halloween rocks the casbah!

i remember my first halloween, i was 14 years old and trick or treating was huge around here. since it was all rural area, old people with large amounts of candy. i remember it being a network of kids running around yelling out who gave the big chocolate bars and who gave the coke cans. i know it sounds so grown-up of me, but kids: be careful, there are a lot of psycopaths out there just waiting to feed you anthrax, and you don't want your insides exploding into a million pieces do you?

well, this year. i'm 23 years old and i'm spending halloween at work. fun! but hey! at least i still get candy. it's stil fun though, one of us brought in a big rat with a motion sensor. what does it do? well it lets out a screaming chimp noise. yes folks, a big rat making monkey noises. it's actually really really scary when you think about it. i think i've developed zemmiphobia just by being around it. but who wouldn't be scared with a rat this big? yes folks, photoshop magic.

and thats not really my hair people, thats my "i-want-to-look-like-one-of-the-beatles-cause-i-want-to-be-a-rockstar" wig.

update: for a second there, i thought that i was pretty geeked out with the halloween pictures. then, i get an email from paulo! remember paulo? the guy who submitted to am i hot or not with this picture? well, it appears that his whole office is getting into the spirit of the season. is that guy in the middle supposed to be a certain body part wrapped in a contraceptive device? damn!

jebus! tomorrow is costume day! and i don't know what i'm going to be?! help!

are you sure today isn't a monday?

i'm very much amazed at the fact that i made it into work this morning. a bit late but still here. see the plan has been to wake up early, and take the bus; rest on the bus and get to work on time. whats been happening? here's my morning schedule for the last 2 days: stay up late, wake up late, rush the whole morning routine forgetting that combing hair is sometimes essential to look decent, drive, attempt to comb hair while driving and deal with stupid motorists.

i sometimes doubt that there are capable people in this world. capable meaning: people who can make good decisions in times of pressure. it just seems that when people are on the road every bit of common sense just jumps ship out the window faster than rats of a sinking ship. i'd like to state once again that if you're old and senile, please hire a driver or just stay of the road. sometimes people can't deal with you driving 10 kph! you see all these men in business suits turning left on the yellow, knowing full well that by turning they will be blocking the lanes in the opposite direction. sometimes stupidity is ok in the driving world i guess. you could be the best financial advisor or computer consultant but you lose credibility with me especially when you do stupid things like that. ladies, please do not drive a big huge vehicle if you can't handle it! please, don't! drive a tracker or something, but not a truck that can seat a family of 10 and hold the contents of a small appartment in the back. i say that only for safety's sake. for my safety! i don't want huge hummer type vehicles crashing into my poor lowly honda civic! can you imagine? they'd need the damn jaws of life just to pry me out of the front seat.

oh, and i'm not forgetting men either! men are a totally different story. if you guys are going to get a super nice car that cost you an arm and a leg to pay for. make sure you don't pawn off your brain to make the payments! yes folks, driving a bmw or a audi can make you look good but when you drive it like a fool who mistook his genitals for a shift knob just get off the streets and ends up stalling the car 50 times down the road. trust me, you look like a middle aged man with a midlife crisis than the cool guys that you see driving the porche in those hair transplant commercials.

i love my drive to work. are you sure it isn't monday?

last night i saw office space.

i have to admit that it was a blind rental, meaning i heard it was good so i went out and rented it. i'm not disappointed though. in some way, i could relate to the whole movie. the part where you have to stare at the computer for the whole day. i don't think i have any problem with our printer here but i have to admit that it would be fun just taking something and busting it up to the tune of some hard-core gansta music. the fact that one of the characters was a programmer that always left out small details was funny too.

but i think what made the movie was: milton. this guy was your basic soft spoken guy with thick (and i mean thick) glasses. all his dialoge consisted of was a series of "umms", "ohhs" and "don't take my stapler" phrases. he was so funny! i can't say that i relate to him though. i don't think i have thick enough glasses. he's quite the person tough. it was a really interesting weekend just vegging out infront of the television and the computer, sometimes i need a weekend like that.

so the whole weekend was spent cleaning and geeking out.

i did not leave the house, i didn't even step foot out of the front (or side) doors. the weekend was spent installing linux on my new server machine which is located in my room. i think i'm going to be buying a house just to accomodate all my computers (for those people who actually know me in real life, you guys know it's true). i found it hard to imagine that vacumming the smaller guest room took longer because most of my floor space was already being taken up.

so it was house cleaning day today. which means that my mom has been going crazy, cleaning and dusting everything in sight. when it came down to my room, she offered to help out. when it came down to my bathroom, she offered and i accepted. bad idea ritchie! so i continue doing my cleaning job and she locks herself in the bathroom (she starts with the toilet bowl). 10 minutes later, i check up on her and what do i find? she's cleaning my sink (the very same sink that i brush my teeth and clean my face) with the toilet bowl scrubbing thing! oh optimization can be such a nightmare sometimes. at least i stopped her before she started using the toilet duck on my shower. eeeew! *cringe*

and to all those who emailed and responded to my post yesterday. thanks for helping a friend out.

damn it! damn it! damn it!

i hate life sometimes, just for the simple fact that it can sometimes throw you a curve ball. words fail me now. sometimes i just can't help the way i feel. it's just one of those unsolved mysteries; i can't explain how i feel. usually i know it and i can put it into words, but at this moment i can't. no worries though, i'll be ok. i think i just need a cigarette.

update: screw it all!

it's been a while. (volunteering is fun!)

so last night was the big sister's auction. i developed their database so for pure curiosity sake i volunteered to help out and see how the database would handle itself. so what would happen is that people would fill out these cards and their "bidder id" would go into the database. they would bid on packages and the highest bidder id would go into the database and their bid. easy enough? well, it is really. just try producing all the information in real time. dave (who was there because his gf was part of the whole thing) developed this web interface to enter id's and we had an intranet going in the basement of the vancouver aquarium. 2 laptops, 2 geeks and a few cute girls reading to us.

i went very well all night we were sitting on our computers keying in data. associating packages with bidders and entering their bids. we tried to watch a capture of simpsons that dave had on his laptop but i think total, we only had 5 minutes break time. but it was a lot of fun, you could see that everyone was working hard and i think they made a lot of money via auction and donations. my only regret was not being able to take a picture with the big novelty cheque. think of the blogging material that would give!

uugh, curiosity got the better of me.

so i just spent a few minutes looking around in asian avenue and apartment 107. i try to avoid surfing these sites too much because too much of something usually is bad for you. and too much of these two sites is usually the first 30 seconds of logging in. i can't really complain because i ended up getting a free cd from asian avenue, just because i've been a member for a while now. but then again who wants to listen to a bunch of boys II men, nsync wannabe's sing out of tune songs unless they're on a pump it up song list?

so i've come to the conclusion that sites hosted fall into a few basic categories.

great! - as much as i love to hate on these sites, some of them aren't actually as bad as i lead you to believe. some of them actually have awsome content. they tell stories in a well written fashion and they have great pictures from their portfolio. these sites can rival a lot of sites that are out there right now. they can be funny and compelling. great reads! too bad i only found 3 sites like this.

cool kid racer - before you skip over this type, give it a change. these guys (and some girls) are funnier than the sunday comics. usually they have pictures of their cars on their site (usually a lowered honda civic) with a muffler big enough to fit a watermelon into them. and i'm not trying to slam anyone, because i have pictures of my lowered civic on my site. but! they're usually 15 years old, which is a bit interesting since in some places the lowest driving age is 16 years old. are these cars just sitting in the garage? and don't tell me that you paid for that $10,000 engine swap with your job at mc donalds. c'mon people, if your going to make things up don't leave out the fact that you are too young to drive, cause i'm sure your car does less than 10 seconds on a quarter mile. especially, when your info says that you're not even allowed to drive your parents station wagon out the driveway.

hook-ups anyone? - unfortunately, some people see these community pages to either (1) get hooked up, or (2) proclaim their love for their hubby. it's really hard to come up with a description for these sites because i have to admit that these types of sites get pretty creative. just like personal ads, some have pictures and some sap story about how much they love sunsets and racing. oh! and with nicks like .... uum ... shy_babyface or kUtIeLuVbUg how can you go wrong? and all those 20+ year olds who go around surfing these communities, all i can say is be careful. if you really want to look at young blood.... try survivor cam jr. "uumm really officer, i really didn't know she was 13. what?! 10 years old? really i'm not one of those creepy internet guys that have an underage asian fetish."

broke shift key - HoW'd yOu LiKe rEaDiNg ThIs? i'm really sorry to say that half the sites on these servers have the tendency to type like this. nothing wrong with that if you're 15 maybe 17, but if you're 25 - 27 years old, it's getting old. i can barely understand what you're writing, i'm going to have to cut and paste your text into word or programatically alter the text using php. and if you're shift key is sporatically turning off and on? there are keyboards are cheaper than some brands of cigarettes out there. please go invest in one.

i'd give examples but i'm sure i'm going to get some hate mail if i did, so i'm not even going to name any names.. hey! at least i got a free cd coaster.

i'm in a bit of a dilemma. i need your help.

my newest obsession here at work is chai tea. to be more precise, chai tea latte. which can only be bought at two close locations: starbucks and second cup. i don't know where i should be getting my chai tea! i'd love to say that i can probably just pick the cheaper of the two but both demand that i sell a small portion of my soul for a large cup of oh-so-tasty-chai-tea-latte. (meaning: they're the same price)

i like the flavors of both, but i prefer starbucks more in this regard. starbucks has a sweet flavor to their cup of chai. but! second cup has a really cute lady working there. how cute you say? lets just say that she looks like alicia keys without the classically trained piano playing, with the apron and coffee. she can whip up a good chai latte too! she's really cute! did i mention that she's really cute? well yea she is. so where do i go for my morning dose of chai latte?

and no i can't go to both because i have to keep some parts of my soul. (meaning: too expensive to go twice a day)

food based on a dare? naw really?

ever tried filipino food? it has quite the selection of food that can be considered delicacies in some countries or a survivor immunity challenge to some. i mean it's not a gross as eating a live squirming worm but hey, boiled unborn duck fetus for lunch anyone? how about some stewed bone marrow? and my all time favorite, oxtail and tripe with mixed vegetables in peanut sauce (kare-kare).

have i ever told you that minjung rocks my world?

last night's conversation with her was entertaining to say the least.

mj: i'm telling you ritchie, filipino food is based on a dare.
rsmacapinlac: yea i know, who would eat boiled pig's blood stew anyways?
mj: a dare i tell you, it's all based on a dare.
rsmacapinlac: hummmm jollibee!

oh, don't get me wrong. i love filipino food, but i tend to gross myself out while i'm eating when i think of the ingredients. sometimes ignorance is bliss.

and thats actually the first fan sign that i've ever made in my whole life. it was fun, i should make more!

damn this anthrax scare!

the ventilation in my office building has been turned off. meaning, ritchie is very very hot and irritable! so apparently some person in the building got a letter that contained some power inside. this immediately signaled attention, the guys in the horses were called in, the workstation sealed and the letter kept in quarantine. <sarcasm>now if i were osama bin laden, i would send lowly canadian office workers anthrax by mail to prove a point. cause that totally makes sense!</sarcasm>

but in the process of being "precautious" they turned off the damn ventilation. why not just let us all go home? if there was a fire in the building, i'm pretty sure they wouldn't be turning off the damn ventilation, they'd probably evacuate right? so what makes a life threatening air-borne disease any different? but yea, insurance is such a economically mission-critical product for this country that if we don't get insurance papers processed the whole country would just go under faster than rats off a sinking ship. yes folks, we insurance workers of bc just love everyone soo much we're willing to stay here in this hot building to hold the country together, no matter the risk.

did i mention irritable?!

bucket seats on the bus?! when did this happen?

so today, i took the bus. not because my car is acting up once again but because i was too lazy to get the lawnmower's extra gas and put it into my car (oh don't laugh, if you were desperate you'd do it too). which meant that i had to get up earlier, and get ready faster. which wasn't such a big problem, but my parents have someone staying in the extra room beside mine. meaning i have to be more quiet and careful that i don't wake her up. but thats a whole different story.

so to my surprise, the bus overshoots the bus stop by about half a block causing me to run through a puddle just to get in. new drivers...sheesh! to my sweet surprise though, it was the new busses that i heard about. it was actually pretty funky, bucket seats, air-con/heating, a blue welcome light... a blue welcome light?! who puts a blue welcome light on busses anyways? overall, the trip was really bearable except for the lady who decided to wear a whole bottle of perfume. people, people when will we learn? but bucket seats? now i've seen everything.

hey, at least i'm into work on time.

my car likes to play tricks on me...

last night i was driving around to my usually busy schedule of the weekend, nothing special right? well, during my drive home (past midnight) i realize that my gas gauge is dipping past the "e", obviously i decide to go to the nearest gas station to fill up. i look in my wallet, and none of my credit/debit cards were there! i decided to brave the rest of the ride home, which was approximately a 40 minute drive.

i was being careful to not step on the gas pedal too suddenly and click it to neutral when it's downhill. but my car decideds to start playing practical jokes on me! how does an inanimate object of transportation play a trick on the unsuspecting ritchie? it started fluctuating the gas gauge needle up and down. for no reason it wasn't like i was turning or accelerating. the needle would drop below the "e" which was far below the bottom of the line. and 10 seconds later, it would creep up to the middle of half tank and empty. you could imagine my reactions, from "yea, i'll get home" to "omg! i'm going to be stranded in the middle of a dark highway and i'm going to be some 30+ year old cougar's playtoy".

i did get home eventually and i was able to gas up my car. i guess this is why people tell me never to let the gas go down below 1/4 tank huh?

alright, so do you think people just don't notice when they wear too much make up?

i was having lunch as usual and i see a young lady ordering at one of the places. nothing special, except! she turns around and she had enough make-up on her face to rival tammy-faye! which wouldn't be a problem except that she looked like a cross between mimi and a kid that was let loose on clown makeup. but i can't imagine how the color selection and application process takes place.

girl: hummm i think today, i'll copy the color combination of my shower curtain. how about gray, blue and orange? yea! thats a good combination! *apply* hummm i think i need more eye shadow. maybe i'll get the shade i want from this dry marker.

of course, i shouldn't talk because i'm not some sort of expert on make-up. so i'll just leave it up to the experts. but girls, when you apply make up your color scheme shouldn't match the color scheme of my website.

since i've been sick. i've been eating my normal "sick" foods.

no, you read right; i said "sick" foods, not sick as in gross but sick as in food for the sickly. i guess you could consider it gross though, for some reason you have to be creative when you're sick because usually you can't taste anything. which means you need potent food to burn through the sense-less taste buds. why do you think that nyquil tastes so bad, or any cough medicine for that matter.

actually, i must've developed this receipe throughout the years to rid me of the cold germs...

beef flavored mr. noodles mixed with cream of mushroom soup over japanese rice. with a whole can of sliced microwaved spam and a big cup of chai tea!

yes folks, i turn into a bigger freak when i'm sick. what do you people eat when you guys get sick?

ya know the funny thing about deadlines?

... it's the fact that they come up without you knowing. a few weeks ago, i got approached by one of my friends to quickly knock off a contract job. which would easily take care of my mom's christmas present, but that was 2 weeks ago and along with waiting for graphics, layout and databases. now i have 2 days to finish. beautiful situation? not yet, there is still 1 big part to take care off. most of the work is done, but this one part is going to be a doozy coding. see, i could do it really quickly given normal circumstances but being sick just adds whole new dimention to the problem.

have you ever tried coding a shopping cart in asp while drugged up on alcohol induced nyquil and watching robotech?

trust me it's not a pretty picture. why am i at work? actually a better question would be, how did i manage to get to work today?

nyquil is sick! it's probably the worst tasting colds medicine!

it's potent enough to cut through metal like acid, and it's got enough tranquilizers in it to knock you out faster than an elephant on an african safari. now why would anyone take this terrible cough medicine? well, it works. it's probably the only one out there that has the ability to make you feel soo much better.

take last night for example. i got home around 5, i then took a dose of nyquil and ate dinner. directly after i ate, i honestly don't remember how i made it back to my bed. i was so knocked out! now try try troubleshooting a computer while drugged up; i'm sorry belle. see, she called me asking for help on her computer and i think i told her instructions on how to make chicken pot pie. uumm yea, really defrosting the chicken is another way of saying defrag the hard drive belle. no joke!

so i slept a good 12 hours and i feel a bit better than yesterday. i bought a huge jug of orange juice cause it's supposed to be good and your supposed to be drinking a lot of liquids. tonight is another nyquil night. uugh!

oh i love the first day back to regular routine!

last night i watched 19 episodes of robotech because (1) i was feeling under the weather and (2) just cause i can. of course, the trade of with watching that much cartoon is the fact that you sleep late. which isn't good when you don't feel too well in the first place. so i drag myself into the shower this morning only to realize that i'm an hour early, so i head back to sleep and i oversleep and wake up 30 minutes early. i have a hacking cough that doesn't sound good (but what hacking cough sounds like britney spears singing anyways). i get outside planning to take the bus, but changing my mind quickly when i see my bus just drive by (10 minutes early).

so i take my car, no jacket, no umbrella and i start my 45 minute drive. while i was driving the sky gets darker and darker, eventually rain starts to pour! hi ritchie, welcome back to the northwest! where it rains 24 hours 7 days of the year! so i get in and i realize that i forgot my id badge, which isn't such a big deal normally but today the lady makes me sign in and now i'm carrying around a visitors badge. can i get any more dorky? so the room's spinning faster than a merry-go-round on speed and i'm trying to drink a 946ml pack of orange juice but everything tastes like flourless chocolate cake when you don't feel well. i love coming back to work with 10+ voicemails and 50+ emails to respond to.

just wanna say hello to lan (hope your garage sale went well on saturday), nelson and kev. i know i must've forgotten a few people but i've got the worst memory and it was such a quick meeting on friday. rockon asian journalists!

yes folks, i'm back in vancouver!

from one of the most amazing and condensed weekend. from shopping to eating to arcades and then drinking. it was fun hanging around the sblog crew. i gotta say though, i wish coma said hey to us. it would've been cool, i don't think we're that scary looking. my last day, it was jollibee and krispy kreme. it was a great weekend, trust me these guys know how to show people a good time. even if i didn't get to see the "normal" tourist spots, which people seem to think is cool. i'm a bigger geek for loving frys, dave and busters, in-n-out and krispy kreme.

so here it is: my weekend trip to san francisco.

err.... ernie's story is a bit exaggerated.

actually, they've all been quite the opposite. they've all taken me out soo much. ok maybe not all of his story was exaggerated. yesterday, we went to fry's and i was totally amazed. i was running around with a stupid grin on my face. but before that they stuffed me with dim sum and bubble tea. for a veteran, all-you-can-eat sushi champion, i was amazed at how fast i got full. and in-n-out, krispy kreme plus dave and busters? oh man.... just wait until i post my pictures up.

update: ohhhhh ms x comabound, was at fry's when ern and i were!

guess where i am? just guess... c'mon guess!

i'm in san francisco! i got in yesterday which started my getaway from vancouver life. i can't say that it's been less than amazing. see the last time i was here, it was very rushed. we were basically just driving through and we didn't get to go anywhere. this time, the sblog sf people have done a great job taking me out.

so yesterday, we went to some 8 level nordstrom. just cause i've never seen a shopping mall that was 8 levels, i wanted to take a picture. so here i was lining up my digital camera and i look over and see that belle and dave are walking away with the "i-don't-know-this-tourist" look on their face. i love being a tourist! and we met up with mj at some restaurant where our waiter took an hour and a half bringing our bill. if i remember correctly, we walked around and hung out, watched the tivo and then oohh the highlight of the night. internet rockstar ernie graced us with his presence!

oh yea, side comments: i want a tivo, i'm in heaven when in a microsoft/sony mall, a flourless cake is fudge! right dave kim! i think ernie gets more hits on his website in a day than i get in a month.

so i wiped down my keyboard...

it's usually rare that i have 2 encounters with weird individuals from work. today i believe it's one of those rare moments. a certain individual came to my desk. which caught me off guard because i completely forgot that he was coming to my desk. after the initial introductions, we proceded to do the job that was planned. half way through, he asked if he could eat the lunch that he brought along; i didn't see a problem so he did. he proceded with complaining about overpriced cafeteria food. i continued and just let him ramble on. normal right? until he started leaning over and eating while talking, causing half chewed muffin bits to be sprayed all over me and my desk. yes kids, when your parents taught you not to talk with your mouth full, they ment until you grew up!

so testing came. the part that seemed to excite him a lot, judging from the amounts of muffin pieces on my desk from all the talking. so i surf to the first page of the site and he tells me to mouse over a certain image. whoohoo! he made a rollover, cause when i moused over the image, another image on the page changed. great! i know i'm being mean; so i gave him the benefit of the doubt and acknoleged his "great" achievement. he then continued to exclaim how i'm "lucky to be sitting beside a genius". he's a genius for making a javascript rollover? i guess he doesn't know that i'm the javascript onmouseover event god!

will you please excuse me while i get some towels to wipe the half-chewed muffin remains from my computer? thanks!

1 day to my vacation and i almost didn't make it!

i think it's walking in the parking lot (at least my workplace parking lot) is more dangerous than being on a plane these days. but of course it could be that people around my work are just oblivious of anyone besides themselves. so why am i so bitter this morning? i was walking though the parking lot this morning attempting to make it to the door into the building when i almost got run over. i won't mention any names but i will provide clues. anyway, i was walking by an empty parking stall and this person was pulling in. i stopped to let him through, but he gave me the hand gesture to move and he'll wait for me to cross. i smile and start walking. then the idiot this person just steps on the gas almost hitting me! and almost means that the bumper was a few centimeters to my knees.

now maybe if he wasn't on the cellphone, maybe if he was a little bit more aware of his environment, maybe a good dose of social skills would do this person good,maybe if he wasn't so idiotic and maybe if the people who work here had a bit more "road sense" then maybe the parking lot would be a safer place to walk.

i accidentally splashed some water on my shirt and now it looks like i peed on myself. today is a good day!

all the idiots come out when it's raining.

i'm not being bitter or spiteful but in a city where it rains 99% of the time, you would think that people would actually learn how to drive in the rain. when your grand parents are slumped against the steering wheel looking through a little clear defrosted area on the windsheild, please, don't let them drive out on a rainy day. other people who shouldn't drive include people who think that their 4x4 are unbeatable. if your truck is slipping and sliding already, don't try to go faster than your current speed. it's not funny when you almost hit my car! laughing about it doesn't help either, especially when i didn't get that much sleep that night and i'm already pissed off cause people like you crash into the median and cause my drive to work to be extended 20 minutes.

bottomline, you are not invincible just because you've lived to see the 2 turns of the millenium or you have a vehicle that can tow a small part of the forrest.

so just saw training day with a few of my buddies.

i'm not quite sure what to make of the movie. i was walking out of the theater with this "damn-i-don't-get-it-but-i-kinda-do" look on my face. it was obviously one of those movies that makes you wonder if the "bad" guy was really a "bad" guy and if the "good" guy either just saved the day or made a total fool of himself. i'm a bit partial to both because i really think that there's 2 ways of interpreting the storyline (don't worry i won't spoil it for anyone).

this was actually one of those movies that kept me at the edge of my seat. and it's not just because denzel washington kept on saying "boom!" throughout the movie. it was actually a well written, well conceptualized movie that kept me thinking and excited. one scene that i could've done without was snoop puking! what the heck was that all about? all in all the movie was two thumbs up.

i just gotta keep practicing with not looking so perplexed when i walk out the theater so all the people don't think that i "just didn't get it".

today is learn a new thing day.

i'm determined to learn something new, or maybe refamiliarize myself with something that i've forgotten. i'm determined to play around with a few programming languages. maybe i'll geek out with java and rework some webtools that i have. i know that blogger uses java for most of it's transactional stuff. so i know that it can handle the load and according to webmonkey: "converting to java increased performance by 50%", i'm not quite sure how they got those number but hey it's webmonkey. it's where jeffrey veen came from, he has his face (and name) on a book; he's got to be credible and since he used to work for webmonkey, they're credible by association.

but yea, i'm re-learning java. it'll be fun! cause thats what i consider fun: churning up geek code and making my web apps work better.

f.u.b.a.r. is a dangerous thing!

pg13 version is "friends united beyond all races", the rated r version is more descriptive of what i was last night: "f*cked up beyond all recognition". since there wasn't really anything to do last night my friends and i decided to go to this long weekend event. now, i'm not really the clubbing type but all the old clubbing crew was there. it was like old times! dancing, drinking, talking, drinking, hanging out and drinking! needless to say that i have a receipt for 85$ in my wallet for drinks. it's even worse when you don't even remember buying anyone anything besides the occasional shot. think it can't get any worse than that? i think i was picking up on some 17 year old girl just cause she was saying something about cute guys with long hair. oh yes, i can see it now! "but officer, i didn't know that she was 17 years old. what? 14? 'k fine slap the handcuffs on me now"

i remember cursing (a few times) at the urinal cause it was moving and cause i couldn't "aim" properly. this would've been all good if i was the only person in the washroom at that time. but with my luck, it was a full washroom, meaning: guys in each stall, in each sink and a few guys waiting; all watching me as i curse the heck out of an inanimate object. i think the worst part is the fact that it's now monday morning and i'm completely hung over. and it's the stereotypical hung over where: my head is pounding/spinning to the beat of trance music, my stomach is twisting and turning like it was caught in an unending rollercoaster and you feel like you just swallowed a whole ashtray of cigarettes. yes kids drinking isn't a nice picture; unless it's you watching your friend making a complete fool of himself. then you better grab a seat and watch the free comedy!

i have to thank my friends for making sure that i got home last night and keeping me entertained on the ride home too! they're awsome like that!

it's the start of the long weekend and what am i doing?

i'm watching baseball! damn it! now i know why i've never gotten into this game. it's soo boring! 2 to 3 hours of mind numbing tv, watching players try to hit a tiny ball with a bat. if i wanted to watch someone do that, i would've watched golf but thats another IQ levelling sport. i know i'm probably going to get some flamed emails from some baseball fans but answer me this: have you ever enjoyed the game when you either weren't high or drunk? no! why? well because with alcohol or marijuana your mind starts it's own commentary which enhances the game. maybe they'll start playing with wheelchairs or something.

yes ritchie, smart way to start the long weekend!

note: i guess you just sleep through it just like i did

the things i do at futureshop really amazes me.

see, they had this really nice webcam on sale a few days weeks ago and i wanted one. just a bit too lazy to get it. but today i was feeling particularly good so i decided to drag a few of my co-workers during lunch time to see it. when i got there though, the sale had ended and i couldn't get it unless i paid for it at double the sale price. this was insane, i was ready to use the "whine-and-stomp-my-feet" tactic that i regularly use but frank tried to mediate. still couldn't get it, needless to say i was pretty choked! no worries, i told john and he offered to come back with me after work and see if he can talk them into giving me the deal. since he has good standing with the managers. way to go john! long story short. no whining, no stomping of feet and i have a new webcam!

now i can cam whore myself! now my readers with an asian fetish can stalk ... err see me. buy me stuff? kidding kidding ... cam girl joke!

note: writing this post scares me a bit cause i just realized that all of us at work have our own domain.

everyone is either getting married or having kids!

it just seems these days that all my friends are getting married or either having kids. all my older and some younger friends are jumping into their married lives lately. why is that? they just graduated, they have their careers wouldn't the next step be just to enjoy life? enjoy singlehood and party until you develop a resistance to e you can't party anymore? they all seem to be bitten with the love bug. i just don't get it. i don't even have a relationship, actually i'm still a bitter person; a very bitter person!

and once they get married, they're having kids! is everyone just that quick to look for responsibility? i don't think i could even update my damn about page let alone provide for 2 (or more) people. nope sorry can't do it! but for the people who have made that jump, i guess it's condolences for you congratulations! just like aj from sblog2, he just had a kid!

i don't care what they tell you..... 3d jalapeno and cheddar doritos isn't a good breakfast idea!

yes folks, i'm a big geek at heart.

from the creator of the great dictionary.com bookmarklet; i give you the internet movie database bookmarklet! a few weeks ago, i got an email from the lovely leia and she was telling me how much of a great idea this was. well, i search it all the time anyway and being the lazy butt i am, i don't like going through the steps:

• open a browser
• alt-o, type: "http://www.imdb.com"
• wait for the page to load
• type out my search string
• click "go"
• look through the search results

i know i'm lazy as heck! but hey, why do 6 steps when you can do 1 maybe 2! just like before, drag the "Search IMDB" link to your links bar at the top and have fun plugging away!

Search IMDB

why? why? oh dear jeebus, why?

have you seen the new star trek: enterprise? the one that takes place before the first series? where they're still scared of transporters, they can only go to warp 4 and klingons couldn't be understood? i'm a trekkie in a big way too; i even had the trading cards at one point in my life. one thing that i've come to terms with is that, vulcans are probably the most boring people in the world. now lets analyze it for a bit, a race with no emotions and thinks of everything logically. how boring could you get? just take a look at how leonard nimoy got messed up, he still looks like he can't show any emotion; i think it's a direct result of playing spock for all those years.

have you seen the new vulcan casted into the new star trek? a girl? and a model? how do you make someone who looks like a greek goddess into an alien freak without a gender? *shakes head*

just take a guess what time i was in to work today.

like i said yesterday, my stupid bank closes at 4:30pm which means i have to leave here early; which also means that i have to arrive at work early. one word of advice, try to make logical decisions when you have just woken up and your brain isn't awake yet. see, i usually alot 45 minutes of travel time from my house to work. that's with traffic and all the stupid drivers around vancouver (me included).

but leaving early means that there'd be less traffic. which shaved off a good 20 minutes from my morning commute. i was here at 6:45am! who the hell gets into work at 6:45?! the whole building was empty not even the wacko security guards were here yet. thank you for security passes that gets me into the building or i'd be out in the cold sitting in my car. did i mention that i really love my bank?

so who the hell does my bank cater to anyways?

the few times that i actually have to deal with a teller with something and they make me risk life and limb! let me explain. they close at 4:30pm! which gives me headaches because my hours at work usually go from 8 to 4. so today, i decided to leave a bit early for work to try and make it there by 4:20 but with traffic, combined with driving like a crazy lunatic i still can't make it. i get there and i see that the doors are partially locked! why only partially? because the damn tellers are laughing it up behind the counter (and the loan offices are open). just take into account that i did get there 5 minutes after 4:30 which means that they've only been closed for 5 minutes!

the damn manager has the nerve to tell me to come back tomorrow?! i calmly explain to her (because by this time i'm ready to rip some managerial arms off sockets) that i have work until 4. i don't remember the exact wording of what she said, but it sounded like: "i'm sure mcdonalds would let you off earlier". uumm hello?! i'm a programmer analyst gawd-damn it! i'm not some teenager from highschool who deposits their allowance during lunch hour! i actually have to do some business! so tomorrow, i'm going to wake up an hour early to get in early so i can leave at an earlier hour. just so i can conform my schedule to theirs.

is it like this around the world?!

i've come to the conclusion that rap music doesn't make sense.

at least a long time ago, rap music ment something. either rebelling against something, starting a movement and even when the main topics to rap about was gangbanging, at least the music still had something to rap about. today, music doesn't make any sense. lets take busta rhyme's new song: busta, what it is right now. the title isn't even a coherent sentence! maybe it's just me; i can't understand a word busta rhymes is saying. i'm not just citing one example. jay-z, rapper of the year blah blah blah.... i don't care! what the hell is a h.o.v.a.? "h" to the izzo, "v" to the izza. makes sense? i think not. do you even want to read the rest of the lyrics? fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in v.a., yes folks. i can record a kid talking and put it over a beat and make a million dollars too!

this must be the sign that you're getting old huh? it's when you can't understand the new music coming out anymore. that's why parents just can't understand whipper snapper music!

and now... more of ritchie's corny n'sync "sentimental, make you think that ritchie's a teenybopper" entries.

you can call me selfish, but all i want is your love
but you can call me hopeless, cause i'm hopelessly inlove
you can tell me i'm perfect, but who's perfect?
tell me what do i gotta do?
to prove that i'm the only one
whats wrong with being selfish?

damn, n'sync song lyrics are so cheezy that they get to me! damn this filipino "bring a guitar to your house and sing out of tune until your mom pours hot water from the balcony" blood! you know what i need? i need conterstrike on this computer, just so i can counter the effects of this damn song and instead of being all lovesick, i could be blowing up bad guys with my shotgun!

last night, i started playing online again.

it took me a whole 2 hours to understand installing the updates and patches just to get the game running. it took another hour to configure the buttons in a logical way. it took 30 minutes to learn how to get past the log in screen and on to the net. it took me an hour to get it to work through our home router (damn port blocking and packet filtering!). it took 30 minutes to get rogerwilco set up on my home server. it took an hour to get used to my trackball and my "logically" set up keys. it took 30 minutes to figure out which weapons and armor to buy. it took 20 minutes to figure out that i had to hold down the fire button to plant the bomb..... the price of playing counterstrike until 1:30am, without showering and getting 4 hours sleep..... priceless!