tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481193806627828312024-03-05T12:07:22.734+08:00忧人自扰 扰自忧PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-12976604899422960342010-01-30T23:54:00.003+08:002010-01-31T00:13:32.359+08:00Back<div align="justify">I'm back. Back to this blog, and back from New Zealand. Still on my off till <del>21st Feb</del> 7th Feb because as always, got cancelled.<br /><br />The place I am in is getting more and more irritating. You have someone there who wants to do every single useless thing, someone who lies, someone who irritates, and someone who always cancel our off and leaves. Though I mentioned other people, there is one person who lies in all the four categories. Seriously, why do all these useless stuffs when after 2 years, you fuck off? With it cheating us of our labour and money, why bother doing stuffs for them?<br /><br />Even when the hired are useless and unproductive, why must we conscripts cover up for them? Just so because they abused their authority? Or because they just don't give a damn?<br /><br />I am sick and tired of all this lies from this screwed up organisation, and from you, who overwrites hierarchy and schemes upon every single person, especially me. Try it again, and I will have things my way.</div>PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-76217924471785061542009-01-18T16:15:00.000+08:002009-01-18T16:16:53.745+08:00Japanese the forever WTF<object width="403" height="337"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aj7f3B1VCYM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aj7f3B1VCYM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="403" height="337"></embed></object>PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-26624700992036723962009-01-10T22:47:00.001+08:002009-01-10T22:50:41.976+08:00Mactini<div align="justify">Buy me one please~~~!!!<br /><br /><object width="403" height="250"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/noe3kR8KqJc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/noe3kR8KqJc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="403" height="250"></embed></object></div>PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-25170473828449456102009-01-01T20:32:00.002+08:002009-01-01T20:36:46.955+08:00Almost<div align="justify">Almost, almost, almost, ALMOST!!!<br /><br />Lets bring back a post exactly 1 year ago <a href="http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-so-new-year.html">here</a>.<br /><br />As for the question, the answer is that they opened their garage on the 2nd floor. Another dumb answer from [miin] is that they forgot to open their shop for business.<br /><br />Next part of the question: After they found out they have not been having any customers, they decided to change line. They got together to rent a taxi to take turns to drive. However, they still don't have customers. Why? Aparrently, most people got this question correct on their 1st try.</div>PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-4968792782307542732008-12-25T15:47:00.002+08:002008-12-25T15:54:09.663+08:00Fuck you, understand?<div align="justify">20 is counted by 1, 2, 3 not o, n, e, 1, t, w, o, 2.<br /><br />F, u, c, k, fuck, y, o, u, you, fuck you.<br /><br /><br /><br />Everybody got it wrong. They had everything prepared for them to do the busniess. Just that they did one thing wrong. Not anything got to do with their skills, pricing, knowledge. And their garage is indeed <span style="color:#ff0000;">accessible by their customers</span>. </div>PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-76147596908668247992008-12-21T19:48:00.004+08:002008-12-21T20:34:14.866+08:00Last 12 hours + 4 idiots<div align="justify">I actually had no intentions of doing this at all, but I seriously couldn't find anything else I can do during this last 12 hours before needing to report back into camp.<br /><br />For those who still don't know, I am being posted to 24SA / ARTY OPR - FATA LOCATOR. Don't ask, I don't know whats that. Some say slack, some say fucked up. I just hope they don't ask me to make up my 12km on the first week.<br /><br />So there it goes again. This place maybe deserted for another 1 year 9 months.<br /><br /><br />Let me ask you a question before ending:<br /><br />4 idiots wanted to start a business. So they went for courses to learn how to repair cars. After they graduate, they opened a garage. Yet, they have no business. Why? Keep me occupied in camp, SMS me your answers.</div>PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-88975619218421482972008-12-18T22:05:00.002+08:002008-12-18T22:26:18.121+08:00Taxi drivers do the wildest things<div align="justify">Behind the wheels for almost all the time they are awake, they have the most experience in driving, and it is so that they think they are the king of the roads.<br /><br />They do many things. Some heroic, some stupid, and some just plain dumb.<br /><br />Yesterday, I saw one squeezed through 2 cars in a 2 lane road. Wonder how many side mirrors had he damaged before mastering this skill.<br /><br />One of the most dangerous times was when the driver drove into a road, in the opposite direction. Then slammed the brakes when he saw an approaching car. Thank God I'm alive, I mean Allah, no, Buddah. Heck I am free thinker.<br /><br />They always like to talk. Its alright to be talking throughout the whole journey, but its not if he is scolding. Once my friend forgot to close the boot, and the driver scolded him all the way from Pasir Ris to Boon Lay.<br /><br />Another mad driver drove at 120, in addition to going left and right, in and out. The driver was a female. Awesome.<br /><br />And one had his car decorated with many (keyword: many) statues, and was listening to scriptures while driving. So spiritual, so Buddahic.<br /><br />There they are, roaming the streets now.</div>PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-48439152213229342342008-12-17T10:47:00.002+08:002008-12-17T10:57:40.683+08:00Been a long time<div align="justify">So dead during this 3 months, stuck on an ulu island, which when we all so eager to get out from, someone swam onto it.<br /><br />Anyway, POP lo!!! Heck so what? 1 year 9 months more.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGyC03xUjkN4iSNaSLK6Evfdy_fwd6BLYCy4XKUYxRrMk05heAh-Q3CjXRH-5MaKyJinfEpc0QagTa_rLOKhDWzs6aGf_IveHrRr82mjVGCjbFuL3gnwRIVUqA6P2K1Ff8N8baVf5Nuf0/s1600-h/IMG_0403.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280585969001796658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGyC03xUjkN4iSNaSLK6Evfdy_fwd6BLYCy4XKUYxRrMk05heAh-Q3CjXRH-5MaKyJinfEpc0QagTa_rLOKhDWzs6aGf_IveHrRr82mjVGCjbFuL3gnwRIVUqA6P2K1Ff8N8baVf5Nuf0/s320/IMG_0403.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Quite a disgrace was the march pass.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGdz3Pr07Mz-CkbzpN-JhWcl6kY-P-Y5lHzdPbx2nQai6H3dui59slAmqMVY7H0qwMuA2MBv7AWssC-K575apM2RtsN8NxBTXtYUy0MnhW823AXB7hDYjyYLNcrZazAtdPCyASeTTZ5Uc/s1600-h/IMG_0387.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280585974558769106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGdz3Pr07Mz-CkbzpN-JhWcl6kY-P-Y5lHzdPbx2nQai6H3dui59slAmqMVY7H0qwMuA2MBv7AWssC-K575apM2RtsN8NxBTXtYUy0MnhW823AXB7hDYjyYLNcrZazAtdPCyASeTTZ5Uc/s320/IMG_0387.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Explains all. Don't worry, I am not inside. Really.<br /><br />These few days is just rotting at home awaiting posting. Except for going out with someone for swimming, whom he didn't bring his trunks, and another whom don't know how to use the locker.<br /></div>PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-73675376346224316012008-11-02T18:31:00.000+08:002008-11-02T18:32:06.866+08:00HereStill alive.PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-51341771428840267462008-10-05T08:19:00.002+08:002008-10-05T08:20:10.307+08:00Its the season againLets choose a fabric and make a set of uniform for your family!PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-1131871884764559472008-09-27T08:39:00.002+08:002008-09-27T08:41:59.998+08:00:D<div align="justify">I am back, with nothing to say. To say inside, its just like that, you have heard so many times and you don't need me to repeat it again.<br /><br />I think my blog will just be this kind of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">spammage</span> posts for the next 2 years.</div>PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-73064639088547612312008-09-23T23:43:00.000+08:002008-09-23T23:43:00.548+08:00Still moving<div align="justify">Weird right? I should be in Tekong now and yet its still moving! Tell you a secret... I have Internet access in Tekong. LIKE REAL!</div>PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-89641848120186561052008-09-18T15:51:00.000+08:002008-09-18T15:51:00.904+08:00I liedOkay, I lied. It haven't even been a week and my blog starts to move.PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-21394846881653898582008-09-13T10:11:00.002+08:002008-09-13T10:14:35.293+08:00A story<div align="justify">Let me tell you a story. It goes: Once upon a time, there were 3 people. The nosey, the irritating and the dumb. And they all disappeared. Including me. So you wouldn't be seeing this blog move in the next few weeks.</div>PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-84707272823086133402008-09-11T19:16:00.003+08:002008-09-11T19:26:49.955+08:003 seconds vs 6 seconds<div align="justify">It just takes 3 seconds to look at a person's face, from the forehead to the chin. That is exactly how much time is needed to admire beauty. However, what does it mean when you take more than 3 seconds? 3 seconds to look, and another 3 seconds to ponder why he/she is so ugly.<br /><br />So, a few days ago, I stared at some messed up Barbie doll. Her face was already funny enough, yet she thought she was pretty. She did tried very hard to act gorgeous, but that face and hair totally turned her efforts backwards. She looks even more messed up with her actions. In fact, I was wondering why she had the money to buy cosmetics but not the money to buy a mirror.<br /><br />Next time, if a person glances at you, you are not ugly. If a person stares at you, go get a mirror. Maybe for her, a haircut and some makeup lessons. </div>PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-33921518922623171092008-09-07T08:52:00.000+08:002008-09-07T09:10:03.154+08:00Banglah fetish<div align="justify">Apparently, someone from Turkey had a sudden Banglah fetish on 10 Aug 2008 at 8:35am. He searched for "banglahs porn" in Google and got linked to my blog due to 2 of my posts. The Banglahs in public transport MRT post, and porn in the computer safety post. Quite funny, thinking that someone actually came to my blog, hoping to find Banglahs naked.<br /><br />And also, someone from Hong Kong got cheated. "i am being cheated what should I do" on 29 Aug 2008 at 3:07pm. So here, let me tell you what to do. Cheat back, cry, or go die.</div>PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-57540511450079722172008-09-03T08:44:00.001+08:002008-09-03T08:46:34.596+08:00Don't blink!<object width="403" height="337"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/haVljmK21-4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/haVljmK21-4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="403" height="337"></embed></object><br /><br />Just a filler till I get some topics to blog on.PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-19375516313491771202008-08-27T20:25:00.004+08:002008-08-27T21:03:28.661+08:00The difference<div align="justify">Boring Sunday, 12.35pm. Mary was all alone at home, and feeling bored. She picked up the phone and started scrolling through her contacts. She decides to call her close friend Ivy out to do some window shopping, waste away the boring Sunday.<br /><br />Ivy steps into the bathroom and took a bath. Put on some makeup after bathing, and starts choosing clothes from her huge collection of clothes. It was already 1.26pm when she is all ready to go out. She looks out of the window and saw some dark clouds. She ignored it and put on her shoes, opens the door and steps out of the house.<br /><br />She reaches the bus stop and saw a young boy together with his grandmother standing in the bay, waiting for the bus. She proceeds to stand behind them. Just as she passed the boy, she heard a loud crash. Turning around, she saw a huge truck coming towards her. The truck knocked down both the boy and his grandmother. Ivy wasn't spared.<br /><br />They three died on the spot.<br /><br /><br />Sad story? Hold you thoughts first and read this other version:<br /><br />Boring Sunday, 12.35pm. Mary was all alone at home, and feeling bored. She picked up the phone and started scrolling through her contacts. She decides to call her close friend Ivy out to do some window shopping, waste away the boring Sunday.<br /><br />Ivy steps into the bathroom and took a bath. Put on some makeup after bathing, and starts choosing clothes from her huge collection of clothes. It was already 1.26pm when she is all ready to go out. She looks out of the window and saw some dark clouds. She ignored it and put on her shoes, opens the door and steps out of the house. Her phone suddenly rang. It was Mary. "Its going to rain soon, do you want to bring an umbrella?". Ivy reaches out her hand to take an umbrella, and steps out of her house.<br /><br />She reaches the bus stop and saw a young boy together with his grandmother standing in the bay, waiting for the bus. She proceeds to stand behind them. Just then, she heard a loud crash. Turning around, she saw a huge truck coming towards her. The truck knocked down both the boy and his grandmother. The truck missed Ivy in just a few centimetres.<br /><br />They two died on the spot.<br /><br /><br />Okay, my point here is not about how jinx Mary is, for giving Ivy such a close shave with death. Its about how that split second of reaching out for an umbrella saved Ivy's life. Of course, I don't mean that you have to reach out for an umbrella every time you go out.<br /><br />Some small differences in life can actually make a big difference. However, we never know how the future will be, how things will evolve. We can't avoid any of this mishaps if we didn't know at first how it will end.<br /><br />What you think and do may not be what you will get, for some small differences can result in some totally different results.<br /><br />Now, the moral of my post? There's nothing you can do at all, really. (Okay, that was lame, wasted my few minutes of life to blog.)<br /><br />Also, poor boy and grandmother, died in both scenarios.</div>PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-36633985218474342302008-08-22T17:11:00.002+08:002008-08-22T17:30:32.553+08:00Pig Floor<div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;">J</span>~<span style="color:#ff0000;">u</span>!<span style="color:#ff0000;">d</span>{<span style="color:#ff0000;">y</span><span style="color:#000000;"> </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">J</span>#<span style="color:#ff0000;">u</span>$<span style="color:#ff0000;">s</span>%<span style="color:#ff0000;">t</span>^<span style="color:#ff0000;">u</span>&<span style="color:#ff0000;">s</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">A</span>*<span style="color:#ff0000;">b</span>(<span style="color:#ff0000;">r</span>)<span style="color:#ff0000;">a</span>_<span style="color:#ff0000;">h</span>+<span style="color:#ff0000;">a</span>\<span style="color:#ff0000;">m</span><br /><br />Now she has to take classes irregardless of whether she has calls to make or counselling or wants to eat (makes that popular "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wtf</span>" hand signal).<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Apparently</span>, this overseas concoction from India pushed away classes at the last minute just to mess up our schedule. Now, she has no authority to do that. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Muahaha</span>.<br /><br />Everyone is happy at the end of the day, maybe except for the piggy floor.<br /></div></span>PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-31167496084295875552008-08-19T18:53:00.003+08:002008-08-19T19:05:07.354+08:00And the point?<div align="justify">China players, China trainer.<br /><br />Medal is Singapore's.<br /><br />Singapore still have to give money to these China players.<br /><br />So what did Singapore gain?<br /><br />A medal.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Generosity, by giving money.</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Shame, of Singaporeans being so happy over that medal which doesn't at all belongs to Singapore.</span></div>PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-38398778703215319452008-08-14T21:20:00.003+08:002008-08-14T22:21:14.205+08:00The line<div align="justify">The boy picked up the phone, and was greeted by heartbreaking news - his father was found dead. (I sound like some story teller at this point.)<br /><br />Police received a report at 12.35pm, in which a man was reported dead. Ambulance arrived bit too late to save the heart attack man. Upon reaching the scene, the boy understood everything. With arms around the boy's shoulder, the police officer consoled the boy, for each man has to die one day. The boy didn't like the kindliness at all. Not for which that his father is now dead, but for he was found dead in Geylang, in one of the houses. The report was made by the prostitute.<br /><br />Sobs and tears from the boy were not for the unfortunate event. Rather, it was for the once admired dad, whom had sheltered all dangers, and rained love and care for the family. Geylang shop house was the last place his son would ever wanted his dad to be found dead.<br /><br />During the wake, relatives and friends came forth to speak of his respectable character. He was a good man; that was the line (this line is not the line in the title) that hummed through the boy's ears the whole day. They praised how good he was before he had died like they never knew he died during an intercourse. The boy was perturbed, from the first second that his father's death was linked with Geylang. He had wished for relatives and friends to stop labeling his father as a good man. Geylang he abhorred.<br /><br />With reluctance, the boy stepped into that very shop house, and looked for that very prostitute. He was seduced the very moment he stepped into the room. (For you out there, this has nothing to do with HornTail at all.) The long slender hand moved up his shorts, only to be stopped by the boy. (So, you are thinking of something else...) That was not the reason he is sitting on the bed his father died on, rather, he still had the hope of retaining his father's image. His hope vanished the moment he sat on the bed.<br /><br />He walks out of the room with heavy footsteps. The good image of his father is now gone forever.<br /><br /><br />Now, was the father a good man like everyone claimed, or was he a bad man like how the boy found out? That is the line of the post. The thin line between good and bad. That is how the world operates. What may seem correct may seem wrong in other person's eyes. That line, is defined by you.<br /></div><div align="justify">What's your line in life?</div><div align="justify"><br />Out of post: Currently, there is a man in the carpark, with a piece of towel around his neck, and balancing a filled waterbottle on his head while walking up and down the carpark. Now, this is the line between sane and insane.</div>PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-28247734600900608712008-08-12T18:23:00.003+08:002008-08-12T19:09:03.143+08:00Sadists vs Spasms vs Determined players without spasms<div align="justify">Ever played one of those games that is a top-down shooting where u control a small plane, hold on to the fire button, and dodge bullets? If you haven't, here's <a href="http://www.2dplay.com/red-plane/red-plane-play.htm">one</a> for you to try.<br /><br />Can you even manage to complete the first stage? Most people can't. You thought that was hard enough, see this:<br /><br /><object height="337" width="403"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VTQOTpSnuRw&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VTQOTpSnuRw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="403" height="337"></embed></object><br /><br />Sadistic Japaneses.<br /><br />Even more sadisticy:<br /><br /><object height="337" width="403"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l89gJrrnkCw&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l89gJrrnkCw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="403" height="337"></embed></object><br /><br />Crazy sadistic Japanese game programmers.<br /><br />How about this?:<br /><br /><object width="403" height="337"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ji88FmxemAs&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ji88FmxemAs&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="403" height="337"></embed></object><br /><br />I would have to say, that gamer pwned that sadistic programmer.<br /><br />Its a great blessing I don't play Japanese games.</div>PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-73777851983405593392008-08-08T19:16:00.003+08:002008-08-08T19:35:35.954+08:00_|_<div align="justify">First, I have to give a reason for not coming on for so long. I was kind of carried away by my job due to the number of shows, and sleep debts.<br /><br />Next, I have to say, they realised their mistakes. "Dentist-like ingredient" doesn't show on Colgate Total Professional Clean anymore.<br /><br />Finally, I am still alive.<br /><br />Ok the truth: I have nothing to blog about.</div>PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-33723061225119195912008-08-01T19:47:00.003+08:002008-08-01T20:14:27.448+08:00Not what you want it to be<div align="justify">Ask this question, describe biology. There are bound to be answers like: its factual and its just all facts that you remember and memorize. Agreed? Agreed.<br /><br />The brain controls your everything through the nervous system. It controls your speech, your limbs, your emotions, it controls you. Agreed? Agreed. You agreed, I don't.<br /><br />Just because:<br /><br />When you do something, people stop you.<br />When you say something, people scold you.<br />When you need something, no one gives it to you.<br />When you give something, no one wants it.<br />When you want it to stop, it continues.<br />When you want it to continue, it stops.<br /><br />In short, nothing goes according to the way you want it.<br /><br />So, do your brain control you? Or people around you that is really controlling you?<br /><br />Biology sucks, or rather, people hindering you sucks. I wish to live in a world where there is just me. Yet I can't! SEE! It just doesn't goes the way you want it.</div>PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-42521940657732520142008-07-31T06:05:00.000+08:002008-07-31T06:06:15.994+08:00ABC咸菜炒面包PeSSiMiStiSmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486noreply@blogger.com0