<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849</id><updated>2009-10-16T18:52:03.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky Ninja Rant</title><subtitle type='html'>the semi-tumultuous reflections of the sneaky ninja</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-6523907927327779107</id><published>2008-05-02T09:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T09:48:09.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Ketchup!</title><content type='html'>Did you like the word play in the title? Get it "Ketchup" instead of "Catch up"? Haw Haw... ...Yeah I have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, it's been a while since I've posted anything. Really, I have no reason for not posting anything, except for the fact that I'm lazy. Anyway, it's a real slow morning at work, and since I shouldn't play WoW at work, I decided that I would blog instead. So I repeat: Let's Ketchup. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently been going to a lot of "all you can eat" type restaurants. I think they're great. I always feel like I've somehow managed to cheat the restaurant. Take for example Korean BBQ; my friends and I go there and pay our $15, but we end up sitting and eating for the next 3 hours! Honestly there are times when I think we ate the quantity of an entire cow. Cheating all you can eat restaurants is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So onto another topic: tournaments. I went to one. I didn't do so well. But really that's expected and that's not the part I wanted to talk about. The story I wanted to share was how I was trying to make weight for a lower category. I was cabbage souping it, going to the gym; basically I was really trying. But alas, I failed (the story of my life). Good thing though, was the fact that Mr.Judo was there to coach me into losing the excess 1.1 kilos. He made me wear a t-shirt, underarmour, another t-shirt, a hoody sweater, and two judo gi tops and then he told me to run around these soccer goal posts. After that, he made me do these suicide sprints, and then he made me sit in my car with the heat turned up. Anyway within 45 minutes, I managed to weigh 99.9 kilos and make my weight category. And when all is said and done, we went to Korean BBQ. Anyway, even though I lost the tournament, the fact that I showed up to one made me "earn" my blue belt (even though in my opinion, I'm not all that deserving of it; but really who am I to say so? ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, as previously mentioned, I've been WoWing it up. I should be doing other things, like making wedding invitations, or even drawing. But really who can resist WoW? I know I can't. I just don't have the will power. I'm kidding. I'm actually planning on doing invitations this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought: How gross would it be to make Raccoon skin caps from the road kills on the side of the road? I've been seeing a lot of dead raccoons lately and I feel bad for them. I think they should be memorialized as caps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Highlight of the month: I got a rat tail! The hair style I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that's it for now. I know, its not a very thought provoking blog entry, but really when has anything I've contributed ever been thought provoking? Weird, yes. Thought provoking, hardly ever and very much closer to no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-6523907927327779107?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/6523907927327779107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=6523907927327779107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/6523907927327779107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/6523907927327779107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2008/05/lets-ketchup.html' title='Let&apos;s Ketchup!'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-5203334157706949326</id><published>2008-04-08T08:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:04:45.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollar Dollar Bills Y'all!</title><content type='html'>I've been a very bad man. I've only been working 2 months, and instead of setting my priorities straight (i.e. save money, move out, etc. etc. etc.), I've been spending my hard earned money on frivolous, yet fun, things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within two whole days, I have managed to spend over $500, and to make matters worse, it's been only on two things. I bought a HTC 6800 (a cellphone -- which by the way I need to fully learn how to use) and a Wacom Intuos 3 drawing tablet (which I very much need, to get the portfolio going). So yeah, isn't that crazy? But hey my bills are paid, and I still have enough money for gas this month, so it should be all good right? Right!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think that is going to be all I splurge on. From now on, I will practice self control and I promise to be level headed and think before I spend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Yeah, you fuckers can stop rolling your eyes now. Haw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-5203334157706949326?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/5203334157706949326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=5203334157706949326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/5203334157706949326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/5203334157706949326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2008/04/dollar-dollar-bills-yall.html' title='Dollar Dollar Bills Y&apos;all!'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-7781507530208205315</id><published>2008-04-04T11:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:59:28.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>- I worked out with Mr.Judo and Mr.Sake. I haven't hurt this much since... well... never. Those two are beasts in the gym, them and their chin ups and 30 pound dumb-bells. Ouch! I'm hurting in places I never knew existed on me. But really I need to hurt. I don't think God will answer my prayers of over-the-night abs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I threw out a banana peel in my garbage. I can smell it. Smells kinda funky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was speaking with Mariposa today about our past activities. And I fully said the words "back in our club days". She fully understood what I was saying. Now I know that I've been a member of it for years, but I guess I should send her the commemorative button of the old fogies club. Welcome to your senior years Mariposa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Can't wait for my book logo to be finished. Tall-Guy is doing it up, and if my blog banner is any indication as to what the logo could look like, I'm pretty sure that the book logo will be ridonkulous. Yay Tall-Guy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-7781507530208205315?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/7781507530208205315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=7781507530208205315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/7781507530208205315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/7781507530208205315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-1259361563546224369</id><published>2008-03-31T10:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T10:46:43.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GeekyBack</title><content type='html'>“ I’m bringing geeky back. (Unngh!) &lt;br /&gt;  Pass my puffer; I’m having an asthma attack (Unngh!)&lt;br /&gt;  Walking to my ride at the bicycle rack (Unngh!)&lt;br /&gt;  Toting around my book filled back-pack (Unngh!)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Justin Timberlake would be so proud. I bet if he read this, he’d recruit me to be a writer for his protégés at his new label. NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay in all seriousness, Tall-Guy mentions that I need to update my previous list of “Geek Categories”.  I don’t know why, but he really does seem to have an affinity for that old entry. I think it’s funny that every time I seem to start blogging again, Tall-Guy always tells me to bring up the old entry and either repost or redo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, seeing as how I don’t have much to write about today, I figured ‘Why the hell not?’ Anyway, for entertainment purposes, I’m not going to just ‘copy and paste’ the old entry onto this new blog. I’m actually going to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the old entry in its new form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geek is described as:&lt;br /&gt;1. An unfashionable or socially inept person&lt;br /&gt;2. A person with an eccentric devotion or particular interest, or&lt;br /&gt;3. A carnival performer who does wild or disgusting acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so number 1 can apply to the type of geek I’m thinking of; a definite yes for number 2; but number 3, that is just plain creepy, and makes me wonder do carnivals even exist anymore? Aren’t they very un-P.C.? I mean you wouldn’t go and point and laugh at a bearded lady now would you; and think that it is a perfectly acceptable thing to do? That would be very wrong. Oh whom am I kidding? Yeah you would, and I’d be standing right there beside you… Laughing with you…Pointing with you...At my mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow. But I digress. So onward with the topic at hand: Geeks! Geeks, in my opinion, are those loveable (some of them anyway), quirky, funny, people that are so different from the average Joe that you can’t seem to keep yourself away from them. Now, I don’t know why, but geeks tend to be looked down upon by society. I think it’s primarily because of the fact that their difference and uniqueness are so left field that the normal folks can’t seem to handle the geek’s ferocious exclusivity. Oh well… Their loss. Now on with the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alpha Geeks – In order to explain the type of geek the Alphas are; I shall use an example, i.e. my dad. If we look at him, it’s clear to see that he embodies what an Alpha Geek is. Appearance wise, my father is skinny, where’s glasses, short, wears a comb-over, and still rocks his outfits from the 80’s. Intellect wise, well really, let’s just say that he knows a lot. So if you can picture him in your head, it’s really no wonder how he ended up with a bearded lady. I jest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really being an Alpha is more than just how a geek looks. In a lot of ways, being an alpha is sort of like being a nerd, except with some weirdo quirk qualities. Again, my father is quite smart (nerd) but strictly obsessed with cleaning appliances, slot machines, and polishing his shoes (geek). Hence why he is an Alpha – a nerd with personality. Just like Cheese-Whiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beta Geeks - Beta Geeks are the cuter, younger siblings of the Alphas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe; especially if you have a sibling and they are distinctly Alphas, and you are the cuter and younger sibling. Haw! But really, I consider Betas to be just as smart as Alphas but more socially aware of society’s principles (So they look like normal people, take daily showers, etc. etc.). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the all-around-smart-guys can be found here. Like for example, my buddy Mr.Sake, he’s a very knowledgeable fellow, but at the same time, he’s kinda cool. Mr. Sake has an incredible talent of conversing with people, even with hot chicks. Where I am a stuttering fool, he’s very smooth and can carry on till the cows come home; only problem is he fully can’t (or won’t) take it to the next level because he (or so he says) doesn’t even know what he’s doing. It’s kind of like watching a rocket ship getting ready for blast off, with all the fire, smoke and vibrations in the air, and then it just stops. It leaves you wondering what the heck happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Betas are Alphas, but with more social know-how (of sorts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jock Geek – Do you remember in high school during lunchtime when you can basically label what table belonged to what clique? I do.  I distinctly remember my table, THE GEEK TABLE being situated right beside the special-ed students because no one else wanted to sit beside them. Oh the sweet memories… &lt;sniff, sniff&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was I getting at? Oh yes. I have another buddy, Tall-Paul, who could basically travel between the jock table and ours. Why? It’s because he is a Jock Geek-- an exceptionally intelligent (he’s an engineer now) person, who is athletically inclined (he played baseball, and golf). But don’t get me wrong, Jock Geeks do more than just play sports, they actually know the sport. It’s what separates the Meatheads from the Jock Geeks. Jock Geeks are basically the ones who read up on athlete stats, the sport section, and watch sport programs. They know the sports to a T. They’re almost as good as Wikipedia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art Geeks – So what’s the difference between Monet and Manet?  What about chardonnay or pinot grigiot? Bachata and merengue? Oh, you don’t know? Damn! You need to get some culture in you – hang out with an Art Geek!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve all come across these guys at some point in our lives, and the thing about it is, once you’ve seen one, you immediately know that they’re Art Geeks. Art Geeks, like cheese, come in a variety of flavours. From Drama Divas, to Couture Chefs, to Pencil/Paint Pushers to Musical Masters to Dancing Daredevils -- all these Art Geeks are impassioned about their chosen forms. And just like the Jock Geeks, they can practically name the masters of their chosen field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing about this group is the fact that slowly but surely, they are going extinct. It seems that although not everyone can draw, sing or create; give them the computer and they become artists. So a note to remember: It takes raw talent to be an Art Geek; you don’t become one, but rather, you are born one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Geeks – When I say the word “Wow”, what comes to mind? Do you think of the expression for excitement or surprise? Or do you think of the world-dominating role-playing video game otherwise known as ‘World of Warcraft’? If it’s the latter, then it’s quite possible that you are a Tech Geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Geeks, just as the name states, are into technology – all aspects of it. From computers to machines, software to hardware, Tech Geeks inhale and live by these things. The funny thing about these Tech Geeks is that they seem to congregate in certain places all the time. And we don’t even see it happening. Take for example, Best Buy. That place only hires Tech Geeks. And have you ever seen when Tech Geeks meet each other? It’s like someone threw a grenade into a room full of babies. The result is an utter mess that only the guilty parties involved would enjoy. I have a few friends who are very much Tech Geeks. When they get started on their usual talk of computers, I have to make sure that I am not in the vicinity. The talk first starts off slow and quiet, and then excitement takes over and the Tech Geeks are basically yelling at each other debating who has a better operating system, Mac or Microsoft? It’s basically a pissing contest. Except without the exposure of genitalia or the wetness involved with peeing. So it’s sort of a good thing. Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobby Geeks – Have you ever met a person who has a room in their house dedicated to scrap booking? (Yes. I said scrap booking.) No? Well I have. And they’re nuts! Not in a crazy I’m-gonna-rape-you-through-your-eye-socket-crazy, but rather they are so into their hobby, their whole entire life has been taking over by it. I was once a Hobby-Geek; I collected crazy amounts of comic books and I would haul them with me everywhere I’d go. I couldn’t leave them at home. I was like the parent and the comic books were my newly born babies. It was sad, at one point in my life, I decided that the comic books were far more important than the lives of my family. If there was a fire, the comic books would be saved and my parents left to burn.  Anyway I eventually stopped collecting the books. They were getting more and more expensive and I couldn’t afford them anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Geeks – These geeks are sometimes called “cinephiles”, but I don’t really enjoy using that word since it sounds dirty and wrong. Basically these types of geeks are into theatre and film. (Don’t get them confused with the Drama Divas mentioned in the Art Geek section, because they are completely different – although Drama Divas, could as well have a small percentage of being a Movie Geek or vice-versa. Example: Quentin Tarantino). When I say Movie Geek, I’m referring to the Roger Eberts of this world. They’re not necessarily actors or directors but they are in the business of theatre and film and these people know their shit. They can recall on certain films and explain to you the symbolism of that one certain scene, how it reflected what is going on in the director’s mind or give you the back-story involved in the production of the film or play. I like talking to Movie Geeks, I think they’re full of random unimportant facts! And that’s the best kind! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky Geeks - Hmm… I’m trying to find ways to describe this one without getting too vulgar and dirty. Unless of course you’re into that; then you should definitely give me a call. Especially if you’re a hot sexy librarian type chick, who is all mature and intelligent, but once the glasses comes off, you turn into a voracious, hungry and wild love making machine. Oooooh yeah.  Definitely give me a call. (I’m a creeper!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Freaky Geeks. “The name says it all”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that’s all I got for now. I’m sure that there’s a lot more out there, but this entry is kinda getting ridonculously long. Maybe I’ll continue it at another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cheers for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: May 25 is Geek Day in Spain! They should definitely do that in Canada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-1259361563546224369?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/1259361563546224369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=1259361563546224369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/1259361563546224369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/1259361563546224369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2008/03/geekyback.html' title='GeekyBack'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-7469296566316903771</id><published>2008-03-25T14:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:37:47.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Like anyone cares, but I've posted up some drawings on my art blog sneakyfierce.blogspot.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-7469296566316903771?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/7469296566316903771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=7469296566316903771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/7469296566316903771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/7469296566316903771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2008/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-4547751102498795811</id><published>2008-03-25T08:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T09:17:15.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I was listening to the radio today, and a topic about male and female roles in relationships was brought up. They mentioned how a recent study has concluded that relationships tend to last longer when the female is considered better looking than that of her male counterpart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True or False? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, their discussions tend to lean towards the former; explaining how men who are "uglier" treat their "prettier" girlfriends better, due to the fact that they have to hold onto them for dear life. While on the other hand, "pretty boys" tend to love themselves a lot, and therefore do not show as much attention, nor affections to their  "ugly" girlfriends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hearing their explanation was like hearing a divine revelation. It fully explained why me and Voldemort fully broke up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was because I was too damn pretty, and she couldn't handle all this goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I am such a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-4547751102498795811?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/4547751102498795811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=4547751102498795811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/4547751102498795811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/4547751102498795811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-random-thoughts.html' title='More Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-2584397543520826690</id><published>2008-03-24T15:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T16:17:51.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook thoughts</title><content type='html'>So I was creeping around facebook today, looking at random people's profile pictures and began passing judgement on what kind of people they were in real life. I saw pictures of girls drinking and partying (Sluts); guys drinking and partying (Alcoholics); Old people (Mid-life crisis); Ugly baby pictures (Delusional new parents); etc. etc. So this got me thinking, I'm sure that I'm not the only one out there who "facebook-creeps", so if people were to come across my profile picture what would they think of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I have a picture of Homer Simpson. In the past I've had pictures of Spiderman and various images of ninjas. Does that scream "Immature Fanboy"? What about "Lonely-Fat-Dude-Who-Wants-To-Live-His-Life-As-A-Comic-Book-Super-Villain"? Wow. If I'm coming up with these things, then I'm pretty sure others are as well. Oh well, can't run from the truth now can we? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nope, you can't. But I'm sure if my web cartridges are full, I can swing away from it into the city nightscape).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haw Haw Haw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-2584397543520826690?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/2584397543520826690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=2584397543520826690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/2584397543520826690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/2584397543520826690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2008/03/facebook-thoughts.html' title='Facebook thoughts'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-940267244133800071</id><published>2008-03-20T13:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:18:23.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew!</title><content type='html'>Wow. Has it really been a week since I last posted? Time sure does fly! I guess that's what happens when you get old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of getting old, (great segway no?), A few of us (okay not so few -- 16 to be exact), celebrated Chi's 26th birthday at Blurr Nightclub, and had an amazing time! $3 drinks all night? Yep I was plastered. In addition, it was good to know that albeit the ol' party crew doesn't go out as much anymore, when the occasion rises, we can still boogie down with the best of them. Of course, recuperation time seems to have increased. Ain't that right Mariposa? LOL. Anyway, thanks to the "Deeper Backsteps" for stepping up and joining the ol' party crew to celebrate. Chi had lots of fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RcEPMFVPBSQ/R-KdtbG3ouI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8FC2mPwUNgw/s1600-h/n122608949_35248737_1987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RcEPMFVPBSQ/R-KdtbG3ouI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8FC2mPwUNgw/s320/n122608949_35248737_1987.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179875925125735138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcEPMFVPBSQ/R-KdtrG3ovI/AAAAAAAAABE/uiK2RebEb3Y/s1600-h/n122608949_35248787_2776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcEPMFVPBSQ/R-KdtrG3ovI/AAAAAAAAABE/uiK2RebEb3Y/s320/n122608949_35248787_2776.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179875929420702450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcEPMFVPBSQ/R-Kdt7G3owI/AAAAAAAAABM/C5DR1Atzwv4/s1600-h/s122608949_35248742_2133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcEPMFVPBSQ/R-Kdt7G3owI/AAAAAAAAABM/C5DR1Atzwv4/s320/s122608949_35248742_2133.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179875933715669762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcEPMFVPBSQ/R-KduLG3oxI/AAAAAAAAABU/ta6yuxKP29g/s1600-h/n122608949_35249273_2316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcEPMFVPBSQ/R-KduLG3oxI/AAAAAAAAABU/ta6yuxKP29g/s320/n122608949_35249273_2316.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179875938010637074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcEPMFVPBSQ/R-KduLG3oyI/AAAAAAAAABc/vSdfLdUDtc4/s1600-h/n122608949_35248779_9421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcEPMFVPBSQ/R-KduLG3oyI/AAAAAAAAABc/vSdfLdUDtc4/s320/n122608949_35248779_9421.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179875938010637090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-940267244133800071?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/940267244133800071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=940267244133800071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/940267244133800071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/940267244133800071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2008/03/phew.html' title='Phew!'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RcEPMFVPBSQ/R-KdtbG3ouI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8FC2mPwUNgw/s72-c/n122608949_35248737_1987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-4800898394298743042</id><published>2008-03-13T11:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T13:32:14.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the Boss</title><content type='html'>No, I did not get a promotion and yes, the title is a little misleading. But it was my intention to make it so, so there. Actually the idea of it was originally thought up by my friend Tall-Guy. The reason being is that I am currently in the midst of planning my sister's birthday party, and I was sharing with him the plans I have made up and also the stresses involved with it; particularly me becoming a major ass-hole towards everyone who will try and ruin the show. Of course, Tall-Guy replies that I am normally an ass-hole, except this time I have a reason to be. He adds that it takes a certain person to get things going and to make sure things are done. He finally concluded that I have the right type of personality to do so. Isn't Tall-Guy great? He insults me through a compliment. Anyway albeit planning lively events are tiresome and stressful, it does feel nice if and when things work out. I only wish I got paid for this shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-4800898394298743042?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/4800898394298743042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=4800898394298743042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/4800898394298743042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/4800898394298743042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-boss.html' title='I&apos;m the Boss'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-6463288617923347197</id><published>2008-03-10T16:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T16:18:56.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My wishes... ...The quasi-normal ones.</title><content type='html'>So today I’ve decided to compile a list of things I want. There’s no real point to this entry. It’s nowhere close to my birthday or anything. I’m just trying to kill time and basically want to create a list that I can print off in the future to make it easier for people to buy stuff for me should they feel inclined to do so (yeah right)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…sometimes, it’s just nice to dream about things you’ll never be able to get. Anyway here is the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) The Art of Final Fantasy IX &lt;/strong&gt;(see. www.amazon.com)&lt;br /&gt;By: Dan Birlew&lt;br /&gt;Publisher: BRADY GAMES; 1 edition (December 8, 2000) &lt;br /&gt;- It’s a concept art book. A great motivator for me to pick up a pencil, as well, it’s a great resource book &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) Cintiq 12XW  &lt;/strong&gt;(see www.wacom.com)&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah I know I’m dreaming. But it would be so nice to have—then I can ink my own work digitally. HOW FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) Samurai Armour &lt;/strong&gt;(see www.japanese-armor.com)&lt;br /&gt;- Okay I will take the “Last Samurai” Reproduction Armor…or the Black Okegawa Reproduction Armor. They only range around the $5000 mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.) Ninja Outfit &lt;/strong&gt;(see www.realninjacostumes.com)  &lt;br /&gt;- On the days when I don’t want to be a samurai. I will be a ninja. Best of both worlds I say. Oh and choose the deluxe package please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.) Bo Staff &lt;/strong&gt;(www.karatedepot.com)&lt;br /&gt;- Favourite Ninja Turtle? Donatello. Favourite Power Ranger? Blue. Why? Because they were geniuses &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; they had bo-staffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.) An Acura RSX &lt;/strong&gt;(see your local Acura/Honda dealer)&lt;br /&gt;- I don’t know why, but I think they’re fun to look at. It’s just I want to look from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is about all that I want. Well, don’t get me wrong. I do like other things, but those other things seem to be more attainable than those of the ones I’ve listed, so really there’s no point in putting them on the wish list if I can easily just grab them for myself right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-6463288617923347197?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/6463288617923347197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=6463288617923347197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/6463288617923347197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/6463288617923347197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-wishes-quasi-normal-ones.html' title='My wishes... ...The quasi-normal ones.'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-443279743780525112</id><published>2008-03-07T14:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T16:14:31.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Timmy Ho's</title><content type='html'>I just came back from Tim Horton's, and I must say that I wreak. I don't know how being in there for five minutes can make me smell like day old brewed coffee. I mean, used to work for a Timmy's and I don't ever remember smelling this bad when I got home. I am never ever going back there again. Starting tomorrow. I did win a free donut. That "Roll up the Rim" is fantastic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-443279743780525112?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/443279743780525112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=443279743780525112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/443279743780525112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/443279743780525112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2008/03/timmy-hos.html' title='Timmy Ho&apos;s'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-3055581020907659711</id><published>2008-03-06T16:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:46:15.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Epiphany</title><content type='html'>Today &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; came to me. Angels sang a little ditty in my ear. They were singing a song, a song of truth, a song strictly for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share the message with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter, Peter, Young and Able,&lt;br /&gt;Get your elbows off the table&lt;br /&gt;Get on your feet,&lt;br /&gt;And March to the beat,&lt;br /&gt;Just Follow your Heart&lt;br /&gt;To The World Of Art...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I will. But I'm gonna start tomorrow. Night. After Korean BBQ. Too bad angels didn't have a song for procrastination. I think it might've helped. Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-3055581020907659711?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/3055581020907659711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=3055581020907659711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/3055581020907659711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/3055581020907659711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2008/03/divine-epiphany.html' title='Divine Epiphany'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-8985253553540778557</id><published>2008-02-29T15:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T17:02:35.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Thoughts</title><content type='html'>So I decided to re-read some of the old blogs that I used to visit. One of them in particular is my sister's old one (fuzzypicci.blogspot.com), and she had an entry where she chronicled her thoughts, listing them from one to one-hundred. So after reading it, I decided that I should do that same thing so I can show you just how dumb I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can hear my boss talking.&lt;br /&gt;2. I hope my typing doesn't bother him. He's on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;3. I need a quieter keyboard. It makes way too much clackity-clack-clack noises.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm hungry&lt;br /&gt;5. That's not unusual.&lt;br /&gt;6. I hope I spelled that word properly.&lt;br /&gt;7. I hate it when I reread and entry and find all these spelling mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't want people to think that I don't know how to spell.&lt;br /&gt;9. Because I can. And I'm pretty good at it.&lt;br /&gt;10. I just suck at typing.&lt;br /&gt;11. I always press the wrong button.&lt;br /&gt;12. I'm actually doing this to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;13. I havn't done anything productive today.&lt;br /&gt;14. I'm scared that they are going to fire me.&lt;br /&gt;15. That would suck.&lt;br /&gt;16. I like what they pay.&lt;br /&gt;17. I don't want to be poor.&lt;br /&gt;18. But I do like sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;19. I miss sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;20. I think we need to get a nap room.&lt;br /&gt;21. Surprisingly, I didn't want to nap today.&lt;br /&gt;22. I think it's because I overslept this morning.&lt;br /&gt;23. Instead of waking up at six o'clock, I woke up at six-thirty.&lt;br /&gt;24. I wish I could remember the rules about writing numbers.&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you spell them out if it's less than a hundred?&lt;br /&gt;26. I don't know. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;27. People are msning me.&lt;br /&gt;28. Do I answer them?&lt;br /&gt;29. I think I'll tell them "brb" and not.&lt;br /&gt;30. Ha! I'm funny.&lt;br /&gt;31. Oh goody, my boss is leaving early.&lt;br /&gt;32. You know what? He always leaves early on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;33. He's smart.&lt;br /&gt;34. But I can't leave early.&lt;br /&gt;35. I'm goign to Korean BBQ tonight.&lt;br /&gt;36. Tonight is also Bobert's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;37. He's turning 28.&lt;br /&gt;38. Which means the whole gang is turning 28.&lt;br /&gt;39. Which means I'M TURNING 28.&lt;br /&gt;40. Which means that I'm getting old.&lt;br /&gt;41. Which means that I will die soon.&lt;br /&gt;42. I hope people cry when I die.&lt;br /&gt;43. And I hope people will say good things about me.&lt;br /&gt;44. Like I'm funny. &lt;br /&gt;45. And that I was the best ninja ever.&lt;br /&gt;46. I wish I could find a cure for this cough.&lt;br /&gt;47. I think I've had it for the last 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;48. Maybe it's a lung infection&lt;br /&gt;49. I can feel the phlegm coating my throat and chest.&lt;br /&gt;50. Kinda gross eh?&lt;br /&gt;51. I think that that's what people will say about me.&lt;br /&gt;52. That I'm gross.&lt;br /&gt;53. They'll probably make up shit too.&lt;br /&gt;54. Like I eat placenta or something.&lt;br /&gt;55. I wonder what placenta tastes like.&lt;br /&gt;56. I hear it's rich in nutrients.&lt;br /&gt;57. Did you know animals eat their after-births?&lt;br /&gt;58. I bet it tastes just like liver.&lt;br /&gt;59. Well I eat liver.&lt;br /&gt;60. It goes great with onions and soy sauce.&lt;br /&gt;61. You think placentas goes great with onions and soysauce?&lt;br /&gt;62. I wanna try a piece of it.&lt;br /&gt;63. You think I order it at Loblaws?&lt;br /&gt;64. I wonder what the people will think if I did?&lt;br /&gt;65. God I'm so gross.&lt;br /&gt;66. Yes it's decided, that's definitely what people will say about me.&lt;br /&gt;67. "Peter was a good guy. A great artist, and one of the most DISGUSTING humans on this planet. NO. Seriously, he can carry on about eating placentas. WHO DOES THAT?"&lt;br /&gt;68. I hope Dane Cook says it.&lt;br /&gt;69. I don't know him.&lt;br /&gt;70. And he doesn't know me.&lt;br /&gt;71. But I think he can go on and rant about it, and make jokes.&lt;br /&gt;72. Then people would laugh.&lt;br /&gt;73. I should make friends with Dane Cook.&lt;br /&gt;74. Then maybe he'll lend me money.&lt;br /&gt;75. And help me pay for O.S.A.P.&lt;br /&gt;76. I decided to create a new blog today.&lt;br /&gt;77. One for my art.&lt;br /&gt;78. Strictly for my art.&lt;br /&gt;79. But I haven't started yet.&lt;br /&gt;80. I will though.&lt;br /&gt;81. It sucks being a procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;82. Well no, not really.&lt;br /&gt;83. It keeps things exciting.&lt;br /&gt;84. Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;85. I wish life could be more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;86. But it's not.&lt;br /&gt;87. But it'd be cool if it were.&lt;br /&gt;88. It'd be cool too if I was a billionnaire.&lt;br /&gt;89. Then I'd go to school all the time.&lt;br /&gt;90. And collect diplomas.&lt;br /&gt;91. I'd hang them on my wall.&lt;br /&gt;92. Next to my wall of weapons.&lt;br /&gt;93. And then I'd stare at them.&lt;br /&gt;94. And then smile.&lt;br /&gt;95. And then sigh.&lt;br /&gt;96. Wipe the tear off my face.&lt;br /&gt;97. And then shake my head in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;98. About how awesome it is to be a billionnaire.&lt;br /&gt;99. But I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;100. That sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-8985253553540778557?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/8985253553540778557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=8985253553540778557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/8985253553540778557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/8985253553540778557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2008/02/100-thoughts.html' title='100 Thoughts'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-6282245927187730694</id><published>2008-02-27T16:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:36:58.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back.</title><content type='html'>It's been a while, in fact, it's been a real long while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's catch up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'd like to say that I have finally found "real" employment. I'm currently in my third week of being a "proposal and marketing assistant" within a security software company. I can't say a lot about the work though. I haven't really done much, plus everything is all hush hush. But what I can say is that it's a new position and so things are still being figured out. Anyway, the amount of work is slowly picking up, but hopefully things won't be too hectic. The only downfall about this job is that I no longer get to sleep in. There are times throughout the day when all I can think about is my bed. But this Friday is pay-day, so I'm hoping that once I see my bank account, it will keep me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I've lost 15 to 20 pounds. There was a judo tournament that I took part in a few weeks prior to me getting my job. It was my first tournament, and so I wanted to be ready for it. I was hitting the gym 5 days a week. I had a goal of dropping a weight category, needless to say, I missed my goal by 0.6 kilos and had to fight the big boys. I placed 4th. I wanted to cry. Albeit, I've sorta-quasi continued with my fitness regime (hitting the gym 3 times a week instead of 5), and I'm now sitting in -100 kilos (the weight category that I wanted to be in), thus, if another tournament were to come up and I decide to partake in it, I then wouldn't have to fight the big guys. Tee hee. I still look chunky though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I've been sketching/drawing again. I'm taking advantage of the periods at work that are slow and boring, and utilizing that time to get some sketches done. I'm really going to hit up the comic conventions this year. I need to. It's time to really go for the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it. Life is really busy at the moment. New things are happening and developing. So really, I can't complain... ...knowing me though, complaining is just one of the things I do best. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-6282245927187730694?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/6282245927187730694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=6282245927187730694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/6282245927187730694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/6282245927187730694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back.'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-7709002016555171776</id><published>2007-09-17T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T00:18:11.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Career Change?</title><content type='html'>I have been looking for a full time job for a while now, and still my efforts have been  fruitless. In fact, this lack of activity has made me somewhat forget some of the skills that I have learned in school. Honestly there are times when I struggle to work some of the simplest tasks on the most basic of computer applications. This situation has made me somewhat frazzled and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albeit, apart from my morning ritual of handing out resumes, I have been spending a good part of my time doing a lot of the housekeeping duties; and all of this has made me start to think that maybe I could forget everything that I have learned and devote my time into developing myself into a "househusband". When you think about it, being a  "domestic engineer" is kind of simple. All one really needs is good time management.    It's sorta like being an administrative assistant to your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought this topic up to Tall Guy and he completely agrees. We both agreed that there is nothing to it. It's just like going to work. You have your routine and set tasks you perform, but it's in the comfort of your own space, and you can do it on your own time.  See? It's all good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only problem is, I sorta need a rich wife, who will be completely happy with her man staying home to do all the cleaning, cooking and raising of the kids... And that there could be harder to find than the Nine-to-Fiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the resumes it is then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-7709002016555171776?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/7709002016555171776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=7709002016555171776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/7709002016555171776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/7709002016555171776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-career-change.html' title='New Career Change?'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-9075107214154428894</id><published>2007-09-16T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T15:37:02.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Room from Hell...</title><content type='html'>Today I decided to clean my room...again. This activity has become a bi-monthly ordeal  for me and I still don't understand why I always seem to find myself in this predicament every 2 weeks. Seriously I'm thinking that I should just throw everything out and begin a "zen" philosophy when it comes to my bedroom. Maybe less will become more. I should probably just have my bed, my desk and carpet in the room... and not use any of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I like my shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although what I probably should get rid of is my younger brother. Sharing a room with someone who just dumps shit on the floor probably doesn't help the situation. But really I blame him. I do it too on occasion, and I guess the old saying "Monkey see, monkey do" applies. Meh. Okay well I've procrastinated enough... So I guess I should just hop to it then.\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-9075107214154428894?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/9075107214154428894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=9075107214154428894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/9075107214154428894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/9075107214154428894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2007/09/room-from-hell.html' title='The Room from Hell...'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-2668967749919136593</id><published>2007-09-12T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T13:24:28.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Conversation: Reference List.</title><content type='html'>So I was helping out Mr.Judo with his resume homework for school. He asked if he could use me as a contact for his reference list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know why but I suddenly went into a pretend conversation about what I would say should an employer call me up. Honestly, I am so dumb sometimes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ring&gt; &lt;ring&gt; &lt;ring&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (M): Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Employer (E): Yes, Hi. Is this Mr. Elas... Elas... Elasee...Elaseeegooo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: No. But it's close enough. How may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh I'm calling regards to a Mr. Judo? He put you down as one of his references.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Oh him... Let me tell you something about him. I HATE HIM. That man ruined my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Ruined your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Yeah, I hired him. And that man was too good. I dunno, he quickly got his shit together and became the star employee of the company. He made me look bad man, and I trained that fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: So he's a good worker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: No, not good. He was excellent. My wife left me for him. And the sad part about it was I couldn't even get upset about it. He was that good. Honestly, if he swung the other way, I think I would have left her for him. Yeah, Mr.Judo was that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Okay... well thank you for your time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: yeah no problem man.... &lt;SOB&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the conversation I had with myself. Of Course Mr.Judo was just looking at me shaking his head. Anyway, this made me start thinking that I should be on everyone's reference list. I think I would be the most awesomest reference contact EVER!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-2668967749919136593?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/2668967749919136593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=2668967749919136593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/2668967749919136593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/2668967749919136593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-conversation-reference-list.html' title='Random Conversation: Reference List.'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-943672054912947637</id><published>2007-09-12T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T13:07:09.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Conversation: Christ's Cookies.</title><content type='html'>Late Monday Night Mr.Judo and I decided to walk to McDonald's for some exercise (anyone see the irony in this?), and upon reaching the counter we were told (apologetically) that they did not have certain items (certain maintenance duties on some of their machines had to be performed). So Mr.Judo and I proceeded to order anyway and much to our delight one of the items that were "out of stock" were their french fries (weird huh?) So to "alleviate" our disappointment, we were given a bag of their cookies instead (haw haw! victory!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we were eating our order (he had a Chicken Ranch Salad, and I had a Filet-O-Fish) and as I engaged myself in the consumption of the cookies, I had a random idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME (M): Yo, I think the church should give away these cookies instead of those stale hosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR.JUDO (MJ): Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: No seriously think about it. The church wouldn't have any more problems regarding people's attendance and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ: Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: And plus, there you are in line the priest would say "cookies of christ", to which you would reply "with milk please!" and then you'd take it and line up again for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ: You're fucked in the head dude... ...Can I have some?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Cookies of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ: With Milk Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. Is that an awesome idea or what? I should definitely write a letter to the pope. I think he's think that this idea was pure genius, and that I'm surely going to hell with all of this mumbo-jumbo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-943672054912947637?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/943672054912947637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=943672054912947637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/943672054912947637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/943672054912947637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-conversation-christs-cookies.html' title='Random Conversation: Christ&apos;s Cookies.'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-434753187689149103</id><published>2007-08-16T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T17:45:47.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back... Yay.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been writing for a while now. I have to say it's because I've been super lazy. Plus the fact that life as of now has been rather uneventful. Don't get me wrong, other people's lives have been exciting and since I know them, their life's excitement has somewhat been filtered onto mine and so my life seems busy, but really it's only by a default; and thus if I didn't know them then my life's suckiness would be more apparent. You dig? (Because it totally makes sense to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'll share to you what the filtered down excitement has been all about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Weddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. My friend Cher-Bear is getting married this weekend. She's been preparing for it for a whole year now and has been all stressed out about it that she's been having really bad pooping problems as of late. Well, it'll be all over soon and she can finally start eating cheese again. Hee Hee. Anyhoo I'm really looking forward to the wedding because  I feel that you just can't have too many weddings. Plus I think it's open bar. Haw haw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. My sister got engaged! (FINALLY). She's been moaning about it for the last 2 years and so now she can stop. (THANK THE LORD). Anyway, I've been recruited to create all of her "wedding stationery" (ie. invitations, reply cards, menus, place holders, etc.) I'm looking forward to it. I think it'll be fun. Plus, I've asked a couple of friends to help me out, which means that I get to boss people around. Haw haw. But honestly, I need to start saving up for this wedding, I sorta made promises about helping pay for her open bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Conventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I made the decision to pursue my childhood dream. I keep telling myself that I WILL become a comic book artist, and that since school is finally out of the way, I can finally go ahead and put forth all my energy into making this dream a reality. so that means that I will need to go to as many conventions as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently went to the big one in Chicago. It was okay. The responses I received about my portfolio was alright. I didn't get any jobs, but I was told that I had potential, which by the way, I am very sick of hearing. So I'm using that to fuel my flames of wanting of sorts. The next big one will be in Toronto. I hear Marvel is recruiting worldwide. Maybe they can see past the "potential" and actually give me a book. And I swear to God, if that did happen, it will be better than an extremely intense wet dream. HAW HAW! But The Toronto Comicon is drawing close and so I really need to get into gear and show them that the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Pocabumtas and Fellatio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently made friends with these two chicks. I'll give them the names Pocabumtas and Fellatio. I'm sure when they hear that I'm writing about them in this way they'll make me change the names. But until then the names stick. Anyhoo-ha, they're pretty funny. They're sorta like the female versions of me and Mr.Judo. So really you can just imagine what the conversations are like: funny, intelligent and of course perverted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for now. I was going to add a part her about the movies I've seen this summer, but I think that should be a different entry on it's own. I mean I have seen a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until next time, bye mofos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-434753187689149103?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/434753187689149103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=434753187689149103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/434753187689149103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/434753187689149103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-back-yay.html' title='I&apos;m Back... Yay.'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-7395450238370084780</id><published>2007-06-18T19:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T20:19:31.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a bum... ...A professional bum.</title><content type='html'>Oy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a post-graduate rut. I don't know if it's because the design industry is slow this season (I'm hoping), but I can't seem to find a place to hire me, much less give me an interview, and to make matters worse, the motivation I had in the beginning to find employment has been slowly dwindling to a nil. I have become bored with the whole process. And to top it off, my graduation is this Friday and we all know what kind of conversation will take place in that sort of event. Everyone will be wanting to know what I have been up to, to which I will simply respond, "I'm a bum". My life is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my current state, I have found ways to entertain myself. Apart from the usual activities of watching Rogers On Demand movies; laying out comic book pages; redoing the portfolio; finding recipes on the internet; or hanging out with friends playing World of Warcraft; I have been talking to my reflection in the mirror practicing interview responses. Now you might be thinking that it is a wise thing for me to do, to practice answers for interview questions, but the sad thing about it is the interviews I run through my head are not employment-seeking related. In fact, these interview scenarios involve me pretending to be a rock star and speaking with an rough English accent, and not even a Londoner accent, but rather an accent from Leeds. The silly thing about it is, I don't even know what a person from Leeds sounds like, but I always imagine it to be something between Shrek and Melanie Chisholm of the Spice Girls. In all seriousness though, I think I've come close to perfecting it. Tee Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I have also found my new drug. Gone are the hours I used to spend on Facebook only to be replaced by the hours I now spend on World Of Warcraft. It really is quite debilitating to my beauty sleep. It's like getting over cocaine and then finding Crystal meth. I think I need to find a support group for people with addictive personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo-ha, if you are reading this (all 2 of you) and you might have some idea as to where I can look for a "real"job, help out this wannabe-rockstar-from-Leeds. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-7395450238370084780?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/7395450238370084780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=7395450238370084780' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/7395450238370084780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/7395450238370084780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-bum-professional-bum.html' title='I&apos;m a bum... ...A professional bum.'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-6369232021730416296</id><published>2007-06-10T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T11:25:44.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I may be old...</title><content type='html'>This past Friday I was supposed to go to Toronto for a little get together with a couple of friends of mine. Now, seeing as how the weather turned for the worse, the party host decided to cancel the little shindig and call it a night. Since I had already gotten ready, I felt that it was a waste of time to just stay in. So my friend from work "Donkey" and I decided to just stay local and party here instead. We decided to go to this old club called "Lava". Needless to say it was the worst decision in my life. Firstly, they didn't even ask for my I.D. Which means I'm starting to look my age. Secondly, upon entering you can immediately tell as to why they didn't ask for my I.D. Everyone in the place was basically 8 years younger than me. It made me sad. Anyway, we decided to make the most of it and just do what we usually do: watch and make fun of people. Donkey and I watched the little youngins dance, needless to say, they purely could not. This made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of the story is: These hips may be old, but these hips don't lie. I can still outdance all you little fuckers out there... ...just remind me to bring my oxygen tank and wheelchair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-6369232021730416296?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/6369232021730416296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=6369232021730416296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/6369232021730416296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/6369232021730416296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-may-be-old.html' title='I may be old...'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-7902043259634704889</id><published>2007-05-24T14:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T14:34:02.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tall Guy is the bomb.</title><content type='html'>Tall guy gave me the new banner. I think it's beautiful and dangerous. Thanks Tall Guy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-7902043259634704889?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/7902043259634704889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=7902043259634704889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/7902043259634704889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/7902043259634704889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2007/05/tall-guy-is-bomb.html' title='Tall Guy is the bomb.'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-1824321102908187126</id><published>2007-05-23T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:35:40.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Home.</title><content type='html'>For a long while now I have been blogging about how I am going to Japan. Well, things have changed. I wasn't really thinking about how it would affect me, rather I was thinking about what a great adventure it would've been. The truth is, as much as an experience it was going to be, the trip wouldn't really serve me any purpose; in fact, it would only prolong the inevitable: me getting my life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan would have been an awesome experience. I would have been able to see and do things that I have been fantasizing about since I first watched Ranma 1/2 oh so many years ago. And don't get me wrong, I would've certainly gone through with this plan if it were to have come up two, three years ago, when I was younger, when the pressure of moving on in life wasn't so strong. I'm turning twenty-seven this year. If I were to go for Japan, I would be coming back just shy of twenty-eight, and then what?  Start life then? Move back into my parents house after living on my own in a foreign land for a year? Go through the arduous task of finding a job then? I can't do that, I can't wait that long. Besides, Japan will always be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-1824321102908187126?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/1824321102908187126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=1824321102908187126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/1824321102908187126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/1824321102908187126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2007/05/staying-home.html' title='Staying Home.'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-5350962778357823030</id><published>2007-05-15T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T15:19:18.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean Food and Karaoke</title><content type='html'>Mr.Judo celebrated his 23rd birthday over the past weekend. He took a different approach from the usual routine of pre-drinking and clubbing; we instead went and had Korean BBQ and then sang some karaoke. It was a pretty fun night, albeit there were are a few things that would definitely need to change if there will be another karaoke outing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Firstly, Mr. Judo's little brother, Male-Model, is no-longer allowed to hog the microphone. Everyone knows that he likes the attention, but in all honestly the attention he's bringing onto himself is not a nice one. Plus he's loud enough as it is, so it is not necessary to have an instument of vocal amplification anywhere close to his mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Secondly, If you say that you will sing the song, then sing the friggin song. I really hated the fact that people there were saying how they would sing a song and when handed the mic they immediately chicken out. It was a waste of time and honestly you just end up looking like a ginormous wiener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lastly, I need to drink. I'm kind of getting sick of the whole Designated Driver thing. I think I've pulled enough DD shifts that someone else should definitely step up to the plate and say: Yeah I'll be sober tonight, I'll be DD. Which also leads to another thought. Why would you go to a party without a plan as to how you're going home? It's rude to have to rely on other people to drive your ass. Because of you and your stupidity I had to stay sober and drive the extra car home. I hate you. (Yes, I'm bitter about staying sober that night.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still (sorta) had fun. Real happy that they managed to pull our some R&amp;B songs by the end of it. I was at least able to get my Whitney on.  8S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-5350962778357823030?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/5350962778357823030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=5350962778357823030' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/5350962778357823030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/5350962778357823030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2007/05/korean-food-and-karaoke.html' title='Korean Food and Karaoke'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38901849.post-7192410514460892507</id><published>2007-05-11T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T15:36:43.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrical genius (NOT!)</title><content type='html'>As I walked to my office from the subway station, Fergie's song "Fergalicious" was playing on my mp3 player. While I was listening to it, I suddenly had the urge to redo the song. So today instead of just facebooking my face off, I reworked the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;So now I present my version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peterlicious&lt;br /&gt;(sung/rapped in the tune of Fergie's "Fergalicious")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four, tres, two , uno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Intro]&lt;br /&gt;Listen up y'all, cause this is it&lt;br /&gt;The beat that I'm banging is delicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse One]&lt;br /&gt;Peterlicious definitely wanna eat some tacos,&lt;br /&gt;Hold the cheese please, cuz this boy is crazy 'llergic to the lactose.&lt;br /&gt;Add some lettuce, and some hot sauce,&lt;br /&gt;Some green peppers and some spices,&lt;br /&gt;Pile on the beef or some chicken&lt;br /&gt;Cuz that's the way he eats 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook One]&lt;br /&gt;Peterlicious (So delicious)&lt;br /&gt;Dun make food that be tasteless&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that's ficticious,&lt;br /&gt;Then come and taste my dishes&lt;br /&gt;Filled with goodness (mmmwahhh)&lt;br /&gt;I "Yan Can Cook" on wok wok&lt;br /&gt;I be preparing up the duck; recipe from Bangkok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;So delicious (it's hot hot)&lt;br /&gt;So nutritious (I "Yan Can Cook' with wok wok)&lt;br /&gt;So delicious (They wanna taste what I got)&lt;br /&gt;Peterlicious (t-t-t-t-t-tasty tasty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;Peterlicious def-&lt;br /&gt;Peterlicious def-&lt;br /&gt;Peterlicious def- ("def" is echoing)&lt;br /&gt;Peterlicious definitely knows how t'cook a turkey&lt;br /&gt;Bird never needs no gravy&lt;br /&gt;Cooked just right; so moist and tasty&lt;br /&gt;I'm the P to the E, T, E, the R, space E&lt;br /&gt;Iron chefs bow down on knees, cuz they know they can't best me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook 2]&lt;br /&gt;I'm Peterlicious (so delicious)&lt;br /&gt;My appetite is vicious&lt;br /&gt;I be up late in the kitchen, making up a tasty sandwich&lt;br /&gt;Weight's my witness (ooooh weee)&lt;br /&gt;I "Yan Can Cook" on wok wok&lt;br /&gt;I be preparing up the duck; recipe from Bangkok (four, tres, two, uno)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;So delicious (it's hot hot)&lt;br /&gt;So nutritious (I "Yan Can Cook' with wok wok)&lt;br /&gt;So delicious (They wanna taste what I got)&lt;br /&gt;Peterlicious (hold, hold, hold, hold, hold up, check it out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;If you're really hungry&lt;br /&gt;Visit in my kitchen&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then you'll get a taste&lt;br /&gt;I'll be bakey, bakey&lt;br /&gt;Some great cakey cakey&lt;br /&gt;They're so sweet and tasty&lt;br /&gt;It'll make you crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T to the A, to the S, T, E, Y, I can't spell tasty&lt;br /&gt;T to the A, to the S, T, E, Y, I can't spell tasty&lt;br /&gt;D to the E, to the L I C I O U S, to the D, to the E, to the, to the, to the, Cook it Petey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rap]&lt;br /&gt;When the people come around,&lt;br /&gt;Wantin' to chow down,&lt;br /&gt;Their ill manners make me frown,&lt;br /&gt;As they drool on my (uuhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna say it now,&lt;br /&gt;Chew like a man; not a cow,&lt;br /&gt;You're in the presence of greatness; not a sow,&lt;br /&gt;Or you're eating with be disallowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna come off demanding,&lt;br /&gt;But my food's madly astounding,&lt;br /&gt;They're masterpieces that need respecting&lt;br /&gt;But I try to understand,&lt;br /&gt;That y'all are mad hungry and,&lt;br /&gt;The food is so--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook 3]&lt;br /&gt;Peterlicious (So delicious)&lt;br /&gt;Dun make food that be tasteless&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that's ficticious,&lt;br /&gt;Then come and taste my dishes&lt;br /&gt;Filled with goodness (mmmwahhh)&lt;br /&gt;I "Yan Can Cook" on wok wok&lt;br /&gt;I be preparing up the duck; recipe from Bangkok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four, tres, two, uno&lt;br /&gt;My appetite is vicious&lt;br /&gt;I be up late in the kitchen, making up a tasty sandwich&lt;br /&gt;Weight's my witness (ooooh weee)&lt;br /&gt;I "Yan Can Cook" on wok wok&lt;br /&gt;I be preparing up the duck; recipe from Bangkok (four, tres, two, uno)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;So delicious (aye aye aye aye)&lt;br /&gt;So delicious (aye aye aye aye)&lt;br /&gt;So delicious (aye aye aye aye)&lt;br /&gt;Peterlicious, t-t-t-t-t-tasty, tasty&lt;br /&gt;o delicious (aye aye aye aye)&lt;br /&gt;So delicious (aye aye aye aye)&lt;br /&gt;So delicious (aye aye aye aye)&lt;br /&gt;Peterlicious, t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t (aye aye aye aye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T to the A, to the S, T, E, Y, I can't spell tasty&lt;br /&gt;T to the A, to the S, T, E, Y, I can't spell tasty&lt;br /&gt;T to the A, to the S, T, E, Y, I can't spell tasty&lt;br /&gt;T to the A, to the, to the (four, tres, two, uno)&lt;br /&gt;D to the E, to the L I C I O U S, to the D, to the E, to the, L I C I O U S, to the&lt;br /&gt;D to the E, to the L I C I O U S, to the D, to the E, to the, to the, to the, to the, to the...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38901849-7192410514460892507?l=sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/feeds/7192410514460892507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38901849&amp;postID=7192410514460892507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/7192410514460892507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38901849/posts/default/7192410514460892507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sneakyninjarant.blogspot.com/2007/05/lyrical-genius-not.html' title='Lyrical genius (NOT!)'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464554660758009783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702247840853199495'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>