like the blue balloon

Deleting Facebook... Forever

2010-05-13T19:54:00.000-07:00

I've been thinking about this for a while. I knew I didn't need facebook to converse with other people. And as popular as it had gotten, it's gotten too... impersonal. And too many little kids have gotten facebook to the point where it's lost its value to me. And coincidentally, it is National Kill your Facebook Page Day tomorrow. So I'll deactivate it for the first 14 days then eventually, it will be deleted on the 14th day. Woo yay for fighting against popular choice.

Being a romantic

2010-05-07T20:55:00.000-07:00

I'm a romantic. And a pretty big one at that. But I don't by any means claim that I am the most romantic person alive. I just live by my ideals and I try not to let other people impact the way I should feel about another person. I like to believe that in a world full of uncertainty, there's not many things I can be absolutely sure about. And in the few things I can be absolutely sure about, I would say that I can be relatively sure that love exists. So place more emphasis on love than others.

With my last blog post in mind, I haven't had much success with relationships. Out of three relationships, I would say I've truly been in love once. I know I have a lot to give. Regardless of what you think I am, I'm just a mushy pulp inside. Not quite to the baby bunny level. But I'm getting pretty close.

And this reliance on expectations of love makes me truly fear love. I don't usually fear much. I often watch horror movies for my own entertainment and laugh at it more often than be scared by it. I think clowns are funny. So are small spaces and spiders. I have no fear, really. I'm not embarrassed of doing embarrassing things. As also previously mentioned in my blog, I'm perfectly fine pulling of awkward conversations as attention grabbers.

But because I'm so dependent on love, I fear it. I fear that once I pour my heart out to one person, she won't be able to or unwilling to return the same kind of affection I give out.And that really means I can only date people as LDD as I am. No one will be able to satisfy me. Ever. And that makes me afraid.

Birthday post

2010-04-25T21:18:00.000-07:00

Happy 20th birthday to me.

The 26th is my birthday. Knowing me, I didn't celebrate it early nor do I plan to celebrate it later. I don't like birthdays and I don't like being the center of attention. But this is my 20th birthday; I am no longer a teenager and as I look back, my teenage years really sucked.

Satiated with family drama, moving to US, girl issues, more family drama, more girl issues, the clinical depression which hit me sometime in my sophomore year in high school, then college. I wouldn't say that my teenage years were really up to no good. I mean I did come to US when I was 6th grade after all. But now that my teenage years are left behind, I'm glad I'm through that stage. Now I can stop pretending to be an adult.

Love Deficiency Disorder

2010-04-13T17:59:00.000-07:00

This is my first time blogging in almost two weeks. And I've got no excuse other than Neal's Soul Eater and a few girl troubles which I obviously won't be mentioning on the blog. And I'd like to start with a look within myself.

I've been suffering what's widely known as clinical depression for some time now. But thanks to the marvels of modern science, my mood has gotten gradually better with each passing day. But even with psychotherapy and pharmaceuticals working at my nerves, I kept relapsing and eventually put myself in a dangerous situation with the girl trouble previously mentioned.

Then I thought. If I keep relapsing, I don't know if I am going to hurt myself. So I decided to diagnose myself and see what I can do to fix it on my own.

Turns out, I can't really fix it because I'm suffering from 애정결핍증 (Ae jung gyul peep jung). In literal translation, it means love deficiency disorder.

Love deficiency disorder is a generic mental disorder. And as the name indicates, it is a disorder for people who hadn't received enough love throughout one's life and thus react very introverted and damaged. I tried looking online about anything related to the love deficiency disorder. But all I found was bunch of Korean psychological tests. Here's the original link to which I have concluded that I am suffering from LDD.

To save us the trouble of putting each of the premises onto google translator and getting out more crude translation than my throat after a night of intense boozing, I will personally translate them for you.

1) Low self-esteem; often criticizes oneself harshly.
2) Shaking one's leg while bored or in class.
3) Playing jokes on other people.
4) Biting one's nails.
5) Likes "skinship." Skinship is where one likes being touched/hugged/holding hands in a relationship.
6) Has tendency to become a cheater in a relationship.
7) Likes soft, tender things.
8) REALLY likes holding hands.
9) Gets along with others fine, but when left alone, gets depressed very quickly.
10) Obsessive with other people, especially possessive in a relationship.

Admittedly, this list is far from perfect. However, it is a pretty good indicator of the LDD. I suffer from all of the above symptoms of LDD. To some extent, I can reason through it. I have been apart from my mother since 6th grade, lived in a household full of incessant nag-a-lots who never gave me attention, got rejected by girls way too many times, and never actually developed love for anyone who was willing to give it back to me and vice versa.

The bad thing about this is, I don't have a cure for me as of this moment. I need to fall in love where I am willing to believe that love can be something that can be maintained and returned. And at the moment, I don't have love. Ironic, because there are two loves on my body alone after all.

Do you suffer from the love deficiency disorder?

EDIT: Ah. Found it. Affection Deficit Disorder.

The Dream I'll never live

2010-04-03T06:35:00.000-07:00

Everyone loves a good dream. We all love to do crazy things - either voluntarily or involuntarily - and live to the fullest extent of our lives regardless of one resembling an acid trip or a flu-induced nightmare. The dreams give us the power to do things never imagined before.

There I was. Alone, rejected from yet another prospective date, and more than enough adult beverage in the room to make Edgar Allen Poe jump up and down in joy. I was exhausted from the second consecutive day of working out in order to lose belly fat, thinking about who I could be, and intoxicated-facebook chatting with more people than I could handle. I slipped into the cold sheets of my bed. And when I woke up, I was in a whole new world.

I was in a pseudo-world where there were invisible zombies and multiple lives. I seemed to seamlessly transition from killing my first invisible zombie, screwing a Zooey Deschanel-look-a-like in a bathroom cluttered with human excretion, dying, respawning, and flying using supernatural power endowed upon me by simple chance. And this was over a course of three days. No I didn't dream a sequential dream over a course of three days, God no. I dreamed three days worth of experience in six incredibly energizing hours of slumber. I died three times and was reborn three times. I had the power to punch through a dry concrete wall. I flew by buildings as if I was the Superman minus all the invincibility bullshit. I teamed up with six incredibly real characters including my current roommate Hitlercorn, Bill from Left 4 Dead, and Phyllis from The Office.

I don't think I will have any dream that tops this one. Ever. Unless I'm in bed with Kim Yu-Na the top-ranked Korean figure skater, Lim Yoona from SNSD, Ahn Sohee from Wonder Girls, or any combination of the three. That'd make my head explode.

Twelfth Lavaliere

2010-04-02T19:46:00.000-07:00

I have nothing clever to write about. No philosophical commentary or logical reasoning. However, I am extremely poetic today. So I'll post a poem. A poem written in the peak of my high school years and my best poem written so far - in my opinion.

It's my freaking blog and I can do whatever I want on it.

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Twelfth Lavaliere

By Dylan Kim

Dear loved one, wear not this lavaliere in shame,

For thy citrine locks shall humble even Sun’s eyes.

And by thy viridian eyes do all inflame

All and none of which emotions all man defies.

Thy unwitting love calls only the wise will see.

Oh, woo thee me, and woe be mine. Feel my heart fall.

These words of human aura, jewels of thy beauty,

And the aurulent chain ‘tween us to wed them all!

And as fate as faithful Fate doth surely will thee,

And as fateful faithful often doth thee most pain,

‘Tis only fate by faith which so binds thee with me.

And by Fate, our eternal love be not in vain.

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Poet's notes. Take note of the ABAB rhyming scheme and the overall 12-syllable structure per line. This is not a coincidence. Also, realize that the lining of the "fate" and it's similar sounds are not by accident. Overall, the language is rather Shakespearean. But "thy," "thou," and "thee" should not be confused between each other. Lastly, do notice how the first stanza ties in with the second stanza. First stanza speaks as if it is stating the individual elements of the lavaliere. The second stanza is the gold chain that links all of them together. As for the last stanza, you can infer what it means by reading it.

We're all just here

2010-03-29T06:10:00.001-07:00

It seems like I can't just have a blog like any other to post daily things about me and the going-ons of my life. I need a place to vent. I need a place to say my ideologies and personal agenda without being blatant and offensive. So this blog will serve as just that. My open journal entry.

What I've been thinking about over spring break was the value of human lives. I know I have already discussed in depth of what I personally believe in value of human lives in this post dated back to March 5th. This post will mainly serve as the counter argument of that ideology.

I believe that we, the humans, are here simply by chance. We exist in a world where uncertainties dominate. By definition, in places where there are uncertainties, there are probabilities. By that logic, our world is dominated by probabilities. Our existence is one of the infinite components of this world. Therefore, our existence is dominated by some random probability. In a universe where there are infinite attempts and chances, there's a complex, ever-fluctuating probability that we may or may not exist. That's it. Human lives can be explained by a simple decimal. In this retrospective version of valuing human life, it seems that compared to the grand scheme of the universe, we are merely tiny specs of dust in the vast world that seems uncaring and almighty. So the world can and will exist with or without my own part in this world. In simple words, the world doesn't care if I'm here or not. My existence is a simple true-false argument on an infinitely complex program that is the world. Nothing will change if my Boolean variable is randomly deleted. Because I'm so insignificant, nothing will come out of it regardless of my thoughts and actions over the course of my lifetime.

The perspective on life really is rather you care for the past of the future. By retrospective logic, one would be compelled to be a nihilist. But by prospective logic, one would rather be hopeful. And it seems that prospective logic is infinitely more productive. Well. That's begging the question. If you highly value life, one would obviously be compelled to do well in it. And here's the perfect analogy. If you really cared about a class, you'd be better off doing well in it than flunking it for the sake of flunking it. On the other hand, if you didn't care about this class, you wouldn't care what grade you got. And because flunking it has the same consequences as acing it, and because flunking it is infinitely easier than acing it, in a nihilist's mind, it is advantageous to flunk life.

People have been asking this question for ages. And this is just my personal attempt at explaining our existence. But I believe that if there's a prospective logic and a retrospective logic, there's a present logic as well. Because we already exist, we should do as well in it for ourselves and no one else regardless of uncertainties and probabilities that shrouds us within. This world is mine and mine alone. And my existence proves the existence of my world. And because in my world there are consequences for flunking life, it is better to ace life than flunk life. It's really about personal preference. It really is. So what's your belief?

Awkwardness is the new black

2010-03-19T14:36:00.000-07:00

When you are communicating (assuming you have no problem placing yourself in communicative situations to begin with), you should listen. And not just listen. But listen to their body language, their tone, eye contact, and the general environment surrounding it. But given that you can communicate like a normal human being, you now need to differentiate your conversation from any other communications he/she has had before. And this is where my awkwardness kicks in.

Whenever I meet new people, I "accidentally" say awkward things. Surprisingly, this has worked well for me. People remember me better and try to get to know me better when I'm awkward than not. You guys should really try this sometime. Being awkward is, in essence, one of the most underrated social tools practiced.

Think about it. Name any random mnemonic devices you remember. You can never remember the obvious ones. But you know what? The random ones stick by with you for a long long time. For example, during my freshman year in high school, we had to memorize state capitals for United States as a part of Human Geography class. I was obviously freaking out since I'm not from here. But someone told me that Minnesota kinda looks like... St. Paul... A person... Hmm...

NO IT DOES NOT! But what does matter is the fact that the awkwardness of the capital's name stuck with me. And I will never forget the state capital of Minnesota.

It's the same in communication. If you mention something awkward by "accident," you two will just laugh about it. But he/she will for sure remember you as "that person I had an awkward moment with." And it works beautifully. And it works wonders. People I don't remember having conversations with often come up to me and talk to me as if they've known me for years. And it's always refreshing to know people remember me.

tl;dr: Being awkward is probably one of the best ways to make people remember you since now everyone follows the same cookie cutter conversation topics.

Punting on a 4th and inches.

2010-03-14T11:01:00.000-07:00

Since I have three midterms and a major paper to write before spring break, it is time to blog. I mean, it is really only when we do have things to do, we do other things. I clean when I have an imminent academic outline/paper/test monster to slay the next morning. Laundry and guitar usually works well for me too. But otherwise, it's really not until 2 AM where I realize that I only have 6 total hours to write an 800-word essay on whether or not God exists. God. That fucking sucks. Oh wait. That's me.

I mean, it can't be that difficult to just buckle down and get 'er done. Is it just me or is Sunday night THE night to do homework? It's not like I'm a born procrastinator. But something about doing homework at the last minute that seems so attractive. Maybe we enjoy the thrill of the pressure we place on ourselves by doing everything at the last minute. Where's the fun when you finish things early? I mean, if I gonna do meaningless things anyway, then doing meaningless things first then homework virtually the same for if I did homework then meaningless things?

On unrelated note, I think I found something I've always been craving. And no it's not sex. It's Go. One of the most complex - if not THE most - game where there's absolutely no such thing as beginner's luck. If one was to be considered "good" at Go, one would have to know what the eff is going on. It's kinda like StarCraft. You can be a beginner and do a Barracks rush right next to an enemy Command Center. But if you don't have the skill to pull of the surprise tactic then it's just a waste of time. This is nothing like Mario Kart: Double Dash where anyone can come back from fourth to first in the seventh lap of Baby Park with a lightning and a Starman. Or in Super Smash Brothers Brawl where any Smash Ball is legitimate reason to cry yourself to sleep. Or when you're fighting a boss in Arkham Asylum with health bar with the size of Dick Cheney's soul only to die when a common thug just happens to take a swing at your face when you fall back to avoid a death laser beam rocketing at your face.

Anyways. Back to the pointless bitching. I think Hikaru no Go is in my all-time top 5 manga. Right up there with Slam Dunk, Dragon Ball Z, Yotsuba&!, and 두근두근두근거려. I'm just surprised I don't have Suzuka up there. I mean, as a hopeless romantic, I should love everything about any romcom mangas. But most of them are so typical or formulaic. And the shounen romcom mangas with a decent characters are usually harem or ecchi like Love Hina and Mahou Sensei Negima. Samething applies to Suzuka. It's a typical harem romance. And Yamato is anything but worthy of my sympathy.

*sigh* I guess I should go back to work. But there's something absolutely captivating about my new guitar that makes me want to drop whatever I'm doing and just drool over it with insatiable enthusiasm. Maybe I'll just go back... Just maybe.

The eventuality of something more amazing

2010-03-05T16:12:00.000-08:00

I'll be damned if I can answer anything specific on this post.

Recently, I've been talking to few apathetic people. I will not name any here - as I never do name anyone specific anyway - but their complaints are generally rather well-formed and valid. And their argument is that when the world seems to vast and everything they do seem so infantile and futile against the general flow of the world that everything doable suddenly seems incoherent and purposeless. So they choose to live in a world devoid of meaning and therefore action to somehow justify their lack of motivation. This is a very dangerous thought. Not simply because it is destructive thought, but because it is a valid, and seemingly sound argument that is ridiculously hard to refute with anything short of divine intervention. Mundane everyday life, is well, everyday life. As witnessed by the general society, the boring routine of daily things will numb any brain incapable of breaking from the habitual things. There is really no true answer to this question. What is a value of a life? At least in a mathematical proof where the value of the world is constant at 1, as the population grows bigger, your share in the grand scheme of things only gets smaller. In the grandest of the imaginable dimension where all probabilities are covered and all universes are contained, we humans only occupy about 70,000 cubic-centimeter of volume in a universe that is infinitely big - and still yet expanding. So the nihilist will argue, what's so important about human life? The moral values and codes we set are all arbitrary anyway. And societal expectations only degrade human-kind as a whole. Well. Mister Nihilist. If you asked me the same question two years ago, I would have agreed unconditionally. After all, I did write a facebook note about nihilistic perceptions in the first place anyway.

Because at one time or another, everyone will realize that everything is all for naught. Not because you are weak, or incapable of changing the world, or not loved. But because the world is vast and whatever we do will be undone by another generation of people who are like me and you.

But you're missing something critical here. You assume that the world is fair. And it's not. The world is not a zero-sum game. For example, the human behavior of altruism is truly a lose-lose situation where nothing physical is gained for either parties. And why must the value of the world stay consistent at 1? Why can't it grow? Heck, I can theorize that the value of the world is positively correlational, relatively exponential, to the growth in human population.

But that doesn't mean jack shit. In fact, assuming that the world is a fair place is a faulty, horrible, assumption that shouldn't be taken for granted at all. There are other ways to prove that human beings are worth more than the inverse of human population. And that is personal aspirations and goals. And they differ from each person to person. For example, I could say Mother Theresa's personal aspiration was charity work. She enjoyed what she did and she did a damn good job at that. If charity work satisfied her life, then nothing else needed to be done to make it better. Personally, I thrive on many things including poetry, horror movie critiquing, talking to random strangers on buses, practicing Go/Baduk online and through kifus, drinking coffee, shopping, and secretly laughing at other people's poor fashion sense and making possible adjustments to that person in particular. It's the personal aspirations that drive me forward.

And the only thing that actually place any value on my life is the value of morality and conscience. Assuming you the reader aren't religious, nothing happens to us after we die. In that case, we'd be losing conscience and our moral values in exchange for eternal slumber. I don't know about you, but to be honest, my thought process and my possible impact on other humans are too important for me to abandon. Soon, my position in society will soon ensue. As I age, I suppose I will be a father and a husband where I can't be selfish anymore and my personal value is more than what I have to offer myself. And thus, all the more reasons not to be selfish over myself. Life's about doing something. Being nihilist is just a self-gratuitous excuse for "I'm a smart procrastinator that doesn't want to explain why I don't care about you as a singular entity of human being."

Why insurance company is a necessary "evil"

2010-02-28T21:20:00.000-08:00

This is a continuation from the last post.

I know exactly why you would think that insurance companies are evil. I mean, insurance companies are basically cockroach-like corporations that slowly eat away your already-low income with persistently high premiums that you can't really do anything individually to kill it. It's probably not too hard to hate on multi-billion corporations who stow away billions of dollars in reserves, thus slowing this already snail-like market.

But this is where I come in. I'm a student of actuarial science. No. It's not "actual" science or any derivation thereof. But it's one of the most clever inventions of modern mathematics. What we actuaries do is pool risks and form a regression model that charges enough premium to cover all possible benefits payments, profit margin, cost of operation, and time value of money.

In layman's terms, we actuaries try to calculate a value of risk through mathematical equations.

(Please insert WTF-cat here.)

As I stated, insurance probably one of the best inventions of modern mathematics. And here's why: everyone benefits here. The insurance company will guarantee a rare benefit payment in exchange for a constant premium payments. And insureds in return get to transfer their risks to the insurance companies in exchange of relatively-low premium payments. While each loss alone is rare and unpredictable event, many insureds and many regression models allow actuaries - and therefore insurance companies - to predict present value of future benefit payments weighted by time value of money and mortality rate of the insured's property or life. This exchange of risks in promise of guaranteed payments lower the likelihood of business failures from a rare incident, or help out a devastated family in face of natural disaster like Hurricane Katrina.

What insurance companies do with the premium payments is usually different for each company. But most of the time, they reinvest it in commercial and/or private markets to account for time value of money factor. That way, the reserves, while being fluid enough to transfer from insurance companies to insureds, still covers all the bases in expected inflation and depression. In times like this where interest rate is low, it is really the insurance companies that are "losing." In times where they have anticipated a higher rate of return, all they are getting is crappy returns from available markets that shrink the reserve amounts. So it's really not that insurance companies are winners. They really aren't.

I feel like I'm kinda rambling here. And I'm pretty sure I haven't covered all the bases. But insurance companies are amazingly useful in balancing out the unpredictable spectrum of risk by pooling it then reinvesting through more insightful resources. You may ask me questions in the comment section. I probably won't be able to answer them all. But I'll try my best.

Why Canadians aren't Americans

2010-02-24T13:33:00.000-08:00

Mister FluffyRainbowUnicorn brought up a very good point in our routine screaming contest about absolutely nothing. Why is the label "American" exclusive to the people of United States? Why aren't Canadians considered "American?" He argues that since Americans describe people who live in the two American continents, Canadians should be "American" as well. He says that since people of Europe can be correctly referred as Europeans regardless of their nationalities, people of America should be referred as Americans regardless of their nationalities.

Why, Mr. FRU. You bring up a very good point. And before I go insane, let me commend you in the awesomeness of your argument here. In essence, your argument is valid and somewhat sound. Since both the people of Canada and people of United States both live in the North America, and since people of United States are called Americans, they should both be "Americans." The two premises here are true and therefore the conclusion is true as well. Thus, this argument is valid and sound. So I'll give you the props for coming up with a reasonable, legitimate argument. It's very difficult to do so.

However, what you don't realize is that there is a clear form of fallacy located within the heart of this argument that makes it... Simply wrong. And it's called the fallacy of equivocation. Don't mind the wikipedia quote here. But fallacy of equivocation in a layman's definition says that an argument is invalid if it uses two definitions of the same word. In your case, you use two different definitions of American. In the first part, you use "American" to describe the "people of United States." In the second part, however, you use "American" to describe the inhabitants of the continent North America.

So there, your argument is invalid.

On a brighter note, I can't believe how ignorant the normal people are about insurance companies. They are NOT evil. In fact, they're probably the most moral professions aside from doctors and bartenders. They charge based on risk. They help you feel safe. And in fact, the current society can't function without them. But from the everyday perspective, most people feel that insurance companies are robbing them of money. But if I wanted to prove that the insurance companies are not indeed evil, you'd have to stick around for a while. I would need to explain how insurance works. And that'd take all the course materials from FIN 230, MATH 471, and MATH 472 for me to explain why insurance is a necessary good.

I guess that wasn't such a bright note at all...

I have a short fuse.

2010-02-21T06:55:00.000-08:00

Fine. I admit it. I get angry easily. Whether it is Pat Robertson getting any sort of good reputation or an annoying Physics major in the back of my PHIL 101 class who lack all common sense known to man, all I ever want to do in frustrating "shituations" is just get in an octagonal MMA cage in duke it out GSP-style.

But sometimes, there comes a shituation when you really can't do anything. For example, I went back home twice this Friday. TWICE. I took a day off my normal routine and visited an AllState Corp. in Northbrook for an actuarial science field. But of course, I didn't realize that the AllState Corp was in Northbrook. For some stupid reason, I thought we were going to Peoria. So when I realized I was just mere 5 minutes away from my home, I just had to say no. Really.

The Blue Balloon

2010-02-17T20:01:00.000-08:00

(This is the namesake of this blog. Something that defines me on multiple levels.)

The Blue Balloon

Through the lonely path,
Between the naked trees,
Stands a young man
With a blue balloon.

His solemn eyes,
Filled with his wonders and worries,
Betray none of his troubled mind.

The man asks the balloon,
"Will you love me even
If everything was a lie and
The only truth left over were
The times we've spent together?"

The blue balloon,
Filled with his wonders and worries,
Just dances to the wind's whisper.

"I'm just a balloon,
Enjoying my balloon ways,"
Squeaks the balloon,
"I'm just a figment of
Your sick imagination.
I couldn't be your friend."

With a particular nod,
And a sudden strong breeze,
The blue balloon is gone,
Waving goodbye with his fickle tail.

Through the cloudless skies,
Above two gloomy eyes,
Flies the blue balloon
Without a young man.

This blog and what it means to me.

2010-02-16T10:49:00.000-08:00

I don't have any followers. No one other than myself know of its existence. However, I'm not bitter that no one knows because one day someone will find "like the blue balloon" like a pearl midst a pool of dirt after a rainfall. And because discovering something so precious amongst things so invaluable is that much more satisfying, this blog will exist. And like a blue balloon from my poem "The Blue Balloon" this blog will just float about, envisioning the adult world with child-like words and grown-up perspective.

Speaking of which, I need to tell other people that I have a blog. I can name many that will drop by from time to time to see if something came up in my life. But there will only be a handful who actually understand these words for their respective values. I'm not saying I'm a closed book. I'm really not. But I think that reading "like the blue balloon" is a good start to getting to know me that is a blue balloon, full of not just warm air but all the life that the countless number of breaths provided at one point.

Yeah, that was a dream.

2010-02-14T07:33:00.000-08:00

I had a dream that I had like a thousand followers and thousands of comments per posts. That was then I realized it was my dream. Even in my dream, I can't have a thousand followers.

I swear it was voodoo!

2010-02-11T11:11:00.000-08:00

I'm not an Apple person. I never was, am not now, and will never be. I feel like Apple products represent all dimwitted upper class who's got a lot in their leather Burberry wallets and nothing in their shallow heads. I mean, I guess Apple has its merits in the video editing department. But truth - lo and behold - is that majority of people who use macbooks DON'T need macbooks. And they're probably better off with something like a netbook. Small, capable, and powerful enough to do daily things without seeming like a pompous college student.

And why does everyone believe that Apple is an "underdog"? Apple is a ridiculous corporation with more resemblance to the "PC guy" than Justin Long in the numerous PC vs. Mac commercials. iPod has long since outsold Microsoft's Zune ever since the launch of Zune. There's absolutely no reason why Apple should be considered an underdog. That's like cheering for the New England Patriots in XLII because they seemed like they were the cinderella story after all. I mean, the true cinderella of this battle is Linux, not Apple OR Microsoft. No one ever notices the beauty of Linux until someone else notices it first.

In any case, Apple sucks hardcore and should burn in Microsoft hell since - as terrible as iPad is - it's going to outsell any netbook currently in market for the next five years combined.

Beginnning of something new

2010-02-09T13:43:00.000-08:00

So I gave in.

After years of planning and preparing - well, not really - I have finally created a blog for myself. No one will take note of this beginning. I can't guarantee that this beginning is any more creative or innovative than the last. But it is this beginning where I begin to tell my tale of my short life. I'm not a prolific writer. And as you'll find out, I'm just another lost soul in a vortex of modern world.

So get settled in. Mr. Blue Balloon is in town and he's got sappy stories and ridiculous conclusions to share with you.