Tuesday, July 11, 2017

The Beautiful Game (Part 1)

 I am a rather avid gamer, if I may say so myself. As a matter of fact, I spend most of my spare time (correction: ALL of my spare time) playing games. Video games, to be more precise. I've (inadvertently) started many arguments regarding my compulsive gaming habits, mostly involving my parents (parents and gaming don't go hand in hand. Well, not MOST of the time anyway, especially if you're talking about my dad. Then again, remember that this only applies to CERTAIN cases).

But I didn't make this post to incessantly complain about my biased opinion towards the two people who had worked their asses off trying to raise their incompotent child as best they could. Instead, I made this post in order to voice my difficulty in trying to find a “middle ground” when it comes to online gaming. Don't have a goddamned clue on what I'm trying to say here? Well, let me enlighten you.

Allow me to introduce you guys (or at least the guys who have absolutely no fucking clue about what I'm about to say in the following paragraph and onward) to Hearthstone (do I need one of those copyright/trademark symbols to show that I'm not a plagiarizing dickhead for using the game's name without consent of its owners? Eh, we'll just figure that one out later down the road just in case we DO get banned or some shit. For now, just focus on telling the story). For those of you who're too lazy to move the mouse over to open a new tab on your browser (or if you're on a phone, I'm speaking to the people who're too lazy to move their fingers over to open a new tab on the phone's browser, in which case, shame on those people for being even more lazy than the computer-using motherfuckers. Man, I'm being so kind towards my audience right now...), I'll just wrap up the game for you as best I can: Hearthstone is a heavily RNG-reliant, turn-based card game in which you play cards based off of the characters in World of Warcraft against other players as various heroes from the Warcraft universe. Oh, for fuck's sake, I'll just provide you with a link to the motherfucking Wikipedia page myself so I don't have to spend 75% of this post trying to tell you all about it.

Now, without going into excruciatingly great detail, Hearthstone has been one hell of an eye-opening game for me. Not only has it increased my ability to play TCGs (that's short for “Trading Card Game”, by the way), but it's also significantly helped me with my ability to think on my feet and help me with my counting skills. Just a little. However, there is a much darker side to this game than you would imagine; on some days I play matches in which the opponent and I face off in an intense battle and I am reminded of how awesome the game is, but there are also several days in which the matchups I encounter become so toxic, I start losing faith in a) my ability to play the game and b) humanity in general.


And as per fuckin' usual, I'll leave it at that. This story is gonna take a while to tell, so I'd rather talk about it in some other post rather than spill all of it now, although I kinda wish I could just type the entire thing now. Choices, choices. And with that being said, I'll be leaving now. Ta-ta, people.

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Carry On, My Wayward Son Part 1

Well, here I am. Back in the blog business. Honestly, I never thought that I was gonna be back in the habit. As a matter of fact, the main reason I've typed ANY of these posts was because I was being goaded by my parents to be a more “productive” child and whatnot (I'll whine more about that in a later post). Anyway, as much as I would LOVE to bitch on about my many minor and insignificant complaints about life in general, let's start off with a little story that never fails to make me smile and rejoice about my current position in this weird, weird life (totally unrelated, I got the title for the post from the song I'm listening to right now as I type this very sentence. You'll find that it's also rather fitting for the upcoming story I'm about to share with you guys).

Have you ever felt that your life was boring? Have you ever felt that horrendous feeling of not being able to enjoy your time in your own home, even with the countless amounts of gadgetry and entertainment scattered around the house (if you're a milennial like I am, you can probably feel my pain. As for every other person in the audience, apologies if you don't understand how I feel)? Well in THAT case, let me share with you people a story that ALWAYS makes me feel more grateful for the shit I have. It goes something like this...
Several months ago at school, my entire year level was scheduled to go on a camping trip to Jogjakarta (for those of you who don't know what the fuck Jogjakarta is, all you need to know is that it's a city in Indonesia. If you wanna learn more, open another tab on your browser and search for the details yourselves). The year level spent weeks, maybe even MONTHS to prepare for the trip. We learnt how to cook food with a portable stove, we learnt how to rig tents, etc, etc, etc. You get it. Point is, this trip was really hyped up. People looked forward to the prospect of being able to spend a week with each other in the mountains, doing...camp-ey stuff I guess (sorry, couldn't find a better word to describe it)

Except for me. Because duh. For those of you who aren't frequent visitors of this blog, lemme just make one thing very, very clear: I am not, repeat NOT a chatty guy. Or at least I'm not a chatty guy when I'm around people who have little to no interest in hanging around hermits. Don't get me wrong; I've known communities where I blend in perfectly fucking well, but more often than not, the community is filled with a bunch of alien (hold on a fucking minute here, aren't YOU the alien? They ARE the majority, after all...) dipshits who haze me to the point where I feel like I'd rather lock myself in a shitter than be anywhere near a bunch of people who speak in a completely different language than I do (as in, almost everyone else in the school speaks in Indonesian. I personally favor English, most likely due to my oh-so-coddled upbringing...).

On the day of our departure, everyone had their shit prepared, and we all got on the bus to Jogjakarta. I WOULD'VE been dreading the perils that awaited my fragile ass over at our destination, but apparently my exhaustion was stronger than my fear, and I feel asleep rather soundly, dismissing my worries and temporarily forgetting the fact that I was gonna get royally fucked the second I set foot on the camping grounds (by the way, I also managed to befriend several guys on the way to Jogjakarta, but alas, our friendship would only last for so long).

Fast-forward to the moment when we actually reached our destination. By the time we got to Jogjakarta, it was still dark out, so if there was any consolation, at least the trek to the camping grounds wasn't done in sweltering heat. Of course, the act of getting out of the bus and walking in the dark was only the tip of a GARGANTUAN iceberg. Within the next few days, I found myself dealing with a LOT of things: militaristic group leaders, sleeping in tents covered in sweat WHILST it rained outside (and having to share that tent with at least three other sweaty motherfuckers, no less), arduous group activities, defunct toilets and bathrooms (thus forcing me to hold in my shit AND not take a single fucking bath throughout the entirety of the trip)... Oh, and did I mention the fact that the only close friends I had during this entire fucking ordeal consisted of a grasshopper, a pencil and a brown notebook (isn't it amazing how insects and inanimate objects can sometimes be more sociable than a bunch of people I wanted to have NOTHING to do with? Being a freak can help you realize that fact at times)? Neither the grasshopper nor the notebook lasted very long, by the way. After all, I'm not very known for my (nonexistent) skills of responsibility.

But for now, I'm gonna leave the story at the trek through the dark, dreary roads of the mountain, and tell you guys the next part of the story in an upcoming post. Oh, and just so I can end today's post on a cheerful note (just skip this bit if you aren't the type of dude who enjoys spoilers), *SPOILER ALERT* this story has a happy ending, and makes me feel MUCH more grateful about my life, and continues to do so every time I look back and remember that one time I had to undergo a certain, um, less-than-satisfactory (and that's putting it nicely) camping trip. *SPOILERS END NOW*

After all, as a wise man once said (man? Woman? Was this quote even recited by a person who could be considered “wise”? Ah, fuck it, you get what I'm trying to say here), “suffering builds character” (actually, it's coming back to me now. The “wise man” who said this was probably Calvin's father from “Calvin and Hobbes”. There you go. Happy now?).


Well, that's all the time we have for today, soooooo, yeah! See you guys until the next post, assuming you actually DECIDE to read the next post. If not, then goodbye for good. You get what I mean. The next post will be up tomorrow, at best. At worst, well, I'd rather not talk (or think) about it. Peace out, everybody.

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Everybody Wants To Rule the World (Part 2)

Welcome back, fellow readers. I know, it's kinda amazing that I didn't goof off for about a month before having to make another one of these posts, but here I am right now, ready to update you guys on another post about the "best ruling system" (although now, come to think of it, there is no such thing as "best ruling system", probably due to the fact that different countries operate differently, and one country might be ruled more effectively using one type of ruling system and not the other).

So, enough about me and my completely unscheduled blogging, well, schedule (#widevocabulary). Let's focus more on our topic today, or to be more precise, today we'll be discussing about communism. Let's shed a bit of light on what the hell communism is in the first place, eh? Before we begin using the rest of the post as an (amateur) discussion of the pros and cons of communism, the basics are that communism is a system that's supposed to favor everybody. Here, let me get into the more intricate details...

An ideal view of the "perfect" communist country is a one where everyone is treated equally. There was no classism, there was no such thing as "rich" or "poor" because everyone was subjected to equal rights, all around. If you owned a two-story house, then your neighbor too would own a two-story house. If you owned a minivan, so would everyone else. And if you went to school, guess who else also goes to school? (hint: it rhymes with "everyone else")

But of course, a communist country means the country is strictly ruled by the government, because now THEY'RE responsible for the state of the country. Unlike capitalism, in which the people have to climb the social ladder in order to achieve success, in communism the government is essentially becoming the country's babysitter. They must ensure that the city's inhabitants are getting their rights, and there is social equality.

And as usual, there are problems with this type of system. First there are issues with the government itself. In a communist country, since the government is pretty much supreme leader of the place, they have full control of the entire country's resources, so what if they DIDN'T take care proper care of the country? What if these government dudes only used their high position to pocket the resources and ignore the needs of the country? Remember, the government is the only one with the power over these resources, and if they decided to do whatever they wanted to do with them, then what can the people do?

I mean, I guess, they could revolt, but we're looking for the solution that doesn't involve mass murder and anarchy in the country. We're trying to opt for the most peaceful possible solution over here. And as far as I can see, a revolution is probably not the most peaceful solution we can offer here. However, there is a slight comfort to be found in this potentially unjust system, and it's that other than the (near) guarantee of the existence of a pissed off band of merry revolutionists ready to combat any unjust politicians, there is also the fact that... Actually, you know what? Never mind. For now, the only threat that's keeping corrupt politicians away from uncovering their true motives are the predictions of a bloody revolution taking place.

Next post, we'll be comparing the ups and downs of communism and capitalism and in a few days' (maybe weeks) time, try to come up with a conclusion. Until then, I guess it's goodbye once again. Thank you and see ya around!

Saturday, January 9, 2016

Everybody Wants To Rule the World (Part 1)

Wow, it has been a LONG time ever since my last blog post, hasn't it? Well, sorry for the delay, but that was mostly due to the countless disturbances and debates on whether or not this "blogging habit" was necessary to maintain my "Internet stability". Or simply put, I was avoiding creation of this blog due to the fact that I could be more entertained doing other, more entertaining things in my life (yeeeeah, sorry guys. Truth be told,, the main reason I haven't been posting recently was due to the fact that I was busy binge-watching Fallout 4 gameplay. Sometimes a guy can't help watching an estranged survivor trudge the post-apocalyptic wastes of Boston, OK?).

So, after a chain reaction of events that probably don't bother mentioning, I decided to take up blogging once again (for exactly how long, I haven't actually decided yet). I know it's been a long time and I'm not exactly going to be as "skilled" as I was before when it comes to the blogging type of stuff, but I'll promise you this: I'll sure as hell try to become the good ol' blogger that you guys saw me become just a few months ago. Or just a mere shadow of that guy, at least, if that's any consolation.

So just a few weeks ago, my dad and I had been discussing the pros and cons of a ruling system when applied to a country. If we were to establish an entirely new country, what would be the preferred ruling system that we use? A few minutes into our conversation, we narrowed the potential ruling systems down to two options: Capitalism and communism (we were about to apply a bit of "monarchy" and "feudalism" in there, but we decided just to keep things simple for the time being).

Here are the basics of the debate: Capitalism is basically another word for "survival of the fittest". The reason I say this is mainly due to the fact that capitalism can be viewed as a "measure" of your economical toughness and shows your "rank" in the social ladder. The more hardworking/lucky/skilled you are (economics-wise, of course), the higher your position in the hierarchy. So if you find some rich dude passing by on the street in a capitalist country, chances are that he's a diligent individual who's worked his ass off to get this high in this cruel, unforgiving world.

The downsides of capitalism, on the other hand... Damn, there are quite a lot when you think about it (doesn't mean that capitalism is more flawed than OTHER systems, though. Every ruling system has its ups and downs. After all, you know what they say: "You can't nuke a city without innocent people being caught in the blast" (hold on a minute, IS that what they say? No? It was a different metaphor? Ah well, another new metaphor for the world to use. Don't forget to give me credit if you ever intend to use that one, yeah?). Where do we start?

Let's start with the gap between the social standing between the rich and the poor. In capitalism, the rich get to afford more, so due to an extreme consumption of goods by the rich, the poor gets the crappy side of the economical seesaw, with the rich being on the higher side of said seesaw, and the poor being on the lower. In simpler terms, capitalism isn't exactly the most merciful of ruling systems. One easy way to remember it is this: Man up (or if you're a woman, "woman up", I guess?) or give up.

I could spend the rest of the post discussing about whatever the hell I would like to discuss next, but I think that should be all for today. If the opportunity ever comes up, I'll probably do another one of these posts again. But that'll be another day. For now, see ya!

Monday, October 12, 2015

Creating a Villain Part 2

Right, so here we are, back again at the same place that we left off. So where we left off, I was talking about my main motive as a supervillain (for some reason, when I try to remember my villainous self, the villain that comes to mind is this pacifist pirate by the name of Stede Bonnet. Search him up, you'll see why). Now in this post, we'll focus on the more intricate details, such as my lair, my equipment, etc. So here we go...

First of all, every supervillain will need a lair. For me, the best type of lair isn't some Batcave-esque base of operations which is hidden somewhere secret. Not only is that inconvenient for a guy like me (remember, I'm one lazy dude), but it is a bit too "mainstream" for someone like me. If you ask me, my perfect idea of a lair is my house.

Now before you ask, I don't want my house to be some kind of secluded area chock-full of equipment designed for all your villainous purposes (OK, maybe a few stashes of the latest non-lethal heisting equipment hidden in secret compartments scattered around the house, but nothing too serious, say unlike an entire complex of henchmen in the basement below the house). This is also due to the fact that I want to make sure that when the authorities search my house, it won't be as hard for them to bust me for solicitation of masterminding some serious felony (which is gonna be kinda hard to explain if I have an entire basement of battle-dressed loogies hiding in a complex under the house).

As for my troops, the skill of my soldiers will really depend on the difficulty of the heist we're pulling off. Warehouse raids, bank heists, armored transport hits and other robberies of the sort should be manageable by a well-led gang of gun-wielding workers (think of something like the Payday gang, but replace the four heisters with an entire squadron of burglars. The reason for this is that the Payday gang consists of four badasses who can hold their own against a never-ending wave of police, whereas I might not be able to find four men with the same power in my actual cult of followers. And even if I DID find four badasses that can hold off the po-po by themselves, I still have to make sure they have an escort as extra insurance).

But for the more "advanced" robberies (think infiltrating military-protected facilities and anything involving government-protected places), I'm gonna have to call in some of the bigger guns. Maybe call in the guys in my team that have experience in dealing with the more "difficult" stuff, outfit them with better equipment (maybe an EMP, several tanks and battle aircraft, and several more pieces of sophisticated gear. Now I only need to teach the idiots HOW to use them). It might also get to the point where I might even employ the use of the supernatural (assuming such oddities exist in this reality by then), because you never know when some no-good superheroes will try and thwart my awesome get-rich-quick scheme.

So there, my friends. That is probably the type of supervillain I'm gonna be in another reality where I'm a scheming lawbreaker who will resort to robberies in order to fuel his extravagant lifestyle. I'll probably be doing more posts regarding this topic, so until the next post. See ya later!

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Creating a Villain

Every now and then, I think, "in a world where I was a supervillain, what type would I be?". It's kind of a weird question that everyone may think about every once in a while. So what kind of supervillain will I be? Well, I can sure as hell say that in another reality, the miscreant I'll become will be a rather unique one, if not strange (I think "strange" is more fitting). So, let's just get into it...

Every supervillain has a reason for becoming a supervillain. It might be because he wants to be noticed by the world (in fact, many villains' greatest fear is that the world will forget them when they die), or maybe because of his immense greed. Other villains are just total psychopaths who want nothing more than to go on a nonstop killing spree, and others become evil because they want to brainwash others into believing in said villain's ideologies (these types of villains normally lead a cult who all believe in what their leader does).

In my opinion, in order to create the perfect supervillain out of a regular, rational human being, we must first find this person's fatal flaw (wow, this post got morbid real fast). Is this person lazy? Is he greedy? Is he prideful? Does he want others to believe in what he/she does? Or is he just pissed off at the world and show it who's boss? In my case, my fatal flaw is laziness. I try to do as least work as possible and try to reap the benefits from already-existing opportunities.

So now that we know my fatal flaw, let's imagine a world, another reality where this flaw is exaggerated to the point where it becomes my life meaning (have any of you ever searched up "types of good and evil"? on your browser? You might wanna search it up now to get a better idea of what I'm about to tell you). So now, in this new reality where Jason (no, not the Jason that is immortal, wields a machete and constantly kills off teenagers. Although it'd be nice if I was that kind of villain, not gonna lie) is an evildoer who wants $#!+ to be done with as little effort as possible.

In the alignment system (refer to the search results of "types of good and evil" you just opened up a paragraph ago), I would probably fit into the "neutral" or "lawful" evil type. "But Jason," I hear you say. "How are you not sure what TYPE of "evil" you are?". Well, dear reader, I'll leave it up to you to decide which type of "evil" I am, because to be perfectly honest with you right now, I'm quite confused.

The reason I'm confused about what type of villain I am is because unlike many evildoers, if there's a code of ethic that I will follow as a supervillain, it will be (wait for it... wait for it...) to still remain a follower of God while I do so. *audience bursts into uncontrollable laughter*

Yes, yes, I know that it sounds crazy, but I will not commit any mortal sins as a supervillain ("mortal sins", for those of you who don't know, are sins that COMPLETELY break your bond with God. Just search it up on the Internet if you're curious). In summary, that means I'll still stay a follower of God, but with ONE exception (I mean, how else would you stay a supervillain?):
  1. As a supervillain, I'll participate in heists, raids, and other operations that involve stealing. So this means I'll probably focus on being a major underworld figure for being the mastermind behind various bank heists, convoy assaults, warehouse raids, etc.
My main goal as a supervillain is to live a luxurious life, and I'll resort to any means in order to become one of the richest dudes (of course, with the exception of not committing any mortal sins with the exception of anything related to stealing) in the city's underbelly.

We'll talk more about this in the next post. Until then, See ya!

Friday, October 9, 2015

What Happens Next

It's amazing how the world works, isn't it? It's an ongoing cycle of life (I would say “endless”, but then again, I doubt that we humans would last forever on this world due to the theories about the eventual but inevitable apocalypse and $#!+) that really is just a “rinse and repeat” sequence of events that keep the world going.

You guys might be wondering, “J, just stop talking in circles and speak straight already.”, so let me just get to my small “deduction”. I'm talking about the life cycle of humans in the world and their roles in it. Last night, my dad and I had a discussion about the types of people in the world. The gist of it was, there were two main types of people in this world: the “consumers” and the “producers”.

The consumers, hence the name, are people who consume products made by the producers. For instance, consumers are video gamers, whilst the video game producers are the producers, hence the name (YouTubers are a special class all by themeselves: they're producers who make money by being consumers (to be fair, they DO have to put in work into the quality of their videos), which is a job a hardcore gamer can only DREAM of having).

The daily life of the entire world is like a food chain: producers create the products which consumers, well, consume (what else? Throw away?), whilst the consumers put these products to good use, as they should (by buying the products, they're already putting the product to good use. Praise consumerism and our dependence on small, insignificant everyday products designed to fulfill our unnecessary wants and needs). In a world where everyone's a producer and nobody buys these insignificant products, the world would probably be in total anarchy by now, because nobody is making any money since they're all busy making $#!+ for other people.

But of course, this isn't to be used as an excuse by consumers to lie around the house beside their Doritos stash (copyright infringement coming in 3...2...1...) and their cable TVs/gaming consoles. Thankfully, you can be a producer and a consumer at the same time. A guy who works at a local Burger King restaurant is free to buy a serving of enchiladas at the Taco Bell next door at any time. And for some reason, according to my family, this consumer/producer thing is a serious issue I've been plagued with over the course of the past few years (or more accurately, ever since I discovered how to have fun).

I'm a consumer. According to me, I'm happy to be one, as long as I have a steady source of income to supply my wants and needs (and trust me, that is NOT much to ask for, unless you call food and water, a shelter, a steady source of income, broadband Internet connection and a laptop the wishes of a millionaire). But a question my family keeps on asking me is, “what are you gonna produce?”. The answer to the question has been discovered, but I have trouble telling it to the rest of the world.

Acording to my dad, I'm not gonna go anywhere fast if I don't start to “do something that will benefit my future”, and has gone to insane lengths to get this point through. I don't know if I'm doing something wrong or if I'm just not showing it, but the message I'm getting seems to be something along the lines of “you're a lazy-ass piece of crap who stares at the computer every second of spare time you get, and you're future ain't looking too bright unless you stop having fun and start doing something that'll contribute to your adult life.”

Now I don't know if this means that I'll be homeless if I don't “start doing something with my life” or if it means that I just won't get a high-paying job later down the line. What I want for my future isn't something I'd call a luxury (compare it to the higher class people who have a high-paying job and a family), unless you're living in a homeless camp in some desolate area in the city. Now the question is that if I continue on like this, am I on the road to living the life I asked for (go back two paragraphs and refer to that as my future life's “wishlist”) or am I on the road that will lead me into a hobo encampment under some bridge? That's what I want to know. I know that, and I can live the rest of my life a happy man. Amen to that. Seriously.