ironic isn't it?

i find it just wierd that hotmail's slogan is "more useful everyday" when they keep taking functionality out. today i got a warning that my inbox is almost reached it's limit. nothing wrong with that except that i only had 1 junk mail and 2 personal emails in there. i'm pissed mr gates, even displaying a link for me to purchase more space. why would i even want more space? i don't even get to check my pop3 accounts.

i went to check my hotmail account and it opened up msn messenger. now why did it do that? why god why?

reason #49782319 why i love to live in this city. (aka, it's all about diversity baby!)

because i woke up too early and decided that the bus will suffice as public transportation. i was able to read a significant amount of time while sitting on the bus undisturbed. i was too early for my course and decided that a starbucks would be a good idea. too bad that it was a few blocks away. tazo chai, here i come! i took a nice walk through the empty streets into the super expensive coffee shop. where a nice japanese girl who barely spoke english took my order. she really nice. pigtails anime character shirt and all.

on my walk back i noticed the diversity of people walking in the street at 8:00am. the rocker who was walking to his job in virgin mega store. the tourist looking for famous landmarks and the office worker going to her ceo job at a failing dot com. not much of that around here. then there was me, 24 year old punk looking kid walking to his jsp course. i fit right into the gap shopper demographic. i kept walking.

it was just enough time to get to my course on time, starbucks drink in hand. i feel like such a yuppie.

password? what password?

i'm all for data security and having a constantly rotating password. i'm also for changing it every so often. but when a system asks you to change your password every 5 log-ins and won't let you change it to a previous one or 3 before that? now that gets annoying.

system: login...
me: *types in password*
system: oops, yea you've used that password once too many times. you're gonna have to figure out a new one.
me: how about the one i used when i first started here 3 years ago?
system: nope thats still a "recent" password in my books.
me: but... but... but... that was 3 years ago.
system: yea, still recent.
me: ok how about this one.
system: yea you know what?! "password" isn't a very good password.... and you call yourself a writer?
me: uumm ok, how about this one.
system: hellllooooo?! idiot, you've already used that password in the last 3 years.... look to that post-it note stuck on your monitor with your past passwords and figure something out.
me: err... how about my mom's maiden name, plus my 3rd dog's name, plus my old password converted into l33t sp33k?
system: password accepted.
me: *sigh*

sometimes dealing with these legacy systems can be a pain.

rest assured that i have not fallen off the side of the planet.

i'm just having a hard time finding something to blog. i haven't really been doing much infront of the computer and i honestly i haven't been doing much inside the house either. i'd tell you guys about what i've been doing but it's a surprise. not just any surprise. its a huge surprise.

actually, its nothing really that exciting. but i still don't want to say anything because it might jinx my chances.

we're mission impossible... kinda.

so theres a new initiative with the security people in the building. we all have to wear our id badges. i have the nasty habit of not wearing mine which continually gets me in trouble and on a first name basis with most of the security people. today my co-workers and i successfully sneaked in an unauthorized personnel. this is how the story developed.

we were going through the motions of our post-lunch walk when i discovered that i had no id and couldn't go into the normal entrance without getting harassed and subjected through a full police interrogation. so the plan was to go through the underground entrance where no security and only a badge was needed to get in. we then proceeded to go through intricately planned escalators and staircases through the building just to avoid the north and south security desks. it was beautiful, i tell ya, tom cruise would be proud.

i officially declare that everyone has a weblog.

during my mundane surf sessions i discovered that douglas rushkoff has a weblog. a real true to life weblog, powered by blogger pro nonetheless. now, most of the people who read this weblog might not know who he is (then again, you might).

he's actually an author that i enjoy a lot. i never did finish ecstasy club which is definitely one of the cooler literary works that i know of. which doesn't really say anything because i haven't read that many books compared to most people. at least now i have another person to stalk err keep track off.

international blog meet obligatory post!

yay! it was fun! the whip was cool. the place has evolved into many different things, according to the waitress, it was a deli, a restaurant, a meat-butcher, a dope house and a place where naked guys sat in tubs and recited poetry. you only think that i'm exaggerating. the highlights of the night were meeting the all-worshipped a-list weblogger of vancouver. the hard part was listening to the 10 different conversations that were going on at the same time. some of the highlights that i caught were (and the obligatory links)...

• man! i love your camera! don't leave it lying around! trust me! did i mention that i loooove that camera?
• hey man, you know that blog entry where you talked about writing code for 30 minutes and compiling on the first shot? dood that's totally amazing! i can completely relate! i've never done that before in my whole life. you rock! so how bout them java classes?
• what are you talking about? i haven't been mean to anyone yet. i've just been flipping everyone off. what?! burlesque dancer? who?!
• wow, he's scary looking. tattoos and a bald head. but he kinda looks like jesse ventura if you look at him in a certain angle.
• wine? i love wine! i just can't get enough of it! wine is like the lifeblood in my veins! *glug, glug, glug*
• dood! you have like the biggest feet EVER!
• i want to be like a 1-woman-design powerhouse! oh you only think i'm kidding.

oh c'mon you didn't expect me to not exaggerate right? the question is: how much did i exaggerate?

embarassing moment #120392872193...

i remember a long time ago back in the philippines, in grade school. i was part of the boys choir, which was fairly well known. i was a decent singer, i never gave any troubles and i always sang my part well. fast forward a few months.

the setting was a very popular nationwide lunch show in the philippines called lunch date. the song was greatest love of all, which is already wrong in itself. my two lines were the beginning of the second verse. lights, camera and action. it was beautiful! the camera panned to me, i sang and i didn't choke. that was until the end part where the sigh of relief came and me uttering "tapos na?!" (is it done yet?) to my choir mate beside me. little did i know that the camera was still pointed to me. next day, the episode was aired and there it was; plain as day. "i believe the children are our future, teach them well and let them lead the way"... *sigh*... "tapos na?!" plain as day, for the whole damn nation to see.

and that is why i fled to canada don't do kareoke.

you know sometimes its good to do something for yourself.

the past few weeks i've been engulfed with activities for my own personal gain. i've been egotistical and everything has pointed to me me and me. i care not to disclose what i've been doing but let's just say it involves a few changes. i'm happy. it's great. it couldn't happen at a better time either. everything seems to be changing to a more customer focused world. so it's not just me doing things for me, it's everyone doing things for me!

sometimes its fun to write a completely ego-driven entry. why else would i keep a web-site about me if i couldn't do that? when you have your own website then you can talk about yourself but for now. it's all about me!

i need to be surrounded by food!

it's no surprise that i love to eat. so starting a new diet makes me realize that i'm surrounded by food wherever i go. let me elaborate a bit before you totally dismiss my blog entry. let's examine this morning.

i wake up and smash my oh-so-weak alarm clock a few times. i go to the shower after dragging myself out of bed. my shampoo is a bodyshop shampoo with banana extract. it smells like banana and attracts monkeys miles away. the bodywash has something to do with herbal extract and smells a bit like some weird tropical fruit. i get out of the shower, brush my teeth and do the whole hygene thing. i put some clothes on and i get my lunch ready. 5 minutes of debating which fruit to bring with me and what sandwich to make. i get into my car and notice that my hands are dry. instictively, i use the lotion kept in my car. it just so happens that it has a cucumber-melon scent. so my whole car smells like cucmber-melon for the whole drive. i get to my work and what do i see? more lotion with peach extract.

yea, when you're on a diet you notice these things.

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i've been craving some activities.

lately, i've been wanting to get out of the house. i've been wanting to get up and not sit around in front of my computer. i've been playing tennis or just hanging out in the garden. it's been great if you don't count the fact that i overdose on allergy medication to keep my comfort at an ok level.

i've been so restless while sitting in my cubicle that it's been a slow torture sometimes. especially when i look outside and all i see is sunshine. sigh! only a few more hours to go.

i'll have some of those fries and a new engine please.

gumpy and groggy. two words that would completely describe how i feel this morning. i managed to drag myself out of bed, into the shower, and upstairs in a relatively ungraceful fashion. my dad proceeded to tell me things that i didn't want to hear either. "hey, the part for your car is going to cost $200 dollars" and "yea, plus labour and a little tip yea?" which is all fine and dandy because i do need a working car.

then...

dad: and your brakes are almost gone so i just told him to change that too.
me: ok
dad: plus an oil change. while it was there we just got it oil changed as well.
me: ok
dad: yea, he said it'll be ready tomorrow so you can go get it then.
me: alright, thanks

i am grateful that my parents are thinking of my safety and the well-being of my car. i just wish they were more aware of the amount of flies that fly out of my wallet every time i open it.

the spoon isn't just for soup.

hasn't it kicked in yet? the spoon isn't just for soup. it's shaped like a shovel; let's use it like one. when you have rice and spam on your plate. don't just use a fork because the spoon is just for soup. use a spoon to shovel the combination of lovely spam goodness and rice into your mouth (at the same time). the fork is inefficient as a shovel. i mean, prison inmates use a spoon to tunnel their way out of prison. if it's good enough for our criminals, i say it's good enough for everyone.

filipinos use the spoon more than a fork or knife because it just works better with rice. (god forbid that we even use a spoon's dull edge as a knife) and we all know that filipinos eat a lot of rice. so take it from the experts, use a spoon as a shovel and a fork to push the food onto the spoon. ta dah!

i love living in this city.

last night i was driving home with a friend coming from a dinner with my best friend and his wife. it was a nice affair overall. i drove my parents car because mine refuses to start due to ignition complications. i never liked driving my parents car because estimating the gas has always been a hard task to me. in my car, i would always know how much gas i can run on until i have to roll myself to the gas station for a fill up. my parent's car is a totally different story.

it didn't seem that it was on empty but it decided to ker-plop in the middle of a major road. yes folks, out of gas and stuck sitting in my car while my hazards were on. i was about to start swearing the world off but an unknown car pulled right infront of me and started flashing it's hazards. thoughts running through my head at that exact moment: oh my god, this is just great. i manage to run out of gas and now i'm going to get robbed at gun point while rhona raskin is on the radio talking about genital herpes. but a teenager came out of the strange car and walked up to my window and asked if i needed any help and/or if i needed to use his cellphone. i told him that, i'd either call bcaa or my dad and he didn't need to worry.

in a world where bitter hatred for fellowman is somehow in the spotlight all the time. it's nice to see that people are still genuinely nice to other people. cue: awwww.

song of the moment: (sung to the tune of the flintstones theme)

simpson, homer simpson
he's the greatest guy in history
from the
town of springfield
he's about to hit a chestnut treeeee

homer simpson, the simpsons

sometimes it takes the smallest things to make me smile.

i'm back from vacation! blogging will ensue at the regularly scheduled sporatic intervals.

i spent a week in sunny san francisco. gallivanting around like i had an unlimited amount of money and without a care in the world. i spent the week hanging around great friends and doing tourist stuff. i returned yesterday. thanks to all the people who took me out and took care of me while i was there.

what did i return to? cloudy skies, dreary weather and rain. a car that won't start. a bathroom clean enough to eat dinner from, only to find out that i can't even find my toothbrush anywhere. you find out that your alarm clock has been reset somewhat last minute. by last minute i mean: an hour after the time you're supposed to wake up. oh yea, allergies are definitely worse here.

but it's good to be back home. and on a totally different note; it's national vegetarian week. go eat a carrot or something.

i'm alive still. really i am.

i'm on vacation right now. where does ritchie go to read a book, play tennis, go to all you can eat sushi and shopping? if you said in vancouver, you all are wrong. if you said san francisco that would be correct. you'd think that i'd actually do the cheaper route and just relax at home?

i'm actually breaking my rules of not blogging right now but i just wanted to make a few announcements to my friends: "hey guys, i'm here in san francisco" and to my family: "hi mom (and dad), i'm still alive." ok off to my fun vacation and non-blogging.