One's great victories should not be at the expense of others.

We all have that desire to win. We always want to win in something; tournaments, competitions, even contests. But what measures have we been using to win all that we desire to? Do we severely injure our opponents to the point of withdrawal? Do we discredit our opponents with skeletons in their closets? Or even put down our opponents to the point where they break physically, mentally or emotionally?

Winning at all costs in ugliest of fashions is a defeat of humanity in itself, no matter how great the victory is. What is the use of celebrating your glorious victory when your nearest opponent licks his open wounds in defeat, contemplating what he had done to deserve the injuries inflicted by your unethical ways to win? By winning using such methods, you have lost your human spirit. You are thinking of nothing else but winning at all costs. You even resort to annihilation to achieve the victory, no matter how minuscule or grandiose it is. In short, you have won everything there is to win, but you have lost yourself. That is the nature of winning at all costs.

What goes on the competition field stays in the competition field. You may be enemies from the kick-off to the end, but when the final whistle blows, congratulate your opponents and shake their hands to appreciate the great battle you and your opponent have made in the competition. When your opponent is injured, halt the game and help him. When you have won, encourage him to train harder. When you have lost, acknowledge him for his victory. You may be rivals during the duration of the competition, be it several seconds or several hours, but outside of it, have a friendly banter over a cup of coffee. That is the nature of a model sportsman.

Remember, great victories should not be achieved at the expense of others. It is the way to achieve and sustain the human spirit in this world.

The extended network called 'human beings'

Have a look at the contact lists in your Windows Live Messenger or Yahoo Messenger or whatever. Or have a look at your friends list in Friendster. Take a look deeper into their profiles (without spying, that is). Then think for a second: is it possible that your friends and contacts are more than meets their profiles?

Yes. But not in a personal point of view, that is. What I'm saying is, that friend you are looking at might know someone whom you have known but forgotten. Your classmate might have known your ex-girlfriend since primary school. Your former schoolmate might have a relative who's going to elope with a relative of yours. Your teammate in a sports club might be someone whom you knew back in kindergarten but lost contact as time went by. Your brother's friend might be playing in a football club on a regular basis.

We all are intertwined in a grand network of humanity. Once you forge a friendship with someone, you have created a bridge between you and your friend in the network. That bridge between you and your friend links both of you together to those whom you know and whom your friend knows. The more bridges you build, the more connection between us fellow humankind will be created. When you forge a friendship with someone, it's like you forged an acquaintance with the world.

Build a bridge, start by forging friendships with more people, and you'll be one step nearer to knowing the people of the world.

It's 'FOOTBALL', you stupid fat Yanks. FOOTBALL, not soccer. FOOTBALL.

American Football? I'm having a laugh.

Firstly, you have players wearing fibreglass helmets and padding slamming at each other for no reason (or maybe trying to have a gay orgy while they're at it). I recognise another sport which does the same without the helmets and minimal/zero pads, and it's christened rugby. Deduction: American Football = Rugby + Wimps+without+cojones. Afraid to get injured, you pansy Yanks? Players get hit, slammed, dragged, maimed and mauled in rugby, and they bleed through 80 minutes of crazy body-tearing action and still never complain. Compare that to American Football players, and the latter is a pathetic excuse for players of contact sport.

You Yanks call it FOOTBALL? Let's recall the percentage of players kicking the ball in American Football.

Percentage of kicking in American Football: 17.3%
Percentage of ball-handling in American Football: Just about everything else %

Foot. Ball. Get the drift? American Football doesn't.

I'm a bored and lonely idiot who seeks fun doing these random ramblings, so if you enjoy the cheap laughs, thank you. I'm bored. Full-stop. If you don't agree with me, or is considering flagging this blog, read the disclaimer you douche.

Rihanna's Umbrella is the epitome of 'I ran out of ideas so I put up random annoying rhythms in between'.

I hate Rihanna's Umbrella. In all forms.

First up, the background tune's too static. It's like you put a recording of a TV channel which has ceased transmission and gave out nothing but static, put in some beats, and voilà, you have profit whore knocking at your door. There is no rhythmic tune. Full-stop. Shut up, I rule in this blog.

Also, what's with the "Ella, ella, eh eh eh" bullcrap? A stroke victim can sing better tunes than that, and it still won't whore profits and royalty. It's like you put a few seconds of that random nonsense in my ringtone (which is El Chombo's Macarron Chacarron - go Google it or get it from Youtube, you lazy excuse for a human) edit in a few seconds of it and profit. It's just a pathetic rambling, which is definitely NOT this blog entry, of Rihanna and a bad excuse of wasting several seconds of precious digital recording, which can be used to record things like "I am a money-spinning whore" or "American Football is just a profit-whoring excuse for Yankees of a pansy sport".

I DON'T CARE what the lyrics say. If the tune is crap, I'm not listening to it. If the singing is crap, I'm not listening to it - and that goes to you, Ms. Famous-for-being-famous-for-being-famous-for-being-rich. If the whole package is annoying, I'm gonna buy all copies of the recordings and dump it in Mt. Krakatoa.

That's all for my random ramblings for the day. Tune in next time for the next episode of Dragonba- oh sorry, wrong place. For more random ramblings, hit F5 for refresh every 0.298743984327 nanoseconds or you get bad luck for 21348983274987432 millenia.