few months back about mobsters and stealing money and contracts and all that sort of stuff. the basic idea of the dream was that, somehow i got into this world where i made a bet that i could transport a cheque from point a to point b. now sounds simple enough, there were alot of people after that cheque and would do anything to get it. if i was able to accomplish i would be very rich, if i didn't then i would be forced to sign a contract where i couldn't see my parents ever again. that dream ended in a cold sweat when my brief case got switched with another one in the skytrain.

fast foward a few months to today. last night i had the exact dream only the continuation. i was searching the world for the cheque and i couldn't find it. there was this whole lecture on not getting into deals that i couldn't fulfil and basically i had the old contract. in the dream i didn't even remember about the contract until the "boss" reminded me of it. so there it was staring me in the face. a contract not to see my parents ever again for as long as i lived. there was some sort of math problem kinda like a skill testing math question that was partially completed (i can't believe that i dream of skill testing math questions in my nightmares). then the final signature finalizing the contract. i was just about to sign, and thats when i woke up. rushed upstairs to my mom to make sure that she was there and that no one would shoot me if i saw her today. i was alright. i was safe, we were all safe from the crazy mobster.

i have the most bizarre dreams i swear! anyone can tell me what it means?

i think when your just sitting around with some friends and goofing off you come up with the wierdest ideas.

like today, we've come to the conclusion that the clapper is the most ingenious tool that you can use around the house. you can wire it to your tv to turn on some "sexy" shows and have the dimmer plugged in so that it dims the lights. so once you get a girly, or guy friend into your house and you want to set the mood. just *clapclap* and watch the environment set itself. or maybe you can wire it to some potatoe launcher and have it pointing through the doggie door of your house. the next time you have unwanted visitors.... *clapclap* and their gone (well hurting and rolled up in a fetal position on your front lawn)!

the clapper rocks my world!

all the freaks stupid drivers come out on friday morning?

so there i was bumping to n'sync in my car, having a pretty routine drive to work. nothing out of the ordinary catching my eye, the drive is too routine that i could probably drive this in my sleep (and i think i have). so i'm driving over the bridge switch lanes to the far right because sometime after i will be exiting. i was stuck behind a really old cadillac being driven by some person. normally, we usually have functioning breaklights. if we don't we use hand-signals to tell the other drivers what we're planning to do (sometimes just to avoid a really bad accident) but nopes! the dude didn't have breaklights and started decelerating rather quickly.

so there i was singing n'sync at the top of my lungs when this car infront of me started slowing down and catching me off guard. i was able to stop in time due to ninja-like reflexes. by nature i'm pretty passive so i just gave him this stare of death. i guess he looked at his rear view mirror and saw me giving the "what-the-hell-is-your-junk-yard-car-without-any-breaklights-doing-on-the-road-anyways" look and flashed me a finger. flashed me the finger?! oh no he didn't! so road-rage kicked in at this point in time and all i remember was taking out my palm iii and taking down his license plate number. (ooohhh ritchie you bad boy!)

oohhh i'm going to call the repo men on his butt! all i gotta say is don't piss people off on the road (especially when the said people work for the only car insurance company in the province).

drinking redbull with my allergy medication is a funky thing to trip out on.

last night was a long night again, just because i was talking to my friend about my "past" messed up lovelife (in relation to my most current journal entry). it was a funny conversation where i realized that i've been slamming myself down too much and blah blah. needless to say that i slept late (again)! today, i'm supposed to be the crazy walking zombie because in the past 2 days i've only had a total of 4 hours of sleep plus the occasional nap. but see i'm not, today i am as perky as i could be and coding like i would be on a normal day. why? because of my secret power drink that time releases caffine into my blood stream (while my IV caffine machine hasn't arrived yet).

also today, it seems that all the allergy particles that happen to piss ritchie off made it's way indoors and past my air purifier (or it could be that my body is just weak because of the lack of sleep). i was sneezing and scratching my eyes like no one's business! this meant that i had to take my allergy medication to ease the pain of becoming a walking sneezing machine (spewing snot all over the place).

the allergy meds along with the redbull made for a very interesting drive this morning. especially when i started feeling both of them kick in at the same time.

, too funny!

what was that? ritchie speaks too slow over the phone?

see i got this phone call a few minutes ago with this lady being her regular pushy self. on a normal day, i wouldn't even let this phase me but the thing is this lady seems to rush through her sentences making it hard for me to understand her and she wants everything done right away. impatient, rude and a superiority complex to boot i don't get it, she's the one asking for help and more specifically, she's asking for my help. <!-- exercise god-like intranet powers here //--> so why is she the one getting angry at me for trying to troubleshoot her problem? i was simply asking for what was going on. i think it's normal to ask for a few questions to get a little bit of idea on what was happening. no need to sound soo frustrated when i'm thinking trying to fix your problem.

it's not the fact that i'm really that slow of a thinker, or the fact that i'm troubleshooting your idea. i actually knew the solution when you described your problem. and no, i'm not on some english as a second language exchange program from the philippines i can understand you just fine. i'm just doing it on purpose to piss you off!

i'm not really this mean, but this lady really pulled my string today! and when you have a few hours of sleep it's not a good idea to piss me off!

why do these things just happen to go wrong on the wrong times?

today, ritchie is dealing with crazy people who do not know how to manage their content and asking for a million filemoves. my compter decides to put a lock on a folder and isn't giving me the chance to move any files! arrgh! computers sometimes need to be kicked a few times (maybe dropped on concrete blocks) just to get them to work. uugh, not in a good mood. i'm just going to revert back in my corner and take care of my fish.

so guess what time i slept? 3am! did i do anything productive? besides writing some code to allow pictures into the articles of icemag? nopes.

so i've been quiet on aim lately? yea i have, i really haven't had anything to say. normally i'd be double clicking on people's names and putting the normal "wassap?!" message. but not lately? cat got my tongue? went in to hiding (maybe to become a jesuit priest)? besides the occasional google search for palm applications, i've been completely disconnected. but i did just get this game today, maybe i'll write a review or something (maybe).

i have this irritated feeling today too. its the "i-went-to-sleep-at-3am-and-i'm-pissed-off-at-everyone" attitude. sleep? whats that? personally i just wait till i lapse into a coma.

see the night wasn't a total waste. i've been trying to get back into the groove of working instead i'm into the napping and chatting groove.

i slept then i woke up, downloaded some palm software, watched some tv and surfed the net. i like just chilling at home with the television watching a little jessica alba. then downloading a virtual pet for the palm. i think i should stop slacking on icemag though. i still need to implement a few things and edit a few more aritcles not to mention that i do have graphics for the articles, and a new comic coming out. really i am busy, i'm not just downloading things for my palm (now that i have a lot of free space).

i'm also working on some way to do an avantgo channel for icemag. what do you pop-culture uberesque people think?

so i'm here at work, blogging once again. trying to get back into my routine of waking up early and getting my butt here on time.

last night, i was up until 2:00 am and i wasn't getting anything done. i was basically chatting with a few friends and surfing the net of cool palm applications to download (i found this). i still managed to wake up on time, prepare lunch and fix my room a little bit. i didn't realize that i was swamped with meetings today. that means that i should be spending my time drinking coffee and cramming some caffine into the zombie body that i have right now rather than blogging.

anyways, i've been giddy inside and just plain happy. for some reason things just seem to be going my way lately *knock on wood*

what do you mean vacation is over after today?! you mean i have to go back to work tomorrow? see i had the funkiest weekend and i'm not ready to go back to the land of the living.

goofing off was a big part of the weekend. so who else would storm the chocolate factory and consider buying a 70 lbs. rabbit and a chisel? yeap, thats us! who else would forget how to get to the lower level parking through the mall and attempt to be like a car walking down the car ramp. and who else would attempt to drink "sweat saki" knowing full well that he's allergic to alcohol and turns red after 1 shot? oh damn, thats only me. cosmic bowling till 2:00 am and still managing to stand around the parking lot looking for a cellular power button worth 100 dollars.

not to mention tennis the next day and being feast for bugs (never wear shorts when your going to a mosquito infested tennis courts). then it was off to eat, church then back to trisha's house where we contemplated of performing this story in public with props and a hat just like street performers.

and for the first time ever i got to see the knotty gurlz (oh trust me i spelt it right) in full effect! it was really fun, i still don't want to go back to my reality!

so it was good friday 2 hours ago! good friday is staying home because you respect your religion and your beliefs. another thing us catholics do is fast. we like to fast, fast like theres no tomorrow. like on good friday, theres no meat allowed! so this whole day was spent eating fruit salad, and tuna casserole. for someone who hates the taste, look, feel and smell of fish this was not an easy task to accomplish. something about how fish turns rainbow colored in the light and the "fishy" smell that contaminates the room when you microwave it.

but now! its 2am. April 14, 2001 which means that Good Friday is over! I've just spent the night coding for icemag and i skipped dinner to wait for the day to end. Now I'm soo hungry I can eat the equivalent of a king's feast. so let me tell you guys what i'm planning on doing. i'm heading upstairs and finding the biggest slab of meat that i can find, smother bbq sauce all over it, and bbq it. yes folks, you heard right. i'm going to bbq at 2 am!

good son? bad son? i dunno all i know is that i'm going to need 1 big ass steak knife. (and incidentally jerwin is a great guy, and i don't think going to the office today should make him a bad boy)

wow, i'm early? really! well that means that i can relax for the rest of the day! i've been coding like a maniac since 4am this morning. now on to a few administrative things to implement more plans! but all in all, most of the changes are in the backend. so users welcome to the second edition of icemag.org!

i've been coding webapplications since i've gotten out of school. its a passion of mine, and i guess it was part of the challenge of creating icemag. i had to create a web-based content management software to allow me to work from anywhere. even through a strict firewall (ahem). It allows me to do my work and all that sort of junk. It also lets me keep all my data in one place. It's really quite interesting when you think about it. now, if only i can get my palm to take in some xml feeds then i'm set to take over the world!

so once again, i am able to post. see i had 2 awsome stories to tell you.

it was about this guy who had no clue what was going on in the world around him. just stops in the middle of a 1 way street with no possible way to pass him to pay the parking toll. totally no consideration for the people waiting in the cars behind him.

so yea, we have the most bizzare church group in the continent. aside from major drama once in a while, we sometimes find ourselves in situations where we don't wanna get photographed. although i'm not in this picture, this was taken during the talent show during a church group camp. now i don't know what happens in your group but i'm pretty sure you guys don't crossdress (and end up looking this good).

but tonight it's all webapps and web zines. what do you guys think? do i spend too much of my life on the internet? i think so!

drove home gets longer and longer everyday!

maybe it's just me but all the drivers around rush hour here are just getting dumber as the days go by. today, i can't even count the number of people who cut me off while driving home. i can't count the number of people who decided to cross the road while my car was on curbside. i won't even count the people who would signal late to do a left turn. damn it! what is wrong with the people around here?! last time i checked it wasn't the philippines people. don't make me run you over!

on a totally different note. icemag is releasing issue number 2 this saturday, if anyone has any suggestions for it please don't hesitate to send me an email.

my budget is done with a scrap piece of paper. done every 2 weeks!

every pay week, i look for scrap peices of paper and work out my budget for the next 2 weeks. i find some place to write the income and start subtracting savings, car and other misc bills that seem to pop-up every pay week. needless to say, that after all the subtracting and no additions i finish this process very depressed. thinking that my money seems to go no where. this week i did my budget, and with the cost of a new monitor slotted into there. i'm left with....err...little spending money. did i mention that this is depressing?

sometimes, i get to rework the budget because i come accross some money. sometimes i just throw it right in there with the savings. it all comes down to one thing though, i don't get anymore spending money. did i mention this is depressing? now where is my scrap piece of paper?

my monitor is toast!

i got home last night to a distorted view of my desktop. everything was shaking and flickering, things that weren't green were green and things that were green well it was really really green. it was a really bizzare thing to come home to. so i figured that turning it off and letting it rest for a bit was probably the best thing to do (since i haven't turned it off since my college days 4 years ago). so i turn it off.

so logically, since it's turned off it won't do anything right? wrong!! let this be a lesson to everyone, don't lean back on your chair when you have a crazy phyco monitor waiting to explode. yes you heard me EXPLODE! i guess it decided to go out in a blaze of glory and let out this huge flash of light. it surprised me and of course ritchie can't balance on the hindlegs of his chair. but i manage to keep my balance by flailing my arms like a maniac on redbull, just enough time for people passing by my window to see my little acrobatic show. i fall over and the monitor turns black and smoke starts coming out of the sides.

so i don't have a monitor at home anymore. i'm going to cry. burial services will be by the beach where my 5 year monitor will be buried at sea.

guess where i am? paulo's house, we're working on some graphic and some flyers for our church group tomorrow. the night will eventually lead us to kinkos and crazy chinese restaurant and a fun filled night of t-shirt printing for a certain zine. <shameless self-promotion>(its for the contest that we're gonna hold so sign up for the mailing list)</shameless self-promotion>

today was a long but productive day, it was all about assembling ikea furniture (where there are all pictures in the instructions and no words), car maintenance and movie watching. our night are riddled with graphic making and sleeping (hopefully). tomorrow, its all about homework and church group meetings. i'm pretty dead tired on the weekends, i'm not really sure if my day job is my rest from my weekend or vice versa.

so i'm at paulo's house (the genious behind the graphics of icemag) and i'm sleeping over tonight because it's late and i'm too tired to take the 30-45 minutes off my sleepy butt and drive myself home. i also baby sat his baby sister, went to see spy kids and played in playdium (3d pacman rocks my world, thanks for the freebies anna). We also went to some sanrio store because she was able to scam money from her other brother and she bought a whole truckload of sanrio stickers (smart girl).

what i noticed was that there was a huge drop in picture quality in that movie. now was it because it was a kid's movie or a lower profile one? don't kids deserve big productions? the picture was good overall, but i'll leave the movie reviewing to the people who actually know what they're talking about. but, the movie was great (but i'm a sucker for little kid flix like that) tomorrow, is pokemon3 baby!

but we need to wake up early tomorrow because my car has an appointment for an oil change but i'm still here.... so laters.

so i guess you want the story behind this since some people are seeing it and telling me to head down to the doctor. see i recently moved to the basement of our house which was previously occupied by some tenants. we renovated and everything was all good. except i've been lazy to clean the bathroom and i just moved my stuff in. i've probably been occupying the basement for a good 2 months now and i've been avoiding cleaning the lavatory and eventually forgot about it. until yesterday, when i slipped to the floor and was disgusted on how dirty it was.

so i started cleaning and putting things away. throwing garbage in the trash can, wiping the counters and mopping the floor. until i opened the medicine cabinet and i found "the box". (which had nothing in it, which could either mean that it was being collected or they used up the contents; either way is bizzare!) the thought of my tenants who had their own little perks on their own with athelete's foot? the visual was just too much.

so just to clarify, it's not mine!

i just saw evil reborn (sarcastically speaking but not that far off from reality). this was the conversation while my co-workers and i were at 7-11 getting our morning dose of caffine and junk food.

Dan: OMG! now thats more of the devil than martha stuart. *pointing at this*
Ritchie: Yea man, those 2 are the anti-christ, they have to be.
John: Anti-christ X2!!

ok i'll admit, those 2 were cute when they were babies and i could only see one of them at one time. but now, it's just not funny when 16 (earth age) year-olds are multimillionaires and your stuck in cubicle limbo. yea, ok i'm jealous but wouldn't you be too? these girls could literally just stop working today and be set for life. (unless there was some sort of global economic breakdown) they even have a gameboy game that turns your gameboy into a planner. (good lord why am i even surfing this site?)

i hung around with my mom today. dragged her to futureshop and made her look around at electronic stuff. bad idea! see my mom has the attention span of a 12 year old on speed (you do realize that patience and attention span are 2 different things, she is very patient). while i talked and looked (and drooled) over little electronic pda's she wandered around looking very bored and started walking around like a lost puppy. too bad the lost puppy had a look of bordeom. well, we got out of there in a hurry.

never go gadget browsing with your mom. she gets bored when there isn't any barganing involved (although that doesn't stop her from haggling the tv salesman).

is coffee supposed to be yellow-ish? so i've been going to get my morning drink at the office cafeteria for the past few days. it's not that i've let go of my obsession with 7-11 food, the weather just hasn't been itself and i'd rather stay dry and warm rather than trek a block through cold rain (or because i'm really cheap and coffee in the cafeteria is 30 cents cheaper).

the service is the worst, the coffee could probably kill someone and their food is sub-par! i can handle greesy food, and i can take food that are deep-fried with a slight glisten because of the oil but not food that creates a puddle of greese on your plate (that would be categorized as "swimming in greese"). i like cafeteria food as much as the next person but not when the food has the ability to clog your arteries faster than an exxon valdez oil spill.

maybe i should just pay the extra 30 cents and go to seven eleven for coffee next time?

and if you still haven't checked out icemag? what are you waiting for?

"If Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd be running around in dark rooms, munching pills and listening to electronic music."

Kevin @ Fury.Com

It’s been stressing out for me today. All day long, it’s been fix this script, move this file, answer this question and go to this meeting. Well, I’m slowly getting caught up on my email and my little messages for help and it will get back to the regularly scheduled blogging.

The drive to work was uneventful. The morning coffee was terrible, and I didn’t have any breakfast (my diet is going well don’t you think). The busses are still on strike, I still have to pick up my mom and spend an hour driving home tonight. I miss having Dave around because he handles a lot of the stuff that I’m doing right now. Just a lot of “help me please”, “could you take a look at this quickly” and “I screwed something up and I want you to fix it” requests. Plus, my daily routines that already tend to take up my time. When Dave isn’t here I just turn into a machine spitting out code and email through my nostrils. So I’m going to have some lunch now, and if anyone needs me. Well tough luck!

bertie is soo cool! she's one funky girl and guys good luck hooking up with her cause she uumm swings the other way. know what i mean? but she's still pretty cool. and i'm not just saying that cause she sent me this picture. she's pretty hardcore and she has an authentic austin hat. we bond cause we have something funky in common that makes us want to move away from here (what i won't say cause i can get in trouble). but anyways she's cool in my books, i'm her vancouver hitman (cause i push people off the skytrain... when its running).

why do all the cool girls swing the other way? *sigh*

so yesterday was april fools day right? i wrote this whole post on how i was inlove with this girl and how the very thought of her makes my heart beat quicker and short of breath. how i never know what to say when i'm around her or just chit chatting. how i want to hold her hand and make her feel safe. make her realize that there is absolutely nothing to worry about in the world as long as i was here.

see the whole premise to the prank was that, it was the perfect opportunity to voice out that i had feelings toward someone. and people would've dismissed it as a joke. now if i said stuff like that you guys would probably think i did like someone. maybe i should write a crush.nu entry.

the busses are on strike (oh yea, the seabus and the skytrain too)! good thing that the anticipated traffic was overhyped and there was probably the same amount of traffic coming into work this morning. overall the drive to work was pleasant and nothing out of the blue with the exeption of a few little moments when a driver would just forget road courtesy or someone just doesn't know how to behave around a road full of cars.

• some poor old lady was causing traffic in a side road because her body was half way in the street while she was scraping the frost from her car. this is all good on sunday when going to church at 8:30am in the morning but not on a monday when people are pissed off and won't even think twice of running you over.
• when i'm entering the intersection and you are on the opposite lane waiting to turn left, please don't turn left when i am just about to drive into the intersection. usually, people wait until it's safe to cross.
• so when you cross the street and wait until the last minute, please make sure that you are able to make it to the end of the street. if you don't at least make and effort to look like you are trying to cross the street in a hurry, and please please pretty please, don't leave your bag in the middle of the road. especially when there is a truck that has no hesitation about running it over. (which it did)

other than those 2 incidents the drive to work were pretty uneventful.

so how exactly do i feel about this strike? well, i think that the busses are already getting everything that they wanted. right of way every where they go. they can cut people off on the road, run red lights and run over any person, animal or object that is within striking distance of their bus. now they want an increase in their wages? from what i remember an increase would mean that they're doing a good job not killing little furry animals. they're probably going to get their increase though, because with 100,000+ people taking the transit in vancouver and it's suburbs they have to get back to work.

in richmond where we don't speak any english. yes folks, i live in vancouver land of the 24 hour chinese restaurant that serves hamburgers and milkshakes. obviously trying to tap a market of non-chinese people. but tell me, how can you come close to attracting that market when your waiters and waitresses don't speak english? i mean, isn't english the first language here? so why was it so dang hard for them not to mess up the order of one tired, moody and all in all pissed off filipino?

first we had to point at which menu item we wanted because the waiter gave us a confused look and he did manage to mumble out "point menu" to us. my friends orders come but where is mine? well it came, eventually too bad it was the wrong order!! so there was this whole fuzz about giving it back and getting my correct order. 20 minutes later, after everyone has finished eating, my food finally gets there.

i mean it is alright to hang around your friends and talk in your language. i can even stand the occasional being snubbed right infront of my face by talking to your friend in a language that i don't understand. but please, at least learn to speak the language of the country you are in. especially when it's english.