With 15 more days to the Olympic games, I somehow must make a few comments about the grand event. Really, it seems that my existence on this world is to comment on anything and everything, but that aside, I want to spend more space on the Olympic Games.

I kinda like the fact that countries battle in the arena of sports rather than the battlefields of Iraq. It brings more prestige and recognition. But countries do not gain much of it. The oilwells in Iraq bring in way more than a hundred Olympic games. And the Olympics is more for show than anything else, I believe the competitive spirit is worth only as much as the gold used for the medals. With today's doping and drug-related offences, I wonder what the value of the human spirit is, if it is worth less than the gold they wear proudly around their necks.

Anyway, I find it hard to appreciate and admire the Olympic games. How fun could it be to watch events such as shooting, archery, weightlifting, high jump, long jump, pole vault and other such events? What excitement, what fun, what joy. Well okay, at least stuff like running, swimming, cycling provides some entertainment for a short 10 seconds, or whatever the length of the sport is. The competition is there side by side and clear to see. And I guess it is most interesting when it comes down to a photo finish. But we don't do photo finishes anymore, just high tech gizmos and stuff. Yeah, although I must say football, basketball, wrestling and other such stuff are way more interesting. These has been the standard staple sports that we have watched always on ESPN and other sports channels.

But somehow I find some events just slightly disturbing. Events like gymnastics. I fail to appreciate anything about them, and I fail to see how the judges decide upon the marks. I fail to appreciate the finer points, the grace and the perfect technique. I just watch girls in leotards prancing around in a style that is vaguely humanoid. And they are rewarded for grace and agility. Hmm... I seem to be missing something here.

At the end of the day, we see our countries compete in really wierd things (synchronised diving, anyone?) which, well, me, the simple uneducated plebian fails to understand why the winning team deserves the win. I would prefer something as simple as 22 men chasing a ball trying to put it into a goal. That's it. Which is why, I firmly believe that World Cup 2002 and Euro 2004 are more popular than the Olympic games. Really. Which is more fun to watch?

And you can't really bet on the Olympics can you?

SICK! Coughing hard. Sucks. Some sort of bug in the air. And I hardly went out of the house. Wonder if a certain sibling of mine brought back the contagion from somewhere...

Hmm... this is oh so wierd.

My Shakespearean moniker is Aragon Montague.
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Woot? Aragon Montague? Huh? I so complete don't get this.

For those who don't have any siblings, you don't wish for siblings. If you really, really want siblings, you can have mine. Really. Just place an order and I'll mail them straight to you. I'll courier them straight to you. Just the fastest way to get them out of my life.

Siblings do one thing which is really irritating. Mine encrouch on my personal space. As in really encrouch on my personal space. And my personal space is anyway within 1 foot around me. So it is kinda really irritating when one of them peer over my shoulder with the only intention of irritating me.

In my home there is one television and one computer. And I have two siblings, one older sister and one younger sister. So naturally, doing the math, I'm the remainder.  This explains why I'm very good at mucking around, doing nothing and receding into hopeless boredom.

My older sister has this really bad habit. She starts by going something like this,
"I want to eat tim sum. Jason do you want to eat tim sum? Mom!! Jason wants to eat tim sum!"
All in one breath.

Similarly, "I hear got nice seafood at (here or there). Let's go eat, Jason! Mom! Jason wants to go to (here or there)."

Then there's also other stuff like, "Let's cook (some funny dish). You want to eat right? C'mon let's go cook now!"

Practically everything she wants to do, she sorts of transplants it onto me and blames me for everything. All her wants and wishes becomes mine. Everytime you hear her yell, "Jason wants this, Jason wants that", well you know it's her. As I've mentioned before, I'm a chronic sufferer of middle child syndrome so I'm apathetic to everything.

Since my older sister has been back for 3 days only, and I'm tired of her incessant noise of what she wants to do and what everyone else wants to do, I wonder how I can last a month with her around without earphones constantly plugged into my head.

And my younger sister is worse. She's prone to asking dumb questions. Sometimes, most irritatingly, during the middle of a movie. Really I don't get this. Why ask obvious questions? She's prone to doing that. And she always bugs me to buy her stuff, whether it be this small piece of stationery or magazine or something of the utmost unimportance. The only thing I find bearable about her is the fact that she bets with me alot. Our standard bet is usually one Ferrari. So far, I haven't won any Ferraris off her, but everytime she wants to challenge something I say, all I have to say is, "Wanna bet?" and she thankfully shuts up.

But that doesn't stop her from having the remote control, computer and television. And I have often loudly mentioned to my detriment (I have the bruises to show) that an immovable object has supplanted itself in front of the computer and has not done her homework yet.

Please, man, I need my space. Wonder when they'll leave me alone. Soon! Better be soon!

About 3 yeas back, when I went for a blood test, Dr Dracula asked me whether I played any games. I looked at her, grinned and said, "Of course! Computer games!"

I know that she actually meant sports, and that would have caught me in a tough situation where I would have to sheepishly admit that I don't play sports. But three years later, if she asked me whether I played any sports, I'd happily admit that I play cyber-games and am proudly a cyber-athlete.

Yup, times have changed and computer games are starting to be recognised as one of those new events in the sporting arena. Computer games require a high level of concentration, dexterity and practice, much like any other conventional sport. Gamers have known this all their lives, and that it takes only 4 seconds sometimes between life and death, and only 0.1 of a second for a mouse-click that could change the outcome of a game. Such precision and fast decision making skills are those that mark many if not all of competitive computer games in Player vs Player.

There are even competitions that let gamers have the chance to own some people and kick some rear-ends with the side bonus of earning money. And these games are becoming more competitive and rewarding. There is the renowned World Cyber Games, and seems like players from places like Korea dominate local players by a mile. And no, computer games are no longer for geeks and nerds and those alike. Computer games are for athletes, cyber-athletes and well, we're a new generation.

No one can say that computer games is no longer a sport.

So I'm no longer a slacking slob sitting in front of the computer clicking away. So there.

This post is for anyone who wonders what it is like to be me. Or basically a middle child.

I'm the middle child. For anyone who knows me, my older sister, by 2 years, is studying med, and my younger sister, by 7 years, is a brat. So technically, this makes me a middle child, and all psychologists can easily say that I'm closer to my older sister because of the smaller age gap and all that crap. Really kinda true. But that's not the entire point, I keep digressing.

I'm a sufferer of the Middle Child Syndrome. And no, it's not contagious.

Being the middle child has it's perks, you get to be the older and younger child all in one. When I was young, fighting with my older sister was way too easy. I was younger, she had to give way to whatever I want right. I could cry my way out of any situation and blame my older sister for anything and everything. Though, I am a nice person, I don't usually do it. However I do get to watch Sesame Street whenever I want. But I'm not a brat. Am not! Am not, am not, am not, am not!

And when it comes to my younger sister, there's the absolute joy of gloating and showing off. Something which doesn't come naturally to me. But it does make me feel good. Really, my accomplishments beat hers. C'mon, my greatest accomplishment which she can't ever beat is that I've lived for 20 years. By the time she can say that, I'm already on to 27.

But then, there are downsides, such as the Middle Child Syndrome. It's like, complete total apathy to everything. Really. I don't give a rat's ass or donkey's ass about anything in the world. Completely unmotivated and couldn't care less. And there is no rush at all to complete anything. I don't really care what happens to the world, and if something does happen to me, I'll just let it pass by. There's no point!

Complete and utter boredom is my steady state of mind, and they are easily distracted because... woah, does that shadow look like a replica of Bill Clinton? Anyway, where was I? I don't, I forgot. Nah, couldn't care. Lost my train of thought... must have been derailled. By the way, if you guys do know me, this kinda happens to me very often doesn't it?

What would happen if my ISP, TM-Net sold cars?
 

1. You purchase a car that can allegedly go up to 100km/h but never seem to be able to get it past 40km/h. Factors that do affect your speed are like, quality of fuel used, size of driveway and traffic congestion.
2. On some days, your car refuses to start.
3. And when it finally starts, the engine dies before you can get past your front gate.
4. You have to send your car in twice a month for maintainance for up to a whole day at times.
5. Technical support tells you that the problem is actually your driveway and not the car.
6. It takes three days for the technicians to come and take a look at your car before concluding that there's nothing they can do about it.
7. They offer better deals with more rebates and nicer freebies for the same model of car you bought less than two months ago before the loan's paid off.
8. The radio doesn't work unless you pay them an extra cheque. And you don't have a spare tire unless you ask/pay for it.
9. They charge you to bring the car over to your driveway when you could have just driven it from the showroom.
10. Everytime you need to do something important, the car refuses to start, again.
11. Like everything else in Malaysia, the car only starts and moves decently when you are talking to technical support.
12. There'll be a complete monopoly as I cannot opt for a different company.

To Ivan and his many nights of poker playing where he lost a lot of things and have still yet to paid up,
 
Yup, this is a post on gambling. Yup, I do gamble. Yup, I do gamble for money. Seems not much fun, after all, every bet can be calculated and well, the results could be, to a certain extent, predictable. Anyway, casino gambling is boring. The rooms are filled with smoke, there are obnoxious people hanging around and there is nothing new or exciting about gambling, except where there was this one guy who sold everything he had and betted everything he had on a roulette game. That's living life on the edge.
 
But here's a gamble with a more philosophical value to it. While flipping through an old issue of Forbes magazine while doing my visa, I came across an interesting article. Ever heard of Pascal's Wager? I find this the best site to explain what it is. This is basically a perfectly rational, logical reason for believing in God, mathematics and statistics. (Though my friend has always told me that there are three kinds of lies in this world, good lies, bad lies and statistics)
 
Okay, not perfect, because there's the issue of St. Petersburg Paradox but that's not really the issue here. It is just a quirk about statistics for the moment and the argument on the whole seems perfectly sound. Okay, to me it seems sound from an absolutely rational and logical standpoint with no other things to affect me, i.e. faith, feelings or intuition.
 
Anyway, I wouldn't like to add on to the entire God argument since I have nothing new to add. And personally, I find such arguments very much like school debates, where it doesn't matter who wins, the status quo still stands. So, since there's a perfectly logical reason to believe in God, and the first premise of my assumption is that most atheists are logical people, therefore, belief in God is not necessarily entirely a rational thing. Or they just never heard of Pascal's Wager.

Here's a test to test the capabilities of this blog.
 
Does this look really wierd??????
Or does this look wierd??????

Thought of the day
 
What's so hard about babysitting? You just sit on the baby.

It always surprises me how much Blogger has actually evolved over the 3 years I've been using it. Always a new look, some additional add-ons or really funky features. So yeah, it's really cool that they are always changing. Kudos to them. Heh, sorry I had to block out their ad, it reduces the effect of my blog. And they have to store 3 years of my crap. That's pretty impressive, seeing that most people ask me to shut up very so often.
 
What's today's long and boring article about? What about theft of intellectual property? Yeah, that sounds like a good place to start a good ol' rant. Apparently, someone "borrowed" my source code for a certain webpage of his. I have a link to his website, and it is entitled "A Past". In a way, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but knowing this friend of my, there is hardly anything sincere about his words at all. Trust me. Nothing. Look at his captions and what he says about me. No sincerity there, no siree, nothing whatsoever.
 
By the way, if you look at his website, it's is kinda obvious where he got it from. Really so obvious. Very so obvious. You wanna know why it's obvious? Coz for 1 simple reason. There's my name in his credits! Muahaha... okay kinda lame, I'll stop.
 
I would not say I endorse piracy, and I am not stupid enough to make a blatant announcement that I support piracy, and I did not say that I advocate the copying of intellectual property, but really prices of originals are far from cheap. I saw this in a comic strip, where the kid's mother told the son to just download mp3s of the Internet because "while downloading music off the Internet is stealing, 15 dollars for a song is grand larceny!"
 
Really, 5 bucks for a song is decent. And I don't need to have flashy music clips on MTV. Have any of you watched the music clip for Metallica's So You Wanna Single? The facts are rather jarring, USD1 million is used to make the latest Britney Spears (yes, she's one of my favourite targets) while USD160,000 is used to make that music clip. So that's where most of our money went. Serious, I could do with music without the video clip of semi-nude gyrating hot blonde women.
 
Hell, what am I talking about? Every guy needs that!
 
But seriously, I don't want to pay extra for that. Really. Sell music cheap! I'll buy good CDs if there are more than 3 good songs on it and comes with a free poster of semi-nude gyrating hot blonde women. I want cheaper music! The music industry got the advantage of better quality and nicer CDs and better packaging. All they need is to cut their damn huge profits.

I've gotten some comments about my new look of this blog. Well, most were not too helpful and a few were far from flattering.

Some of the adjectives used were:
nice
black
suicidal
pitiful
dark

Okay, so these adjectives do sort of describe what I want to show my blog. Except, pitiful! My blog is not pitiful! Damn ye who said this.

Anyway, other comments I had was:
it's scary
cannot see the font
the scroll bar sucks

So hmm... scary? Really? Can't see the small font? Please, set Text Size to Medium. And I like the scroll bar the way it is.

However, however, there is one comment that I could never never accept, and I am horrified, mystified and just downright insulted. And though it came from a guy whose sister I pledge my eternal love to and would do anything for her and elope together away from her *diot brother, (Yes fear me Ivan!! Fear me!!) I am still pissed off with the comment. Serious, I don't see how this comment fits.

He said, "It looks like an Edward Scissorhands/Johnny Depp fansite."

Okay, this is the second revamp in 2 days, so hope this one looks a little better and a lot more ordered than the last one. I could still do with feedback on which one looks better.


Anyway, let me make a post.
Top 10 reasons NOT to watch the new season of The Bachelor

10. Reruns of Baywatch

9. The girl you are supporting gets booted within 3 episodes

8. Nothing is going to change from the past seasons

7. The bachelor is probably gay

6. Only losers need a television network to choose their soulmates

5. The bachelor says he loves a girl for her personality (read: breasts), her humour (read: long hair), her charisma (read: hot looks)

4. You can't stand the attitudes of the bimbos

3. Backstabbing's a b*tch

2. The bachelor and his chosen woman don't stay married after one year

1. Its a reality show with fake breast implants


Yeah so here's my say.

Ah err... something for some people to drool at in the meantime.

I've finally got off my lazy butt to dedicate approximately 2 hours to revamping my blog to a more morbid and depressing page which suits me. It still seems a little cheery to me so I will just leave it like this for a while before I figure out how I would like to improve it. So if you got comments, just leave them on the tagboard.

Oh yeah, I downloaded the template but did heavy editing to most of it, including the pictures, wordings and stuff. But still thanks to the original author, I left her link somewhere there.

Sometimes all problems can be fixed with a Reset button. Life should have a reset button, so that we make less mistakes.

Anyway, hope the Reset button fixed my problems.

Like all computer problems, everything can be fixed with Reset. Or buy new hardware.

This is what I would like for my birthday. Or Christmas. Or next Sunday. Or whatever day you deem fit to give this to me. So where to buy it? Here. Thanks.

I despise life. I detest every moment of its very existence, as much as I hate my own life. I am sick and tired of the way things are. But it is fact of life. Like how it is a fact that this world is the way it is and I can�t do anything about it. I am sick and tired of being where I am. I am sick and tired of where I live. I am sick and tired of the things I do. I am sick and tired of the television programs I watch, the computer games I play, the car I drive, the Internet connection I have, the neighborhood I live in, the city I happen to stay, the places that I could not go. Believe me, I am sick and tired of just about everything the world has to offer. And the world offers crap. Nothing is good enough. Computers and cars aren�t fast enough, bank accounts aren�t big enough, entertainment isn�t entertaining enough, movies are mostly stupid, boring and predictable.

The world doesn�t live up to my expectations.

Day after day. My mundane life goes on. Nowhere. Nothing I do makes an impact on my life. I have been places, seen things, known people, traded ideas and in no way whatsoever I am a better person. At the end of the day, after all that knowledge and studies, after all the experience, there is no difference. I have not ended up a better or wiser person.

I hate my life. I really hate every aspect of it. It so disgusts me. Really, nothing cheers me up anymore. There is nothing to look forward to, nothing to anticipate. Fun? Means nothing.

My mother and father wonder why I spend so much time playing games. Go ahead and wonder! That�s all you deserve. You don�t even deserve to know the truth. What do you know? I play just to beat the game. The game has to be beaten. That�s all. No fun, no glory. Once the game is beaten that is all. It is to be beaten. Same thing with life. Life is to be beaten, like a lousy reality version of The Sims.

I�ve not thought about death for a long time. Death, I always thought, would come when it would come. Now such fatalistic ideas must be put on hold when I really start to think, when would death come?

There is a friend I know, who is just waiting to die. He hates everything about his life, and he doesn�t like anyone, anybody or anything. He�s just wasting away. Same here. I�ve asked him before, if he hates life so much, what�s just keeping him going day after day? He replies nothing. He�s just waiting to die. He doesn�t consider suicide because it is against his god�s will.

And in many ways, I�ve come to the same conclusion. Life sucks and there�s nothing enjoyable about it. Really. Life�s pleasures are a misnomer. And I�m just waiting to die. I�m just lying down, wasting away worse than a drug addict because this is solely all in my head. No anti-depressants or barbiturates. No alcohol or hallucinogens. I�m a drug addict without drugs.

But unlike my friend, I don�t believe in god.

Wackiness: 70/100
Rationality: 70/100
Constructiveness: 40/100
Leadership: 60/100


You are a WRDL--Wacky Rational Destructive Leader. This makes you an enemy of the state. You are charismatic and winning and a very dangerous enemy. You favor justice over compassion, and would almost rather see your opponent fail than you succeed.

You impact the lives of those around you more than any other personality. People remember your name and respect you. You are a tremendous amount of fun to be around and astonishing to watch. You are generally abstinent in your habits, and you like things tidy and ordered.

When picking teams, it is smartest for others to pick yours.


Cool, personality test. I rock. Anyway, try it here.

I'm gonna talk about proverbs and sayings today. These sayings are so good in saying words of wisdom that they are mostly overused and over-rated. True enough that proverbs are some of the most boring things in the world and damn cliche. But that is only true for those proverbs which are taught in school.

I recently overheard a proverb in Hokkien, which translated goes like this, "Lay chicken eggs, nothing, sh*t chicken sh*t, plenty."

It means what it means, and well, yeah, it's a really good proverb. It means a lot also, and its words of wisdom echo deep. So yeah, this is the stuff they don't teach you in school. The useful stuff.

Nell'interesse di variet�, ho deciso fare un alberino in italiano appena per le scosse usando la traduzione dei pesci de Babele.

Qui va il mio alberino. Venuto pensare esso, spendo il senso troppo tempo sul Internet che non fa niente. Ma indovino che � migliore completamente del non facendo niente nel paese.

Scrivendo in italiano, o piuttosto ottenendo il mio alberino inglese ha tradotto ad italiano, mi d� le idee interessanti. Potrei insultare la gente e don't persino sanno. Ci era questo volta su Battle.Net quando ho detto, madre del "la vostra madre dorme con il mio cane" ed il tipo era d'accordo appena con me dicendo, i "Si senor".

Altre cose che interessanti potrei dire in italiano? � quella la vostra testa o appena un'estensione del vostro posteriore posteriore? Avete il cervello di un'arachide e non delle sfere da essere un uomo. Se lo stupidity fosse un maggiore, sareste un supporto di PhD. La vostra madre � cos� grassa che quando mette sopra un raincoat giallo, tass� di urlo della gente.

Mi domando se la traduzione � giusta. Se sia hilarious quando � tradotta di nuovo all'inglese. Bene, abbastanza rifiuti per oggi.

Cool, no?

Correction about the post I made a week or so ago about gardening and my mom.

The thing that I would like to clarify is that my mom doesn't do gardening. She does landscaping. Albeit to the same two-tier corporate level where I toil and she orders.

So what's the difference between gardening and landscaping? Gardening involves potting, planting, weeding, watering and other semi-light activity which hardly breaks a sweat. Landscaping involves shoveling and carrying earth around. By the way, earth is far from being the lightest thing, and a little bit of earth covers an even less area of land.

And shovelling gives hell lots of blisters. Sucks.

Alright people! Alright! I have proof! I have proof that what you all have been believing in all these while is wrong.

I've always been told, "Money can't buy happiness" and "You can't buy love with money" and "Would you be happy with all that money?".

Hah, you can take those general half-truths and whole lies and shove it.... aside! (Hah, I got you! I bet you were thinking I was going to say something else!)

I would just like to say that money can buy happiness. After all those long years of moral studies and social conditioning, my views of "money is the root of all evil" has changed, and the truth prevails! Money can buy happiness.

In Reader's Digest July 2004 issue, there is this one article that there are 10 Keys to True Happiness, and I am sure that recieving a subpoena is not one, so Reader's Digest are such nice happy people that they won't sue me, but I digress, and they said that one of the factors of happiness is wealth! To quote, "Dollars buy status, and status makes people feel better", so we can feel happier with money. After all the only people who say, "Money can't buy happiness" are the people without any money in the first place.

This article does wonders for my ego and explains a lot about me. This article also says that people who are less ambitious are happier. And you don't need to be smart to be happy. And happiness is strongly genetically factored. And looking good (yes, being beautiful, handsome, too-sexy-for-my-pants-good-looking) makes people feel happier. And friends make you happy.

Strangely, well, I don't seem to agree with the other stuff. Marriage makes people happier? Have you seen the kids yet? And what about marriage affairs? After all, if people aren't happy being in a marriage they won't be married...

And generous people are happier? I guess this is true because you gotta be wealthy to give away money, so you are rich in the first place, therefore you are happy in the first place, so this could actually be because people are rich enough to through off dough and buy status.

And finally age makes people happier?? C'mon, speaking from the perspective of an old fogey, I'm not that happy being old. And I've never heard of people complaining that they are too young. Oh wait, yeah, I've heard, "I'm too young to drive" or "I'm too young to smoke, drink and vote for cheating politicians" or "I'm not sixteen yet". Perhaps. Heh.

Anyway, the lesson for today is, if you wanna be happy, you gotta be a rich, good-looking, complacent, sociable, married, religious, generous old fogey!

Since I'm just an old fogey, I guess I'm 10% there already.