Poker Brat Rant

It's been long since I have something to complain. After all, this is complaining blog. So. I really need to have something to complain. Actually, lots of things have happened that should have been complained but I just feel that I have grown up a lot to complain about everything.

Anyway, I just feel sick right now. I feel like I have migrated to Bellagio casino in Las Vegas and had taken up professional poker-playing. Yes. The Texas Hold'em Poker application in Facebook is as addictive as gambling is.

What makes this game even more addictive is that we play without using our own money. So, even if you lost 3.3Million chips in one night like I did, who the F cares anyway. But losing money is just part of the danger of compulsive gambling which is non-existant by playing with no real money.

YES. Only the tip of the iceberg as far as I am concerned. There's 2 more things that it makes one lose. It is TIME and SANITY.

Let me elaborate on the life of me, Alberto Ramzi aka Idiot from Northern Europe aka Renaissance man from Western California in the past 3 weeks.

Every extra time I have after studying or doing homework whateva is spent on gambling. In fact, I dunno if I have learnt anything in the past 3 weeks. What an idiotic stint I had. Shambolic performance from a human being. But this is all part of the devil's agenda. YES. F-ing 'game of luck'.

I am taking steps to stop this seemingly unstoppable habit. I am puting time cap now. Freaking time cap. 4 hours only on this lame game. 4 hours?. Sounds long but when u play this freaking game it, time flies like chicken wings fly from the KFC microwave. Hours felt like seconds. In fact, Days feel like seconds when u play this devilish game. WHAT THE FREAKING F is WRONG WITH ME!!!!!!!!!!!!

'Lucky' it's not real money. Yes, it's not. But since it's not real money, the agony of loss is halved so you almost can't stop. Your sanity hangs by a thin thread. Your IQ is irrelevant now. It goes down like the stock markets. Brain cells get destroyed every minute.

This 'disease' is no more a negligible one. It is spreading through my life like a flesh-eating virus. The pain is unfelt but the lost of vital organs must be a major signal for me to stop. But no, somehow losing your hands and feet is passed for the feeling of ecstasy of winning.

I've finally have woken up. Or have I? Maybe just 10% but it's a miracle already.

R.I.P. Ace.Kings.Queens.Jacks. 10.9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,