and once again i jump on the band wagon of every internet blogger.

remember the oldschool days when the nintendo was a great big grey box. it came with a gun and a controller that had a control pad and 2 buttons. and this game?! so picture this, little ritchie, sitting infront of the tv and playing while humming the theme song exactly how that flash movie goes. that's probably why it's soo funny, we all remember how we remember playing the game so much. to the point that we've memorized the theme song.

but yea, i think i'mma stop blogging now. it's a holiday/long weekend here in canada! i'm going to party like it's 2099! (wonder if anyone owns the rights to that)

me ritchie can not construct proper sentence; no good english. must ride in cargo boat. make kathy lee gifford shoes for imelda marcoss!

it's all about environment baby!

no! i'm not talking about the weather or how the garden at my house looks like. where people actually assume that you have intelligence. it's the places you hang out and sip coffee, or that coffee house with the horrible espresso but you still go there because there are nice comfy couches that you can sit and read a book. how about that bookstore with the open mic and the french guy with the beret reading snotty poetry while you wirelessly surf the net on your laptop (or palm, in my case). it's the magazines that you buy that talk about culture and more importanly pop-culture! or how you can change the world by being involved in greenpeace or something like that.

but attitude is what makes you or breaks you. i'm sick and tired of mine. from now on, it's uber sexy wearing the beret up on stage reciting poetry about how my cat died and how i'm on the brink of mental insanity. so you heard it here folks, i'm changing the image. from now on, it's all about being uber funky!

yesterday? it was all a blur ending with me waking up this morning still in the same clothes i wore yesterday.

normal people call in sick with 1 hour of sleep but not me. just pass me a redbull and a double shot of espresso and i'm good for the day. well, maybe until 3:30pm that's when it's time for the second shot of double espresso. drive home, sleep nap close my eyes for 15 minutes, pack my gym stuff and go to the gym. (somewhere in there my car overheats and i waste a good hour of gym time). i remember eating, then i think it was bowling. but i was soo tired that i just collapsed in my bed. 4 hours of sleep wasn't enough though. bring-on the espresso!

last night i saw swordfish.

it was good. it was the type of movie that would take your mind away from anything. it does require some thinking, so for the people who don't want to think and just be entertained let me recommend a movie for you. if you're going to see this movie to gawk at halley barry's bare chest then don't bother, it's a 2 second deal. if you're going there because you're a geek to the end and you want to see wolverine hack up a trojan horse virus then go see it.

also, i keep hearing that this movie was from the producers of the matrix. in the whole movie, i saw one matrix style special effect that was repeated twice. the concept was sure different and the plot has a funky twist, but if you pay attention really well you could've figured out the plot quite easily. john travolta does a funky job playing a character who seems to have psyco tendencies. hugh jackman is impressive, so far i'm impressed by the versitility that he has with acting. (from crazy animal/man mutant with adamantium claws to wired magazine's man of the year that gets banned from the computer) halley barry, well she has a mean golf swing (and yes, that is an inside joke with everyone who has seen the movie).

wired wired wired!!!! yes folks 5 minutes ago i was half asleep, eyelids half closed and mentally braindead. after combining a double shot of espresso from starbucks (which i had to sell my car to buy) and the redbull that i had this morning i am the pinnacle of wired!! can you tell? look my eyes are almost popping out of my head. it's funny being soo wired, everything just seems to be amplified. i can hear a pin drop on a carpetted floor. i can also feel the volcanic tremors all the way in the philippines (why am i always late on the news?! thanks paulo). this is actually one of the few times that i've gotten this hyped up on caffine, i swear that i'm going to drop like a fly and just sleep on the floor later. but for now, where's that asp/php code?!

so why did i need to get so wired? well, if you go to sleep at 4am being on the phone and you need to wake up at 5:30am. sleep is such a beautiful thing, but being wired like this is just amazing! i think i can see hand trails!

yes folks, if you have the money you can own a piece of the movie. not just a piece but the piece!

i honestly believe that this car rocks my world like you wouldn't believe. i'm probably the worst possible judge of cars in the world but as for looking good this car looks pretty sweet. now affording 86,000 (american) dollars is a totally different story. but after paying that amount of money would you seriously consider driving this car somewhere? i know for sure that i wouldn't be, i'd be scared of every little dent that could happen or paint that could get scratched. i'd just be too scared to drive it around.

but honestly i do want to get a new car, well, new second hand car. my car just isn't giving me the same happiness that it used to. particularly because it's automatic. who could really call themselves a rice rocket racer when you have a dented up automatic sedan?! link via comabound

the fast and the furious makes me want to get a nitrus oxide tank and race at dangerously high speeds.

i saw the movie this past weekend and i was really surprised. i expected it to be a car show on the big screen. the trailers also did a good job in disguising the plot of the movie. who knew it was about an undercover cop, a racing crew and honda civics with a ufo glow to them uuhh...i mean.. it was about street racing right?! ja rule shouldn't be in the credits, he had more of a cameo part than something major. although his 15 seconds of fame/comedy relief was really well done. the expression on his face was priceless when the main character passes him. priceless makes me laugh when i think about it.

don't expect huge things from this movie and you'll enjoy it. it's there to amaze and dazzle you with the effects and not complicate things with the plot. hey, at least it's not driven right? oh my that movie was horrid!

driven right? oh my that movie was horrid!

mini bagels are the bomb!

what did i do today? literally the same thing as yesterday. i spent the day cleaning and reorganizing my room to make me happy. it's been a while since i've taken time to do something that i like to do. so head down to ikea to check out what to get to make me living quarters more managable. i'm happy. yes i went to ikea 2 days in a row. the off to the urban culture center of vancouver chapters to buy some magazines and check out some books. yes i did go to chapters 2 days in a row. then it was back home to enjoy a nice quiet late afternoon, watching the iron chef (who incidentally was battling a chef from vancouver) and read shift magazine. it's really too bad that we're about 2 issues behind here in canada (or maybe just here in vancouver) cause i would've really have wanted to see the mirror project article. i've also been working on an intro on what i'm going to be writing for vancouver stories, it will rock your world guaranteed. but on a more serious note, i'm planning to approach this whole article by writing about my friends and me. anymore information and i would probably have to kill you.

so i did a lot today, and i needed a snack. would i go for something close to dinner since it is getting late and dinner time is almost here? something really light to stisfy the hunger? well, the solution are mini bite-sized bagels people! perfect for controlling your urges to snack uncontrollably (like i do).

i know a few people out there were expecting me to blog about something thing else that happened.... guess what?! i'm never going to blog about that ever!

mixing coffee with being an insomniac really sucks!

last night, i couldn't sleep. my usual routine when i'm getting ready for bed includes washing up, brusing my teeth and watching a little bit of tv (or reading a book). usually i'm also out like a light by around 1:30am or 2, after watching a few late night talk shows and catching a few boring infomercials. last night was different. i don't know why, it just was. it could well be the 4 cups of caffinated coffee that was making my tummy hurt a bit or the dumb shows that i was watching. it could have been a whole number of reasons why i was up until 4am. but see my night didn't end when i went to sleep.

i had the most disturbing dream that i ever remembered. i also remember a great deal of the dream which seldomly happens. but this one i remember crystal clear and i wasn't singing about it either when i woke up. lets just say that it involves: my friends, my family friends, transparent caskets, an old friend's house and my family. weirded out yet? i know i am. anyone out there know how to analyze dreams?

thursday nights have been reserved for bread garden....

i don't know what it is about thursday nights that my friends and i always end up there. actually it's a given already. i guess it's because it's a cheap hang out and we just spend hours talking about anything and everything. i love it. i love my friends soo much, friends that i grew up with. friends that i call my my brothers and sisters. it's actually kinda funny how much we know each other by just the way we act around each other. sometimes i don't even have to tell them whats going on and they just know. we all just know each other so well.

maybe it's also the fact that we can amuse ourselves with each other's quirks. we all have our own "habits" and we like to laugh at them. maybe it's the fact that we're all so open with each other. it could be because we all share the same interests. we're all honest with each other. i know i can run to these people for help anytime i'm in need, very much like a second family.

the only problem is that. bottomless coffee is $1.71 and we drink it like fishes. i always go home and try to sleep but i can't. smoking is something we all have to work on too. i guess it's similar to theresa (hope you get over your tummy ache) and her friends in dunkin donuts. bread garden is our dunkin donuts (although i don't have an addiction to the food there....ok maybe i do). so now i'm here sitting in front of the computer, just got back from bread garden trying to work the coffee out of my system because i need to go to sleep. i drank like 4 cups of coffee which is enough to get an elephant wired for the next 4 days. sleep is a good thing... really!

so a few nights ago i got a little treat in my inbox.

Hi, I run a website in the {citystories} network, Vancouver Stories. Our mutual friends Derek Powazek and Heather Champ game me your name as someone who might be interested in contributing, and a writer they admired.

Further I would be honoured if you were interested in writing for the site. I don't want to overstate anything and I should let the site, I guess, speak for itself. All I can add, I suppose, is I also edit a website called Forget Magazine and vanstories would try to approach the same ideas, the embracement of culture and so forth, only centred here. I realize this a little clumsy, but I am hoping maybe you are inclined, have the time, etc. Thanks in advance for the consideration.

of course i said yes. actually i'm working on a piece for fray similar to what this is. but my point is that, this brought me some sunshine. it really did brighten my day. a few kind words do help brighten a person's day. me? admired? well first of all, i'm the one that admires these two people; they have the ability to form a story that flows so fluidly. just read their sites (and buy the book).

i have enough dreams and ambitions to fuel a small country.

when i was a teenager; it was tennis and dreams of a pro-career touring the world, playing against top players like andre agassi (and dating superstars like anna kornikova). smoking made me abandon the dream but i'm slowly working on it. as my life progressed, i wanted to be some sort of computer professional. working in silicone valley, with the laptop in the park on a sunny day while reading yuppie novels and drinking starbucks coffee (home-brewed) in my spare time. i graduated and had a promising career in computer, i got exposed in the net. dreams changed again; this time it was to change the world. strong convictions in the use of the internet and the hidden power that hasn't been unlocked. it was such a rush. then i came across christine's site and the ambitions changed again. she wrote so well, i started understanding the wonders of manipulating words to form sentences and in turn for paragraphs and the artform of writing. i wanted to be a writer.

so whats changed? nothing really, i'm still someone with a lot of ambitions but this time i'm really going for them. money isn't everything to me, and i don't think that it ever will (as long as it satisfies my toy addiction). and i keep reaching even until i reach my dreams (even how cliche that sounds).

do you ever get the feeling that your overwhelmed?

shopping is one of the addictions that can be deadly to the wallet. bundled with an equally strong addiction to toys equals one broke ritchie (complete with the cliche flies out the wallet gag). whats worse is that online shopping is usually right in there to mock you (and sometimes kick you when your down) and the fact that you can't buy anything because you just bought a palm. so to make me feel better, i decide to make a list on my palm that i will slowly knock off one item at a time. it's kinda like having some sort of hitlist for shopping items. i think i need a raise or something, maybe i'll start pushing drugs (kidding people)!

up here in vancouver, it seems that public transportation just wants to rebel from the man (seeing that most of them are from the "flower child" era), gas prices are so high that amputating your arm seems to be just perfect to fill a half tank, and we have the ability to sell ram for dirt cheap. combine this with a starbucks in every corner (enough to rival seattle) and a gap in every known mall. who's the poor guy? everyone with me now....ritchie!

so for breakfast this morning, i had a bagel and peanut butter.

nothing too special about it, except that this bagel was riddled with sunflower seeds. i'm not usually the organic type, but there wasn't anything else available. i felt like some lost soul leaving a trail of bread crumbs walking up to my desk because the bagel was shedding sunflower seeds everytime the bagel got shook. eventually i made it to my desk without being followed by a trail of birds after the sunflower seeds. so i'm eating my bagel at the same time spreading seeds all over my clothes and my desk. not to mention that i forgot to get some tissues to wipe my desk with (and any stray peanut butter that makes it to my face).

it's not really as bad as it sounds. i just don't understand the significance of putting sunflower seeds on any piece of bread.

i hurt myself again this weekend.

i'm sure a lot of people out there in internet land have a drink now and then. what if you don't usually drink and when you do it's a culmination of all the little times? and when you drink don't you get all red and your eyes dry? well ok, thats how i am and thats probably how i'll be until i get old. let me begin a little story that might amuse and confuse (and maybe scare) the loyal readers of my website.

this weekend, i went out drinking with my friends. sometime that night, i felt the need to take of my contacts. one problem, no place to put them. so i took 2 bottle caps from some water bottles and filled it with archie's contact solution. after a lot of stumbling around and whining, i managed to take of the lens on my right eye. my left is my usually my problem. i've always had problems taking my left contact off just because it's awkward and just not natural for me. so there i was trying to literally pop it off, fiddling with my eye and at some point trying to use my nails to scratch it off. *ouch!* after 2 hours, i finally said "ok i give up, i'm going to passout on the bed and sleep with this damn contact on" and so i did. i woke up 4 hours later and attempted to take it off once again. nothing! drove home with an irritated eye (either because i was abusing my eye or my contact was still in there). lovely, i'm driving home trying to figure out (1) if my contact was still in there or (2) where the heck i dropped it. i eventually got my friend to look at it and tell me if i was going crazy. the contact wasn't there anymore (and i don't know where it is).

so where is it? well, i could've popped it off by accident (while i was drunk) or it rolled to the back of my eye (which i'm told is a normal thing, no matter how disgusting it is) in this case it's floating around the inside of my head.

i can officially say that i'm totally frustrated with flash.

i can vouch first hand that programmers and flash do not go well together. i've been spending so much time enough time to learn* on this flash file and it still doesn't work! damn this learning curve! so before i start throwing things into the fraser river, i decide to do a little research. i find out that it's a bug that's been there since flash 3 (at least i think).

i'm still not impressed with flash, but i guess you gotta learn the stuff that people want.

happy birthday leia!

see there was this girl in sxsw, and she was cute. she wore funky glasses and she hung around the cool crowd. i was shy so i didn't approach her. but she looked nice enough. then kevin linked her blog in metacookie, so i started reading it. she's cool! did i mention that? yea i think i did. and if you want to see something interesting, she also posted pics of her breast for everyone to see (yea yea, i got caught clicking on the link too.... just for curiosity).

when i first saw her, i thought she was older than me. because she acted older than myself (who acts like a reject out of high school). she's only 23! cool!

oh my gosh, this is absolutely the last time i'm heading down to great clips for a hair cut.

how many people out there walk in with a certain idea of how you want your hair to look and end up looking exactly like michael douglas in falling down?! yes folks, just call me michael. i've officially joined the ranks of the asian fade, comb forward club. the only problem is that it doesn't suit my head! for this hair cut to work your head has to be a normal shaped head. mine? well lets just say that i look like i have forward spikes ready to strike!

i know i promised you a picture theresa but i just got lazy last night.

i just lost 10 years of my life debugging a program and all that was wrong with it is one line of code.

i'm sure that all of the programmer's relate to me on this one. i made this change in my code this morning that says "hey! if theres an error keep going but write the error to a file when there is one", then i totally forgot about it. later on today, i had to make some changes and test it. i hit the submit button a few times and i got the same message. naturally i changed some code that i thought was faulty and hit submit again. still the same message. make more changes, still the same. anything that i did got the same results.

yes folks, 4 hours later....

i just had to remove that 1 piece of logic that said "don't show the error" and run the script. booyah! there it was, the error staring at me straight into the face.

yea i'm soo late (a few days)... but i don't care. it's there ain't it?

some people are just idiotic by nature.

i keep wondering why the higher paid people are usually dumber than the normal "not getting paid" as much people. i keep wondering why we're spending so much money on people who don't know what they're doing. what bothers me the most is that they usually ask the people who actually know questions that don't make sense (which is usually me). i've also resigned myself to the strange reality that no matter how much you help them, they usually end up leading some project that is totally beyond they're skills (or brain comprehension).

take for example, person b. person b is an arrogant fellow who thinks he's God's gift to the programming world. person b is learning ASP, which ritchie happens to know. so naturally person b asks ritchie for help. 1 question ritchie doesn't mind, 2 questions he still doesn't mind but when it's 5+ questions or more then ritchie minds. they're questions that can be found on the internet too, really beginner type questions. it's really irritating me. some people have no regard for the time of others (and the money being spent on them), remember this?

some people should be brought into the mental hospital for the things that they do.

last night i was chanel surfing and i finally came by the crocodile hunter yesterday. there are soo many reasons why i think that this guy should be locked up and put in a straight jacket. one is why would anyone put themselves in such a risk? who in their right minds would put themself in a cage in the middle of a shark infested waters? obviously this guy was dropped a few times on his head when he was a kid.

but even if i was totally annoyed by the utter stupidity. i couldn't bring myself to switch the channel or look away. it was like watching a someone get hit by a car, you just can't look away. this time though, it was funny surfing his website and watching all the close call video clips. they were actually funny to watch him avoid getting spit on by some snake.

have you ever had close friends who you grew up with and no matter if you lose contact you always know that you'll still be good friends with?

i grew up with a few friends who've stayed with me through the good and the not so good times. the ones where you shared your secrets with and trusted without any hesitation. i thank God that everyday he gave me friends who i've adopted into my life as my brothers and sisters. and for that i thank you

i hope you guys didn't think that this was one of those sappy, tear-jerker entries.

this is dedicated to my friend cedric....things about him that makes him my friend:

• the way i can bug him about his ears (and how they stick out and make him look like dumbo) and he still has a better comeback
• how he's one of the taller filipino's i know, comes in handy when you're short like me
• how he knows me so well
• we all love to chill with cedric cause he always gets the girls around him (so we get to hang out with girls.... we're not really that sad really)
• because he knows all my secrets and i trust him with them (of course, i have to be nice so he won't blackmail me)
• growing up with someone is something that just happens, when they turn into a brother that you care about is something that doesn't just happen

happy birthday cedric

the canadians have invaded microsoft!

so like i said my companions and i made a little trek south of the border to attend a little info session in microsoft. on a mission to see bill gates and get free stuff. as usual my crew was the youngest in the small room. the presentor kept compiling the program when he didn't mean to. it crashed a few times and he blamed it on .net being beta. it was fun! i got to eat at ivars and practice smuggling gap clothes over the border.

does anyone else get nervous when they're crossing the border? i do! i get all stuttery and i start talking in a texan accent (don't ask me why). the last time i had to cross it and got asked where i was from. mid-sentence i got tongue-tied and figured the way to tell the officer was to point in the general direction of my dwelling place. this time, i answered "down there" the officer responded back with "well, actually its up there" everyone in the car laughed (at me).

and on a totally different note. do american's need glasses? isn't it a hazard having a target sign this big? some airforce planes might see this and take aim. if i didn't know better this would've been some sort of practice range for the legally blind. this was right across the northgate mall where we ate dinner at. this was the biggest store sign i've ever seen in my whole life! of course, i shouldn't talk... i wear glasses thick enough to be legally used to cut diamonds with an ordinary flashlight.

A man walked into the produce section of his local supermarket and asked to buy half a head of lettuce.The boy working in that department told him that they only sold whole heads of lettuce.

The man was insistent that the boy ask his manager about the matter. Walking into the back room, the boy said to his manager, "Some asshole wants to buy a half a head of lettuce."

As he finished his sentence, he turned to find the man standing right behind him, so he added, "and this gentleman kindly offered to buy the other half."

The manager approved the deal and the man went on his way. Later the manager found the boy and said, "I was impressed with the way you got yourself out of that situation earlier. We like people who think on their feet here. Where are you from , son?"

"Canada, sir," the boy replied.

"Well, why did you leave Canada," the manager asked.

The boy said, "Sir, there's nothing but whores and hockey players up there."

"Really!" said the manager. "My wife is from Canada!"

The boy replied, "No kidding???? Who did she play for?" >>

my small attempt on a software review for the palm....

a while back i was looking for some way to write articles and my little messed up stories on my palm. particularly because i was leaving and i wanted to keep a journal of my trip. i wasn't about to write out a whole journal on the memo pad, especially when i'm the chatty type and there's some sort of limitations on it. so that wasn't an option. i needed some way to write a whole bunch of things on the palm and have it sync to ms word. it would've been nice if i could have some sketch pad on it as well (at that time). well i looked at a few others, but each had a features that i want in the other. one would have a way to draw memo's, others would have alarms associated and others were just too big. obviously i would have to settle for the one application that would meet most of the things that i wanted. here was my list:

• sync with ms word
• sketch pad built in
• integrates with the memo pad database
• font capabilities (like bolding, underline, striking out)
• not too big of an application

i searched long and hard until i saw blue nomad software's wordsmith. it was great, it was a little bulky but still awsome! it just didn't have a sketch pad but it had everything else and more. it even integrates the desktop conduit with word which made syncing easier. i'm really happy that i have this on my palm right now.

murphy's law sucks!

for some reason the more i try to get ready for something the more i screw my plans up. as some of my friends know, i'm heading down to seattle to attend some microsoft brainwashing and to eat at jack in the box. so sleeping early last night was one of my priorities, but did that happen? nopes! insomnia kicked in and with the combination of watching captain picard screaming like a lunatic, i went to sleep at 12:30am.

and this morning? well, i woke up at 5:30 and turned off my alarm (not the snooze like i usually do) and woke up 2 hours later. traffic was bad and it's currently raining as if God was taking a shower up there. so what else went wrong this morning? well, forgot the camera, the pager, the cellphone and my palm stylus at home. not to mention that i skipped breakfast, so after i got in to the office. i decide to head down to 7-11 with dan (my co-worker). never ever forget your rain coat/vest in your cube, especially when it's down pouring like there's no tomorrow outside. but your not me and i do forget these things, now i look like i walked into my shower with my clothes on.

anything that went wrong already did.... now lets see if what else can go wrong.

the worst thing about a braggart is a braggart that doesn't know anything.

how many times in a lifetime we come across people who think they know it all. people who present themselves as knowing everything from the chemical bonding of sub atomic particles to how many hours it would take to code a small website? in reality most (if not all) of these people know nothing more but just a miniscule piece of information. watch out! they're not what they seem to be. the might talk the talk, but walking the walk is comparable to being a retard with legbraces on a walker (no offense to the metally deficient but the point has to be made).

so be careful out there in the real world, stand clear with people who think they know what they're doing or saying. when push comes to shove and crunch time comes, coming through is another story and the blame usually lands on you.

saturday night? i don't remember a thing...

ok fine, there are a few incriminating photos and a few boxes of drinks that only none minors can buy but i still don't remember a thing. at one point of the night, there was a wig being passed around, a few cigarettes smoked and a few lot of raw eggs that was cracked and ingested (yes you heard right, raw eggs). I'm scared to go need a microwave because i have four sunny side up eggs floating around in me. needless to say that our alcohol levels that night were very much passed the normal limits set by canada.

but that wasn't the only thing that bordeom can offer four bored young adults. at first we wanted to be yuppies, so we hung out at chapters, drank our starbucks fraps, read our yuppie magazine and pretended to trade stocks.

then we felt a bit nostalgic and decided to go-kart. about 6 years ago, we used to waste our time in the go-karts racing each other and crashing into the tire constructed walls. so we went, with a few things different. the track seemed smaller than what we remembered it to be, the go-karts are in a lot better condition than it was before, the helmets still reaked like nasty 14 year old sweat and the cars seemed to have shrunk. i barely fit into it, amazing that cedric fit considering that he's quite tall and long legged (i think he's knees were touching his chest).

so that's been the sum of my weekend. nothing really interesting happening to me.

my parents are gone for 10 days. i woke up to an empty house (except for paulo snoring in the other room).

today, i discovered that i have to clean clothes to wear and there is no rice (and rice is an essential part of a filipino's diet) plus i don't have any money to buy any food. so we went to a chinese restaurant and had some super salty porkchops with some congee. now, i still haven't finished my laundry and i'm officially broke and in the negative in my account but at least i'm full (thank God payday is this week).

actually this would be a normal weekend except i don't have my mom hounding me to help around the house.

my parents are abandoning me for 10 days (to tour edmonton...why? i don't know).

so it's going to be survivor style living during that time for me. (mental note: learn how to siphen gas from the neighbor's suv) but i'm writing to tell people about the greatness of 2 products that will be working together too keep me alive and kicking for the duration of my time alone. one is the george foreman grill, and the other great invention of the last centrury is spam! it's soo not healthy for you, but in terms of convenience and usability it's the best.

in this case, combining all your favorite parts of the cow (and various animals) into one block of meat is the best. putting it into a sandwich, eat it with rice and i've even seen it used on the bbq. which is why slicing it up and slabbing it on the george foreman grill is so simple even a child (who knows how to use a knife) can use it. although don't abuse spam, because although it doesn't say so in the website or on the can, i'm sure that it reduces your lifeline.

so they're injecting niccotine into drinks now? first it was caffine and lots of it too, now its actually niccotine?!

so lets see how long it takes them to mix in cocaine or marijuana into our drinks. right now, we're already mixing alcohol (which used to be illegal...yea i saw the untouchables) into our beverages. honestly, how messed up would it be to walk into a 7-11 and buy the latest sobe mixed in with cocaine instead of ginseng? drinking it at work, maybe mix some alcohol into it when you're in a club. it's not that far away people!