<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831</id><updated>2012-02-08T13:34:58.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>忧人自扰　扰自忧</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-1297660489942296034</id><published>2010-01-30T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:13:32.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm back. Back to this blog, and back from New Zealand. Still on my off till &lt;del&gt;21st Feb&lt;/del&gt; 7th Feb because as always, got cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-1297660489942296034?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/1297660489942296034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=1297660489942296034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/1297660489942296034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/1297660489942296034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2010/01/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-7621792447178506154</id><published>2009-01-18T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:16:53.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese the forever WTF</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="403" height="337"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aj7f3B1VCYM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aj7f3B1VCYM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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title='Japanese the forever WTF'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-2662470099203672396</id><published>2009-01-10T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:50:41.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mactini</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Buy me one please~~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="403" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/noe3kR8KqJc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/noe3kR8KqJc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2009/01/mactini.html' title='Mactini'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-2517047382844945610</id><published>2009-01-01T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:36:46.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Almost, almost, almost, ALMOST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets bring back a post exactly 1 year ago &lt;a href="http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-so-new-year.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-2517047382844945610?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/2517047382844945610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=2517047382844945610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/2517047382844945610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/2517047382844945610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2009/01/almost.html' title='Almost'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-496879278230754273</id><published>2008-12-25T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T15:54:09.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck you, understand?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;20 is counted by 1, 2, 3 not o, n, e, 1, t, w, o, 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F, u, c, k, fuck, y, o, u, you, fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;accessible by their customers&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-496879278230754273?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/496879278230754273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=496879278230754273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/496879278230754273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/496879278230754273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/12/fuck-you-understand.html' title='Fuck you, understand?'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-7614759690866824799</id><published>2008-12-21T19:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:34:14.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last 12 hours + 4 idiots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it goes again. This place maybe deserted for another 1 year 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask you a question before ending:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-7614759690866824799?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/7614759690866824799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=7614759690866824799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/7614759690866824799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/7614759690866824799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-12-hours-4-idiots.html' title='Last 12 hours + 4 idiots'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-8897561921842148297</id><published>2008-12-18T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:26:18.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxi drivers do the wildest things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do many things. Some heroic, some stupid, and some just plain dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mad driver drove at 120, in addition to going left and right, in and out. The driver was a female. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one had his car decorated with many (keyword: many) statues, and was listening to scriptures while driving. So spiritual, so Buddahic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There they are, roaming the streets now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-8897561921842148297?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/8897561921842148297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=8897561921842148297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8897561921842148297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8897561921842148297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/12/taxi-drivers-do-wildest-things.html' title='Taxi drivers do the wildest things'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-4843915221322934234</id><published>2008-12-17T10:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:57:40.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, POP lo!!! Heck so what? 1 year 9 months more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SUho9ghDlDI/AAAAAAAAAU0/rTqM9NtFBks/s1600-h/IMG_0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280585969001796658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SUho9ghDlDI/AAAAAAAAAU0/rTqM9NtFBks/s320/IMG_0403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a disgrace was the march pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SUho91N8P9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/Ke3yedBCMo4/s1600-h/IMG_0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280585974558769106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SUho91N8P9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/Ke3yedBCMo4/s320/IMG_0387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explains all. Don't worry, I am not inside. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-4843915221322934234?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/4843915221322934234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=4843915221322934234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4843915221322934234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4843915221322934234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/12/been-long-time.html' title='Been a long time'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SUho9ghDlDI/AAAAAAAAAU0/rTqM9NtFBks/s72-c/IMG_0403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-7367537634622431601</id><published>2008-11-02T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:32:06.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here</title><content type='html'>Still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-7367537634622431601?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/7367537634622431601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=7367537634622431601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/7367537634622431601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/7367537634622431601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/11/here.html' title='Here'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-5134177142884026746</id><published>2008-10-05T08:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:20:10.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the season again</title><content type='html'>Lets choose a fabric and make a set of uniform for your family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-5134177142884026746?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/5134177142884026746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=5134177142884026746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/5134177142884026746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/5134177142884026746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-season-again.html' title='Its the season again'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-113187188476455947</id><published>2008-09-27T08:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:41:59.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my blog will just be this kind of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spammage&lt;/span&gt; posts for the next 2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-113187188476455947?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/113187188476455947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=113187188476455947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/113187188476455947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/113187188476455947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/09/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-7306463908854761231</id><published>2008-09-23T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:43:00.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-7306463908854761231?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/7306463908854761231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=7306463908854761231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/7306463908854761231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/7306463908854761231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/09/still-moving.html' title='Still moving'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-8964184812018656105</id><published>2008-09-18T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:51:00.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lied</title><content type='html'>Okay, I lied. It haven't even been a week and my blog starts to move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-8964184812018656105?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/8964184812018656105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=8964184812018656105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8964184812018656105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8964184812018656105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-lied.html' title='I lied'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-2139484688165389858</id><published>2008-09-13T10:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:14:35.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-2139484688165389858?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/2139484688165389858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=2139484688165389858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/2139484688165389858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/2139484688165389858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/09/story.html' title='A story'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-8470727282308613340</id><published>2008-09-11T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:26:49.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 seconds vs 6 seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-8470727282308613340?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/8470727282308613340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=8470727282308613340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8470727282308613340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8470727282308613340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-seconds-vs-6-seconds.html' title='3 seconds vs 6 seconds'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-3392151892262317109</id><published>2008-09-07T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T09:10:03.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banglah fetish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-3392151892262317109?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/3392151892262317109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=3392151892262317109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3392151892262317109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3392151892262317109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/09/banglah-fetish.html' title='Banglah fetish'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-5754051145007972217</id><published>2008-09-03T08:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:46:34.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't blink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="403" height="337"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/haVljmK21-4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/haVljmK21-4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="403" height="337"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a filler till I get some topics to blog on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-5754051145007972217?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/5754051145007972217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=5754051145007972217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/5754051145007972217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/5754051145007972217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-blink.html' title='Don&apos;t blink!'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-1937551631349177120</id><published>2008-08-27T20:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:03:28.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They three died on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad story? Hold you thoughts first and read this other version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They two died on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you think and do may not be what you will get, for some small differences can result in some totally different results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, poor boy and grandmother, died in both scenarios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-1937551631349177120?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/1937551631349177120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=1937551631349177120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/1937551631349177120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/1937551631349177120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/08/difference.html' title='The difference'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-3663398521847434230</id><published>2008-08-22T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T17:30:32.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pig Floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;{&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;#&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;$&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;%&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;^&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;+&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;\&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she has to take classes irregardless of whether she has calls to make or counselling or wants to eat (makes that popular "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;" hand signal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt;, 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. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Muahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is happy at the end of the day, maybe except for the piggy floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-3663398521847434230?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/3663398521847434230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=3663398521847434230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3663398521847434230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3663398521847434230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/08/pig-floor.html' title='Pig Floor'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-3116749608429587555</id><published>2008-08-19T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:05:07.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the point?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;China players, China trainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medal is Singapore's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore still have to give money to these China players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did Singapore gain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Generosity, by giving money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Shame, of Singaporeans being so happy over that medal which doesn't at all belongs to Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-3116749608429587555?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/3116749608429587555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=3116749608429587555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3116749608429587555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3116749608429587555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-point.html' title='And the point?'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-3839877870321531945</id><published>2008-08-14T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:21:14.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The line</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks out of the room with heavy footsteps. The good image of his father is now gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What's your line in life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-3839877870321531945?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/3839877870321531945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=3839877870321531945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3839877870321531945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3839877870321531945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/08/line.html' title='The line'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-2824773460090060871</id><published>2008-08-12T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:09:03.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadists vs Spasms vs Determined players without spasms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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 &lt;a href="http://www.2dplay.com/red-plane/red-plane-play.htm"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; for you to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you even manage to complete the first stage? Most people can't. You thought that was hard enough, see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="337" width="403"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VTQOTpSnuRw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VTQOTpSnuRw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="403" height="337"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadistic Japaneses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more sadisticy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="337" width="403"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l89gJrrnkCw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l89gJrrnkCw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="403" height="337"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy sadistic Japanese game programmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="403" height="337"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ji88FmxemAs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ji88FmxemAs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="403" height="337"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say, that gamer pwned that sadistic programmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a great blessing I don't play Japanese games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-2824773460090060871?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/2824773460090060871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=2824773460090060871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/2824773460090060871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/2824773460090060871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/08/sadists-vs-spasms-vs-determined-players.html' title='Sadists vs Spasms vs Determined players without spasms'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-7377785198340559339</id><published>2008-08-08T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:35:35.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_|_</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I have to say, they realised their mistakes. "Dentist-like ingredient" doesn't show on Colgate Total Professional Clean anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I am still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the truth: I have nothing to blog about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-7377785198340559339?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/7377785198340559339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=7377785198340559339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/7377785198340559339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/7377785198340559339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='_|_'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-3372306122511919591</id><published>2008-08-01T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:14:27.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not what you want it to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you do something, people stop you.&lt;br /&gt;When you say something, people scold you.&lt;br /&gt;When you need something, no one gives it to you.&lt;br /&gt;When you give something, no one wants it.&lt;br /&gt;When you want it to stop, it continues.&lt;br /&gt;When you want it to continue, it stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, nothing goes according to the way you want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do your brain control you? Or people around you that is really controlling you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-3372306122511919591?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/3372306122511919591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=3372306122511919591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3372306122511919591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3372306122511919591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-what-you-want-it-to-be.html' title='Not what you want it to be'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-4252194065773252014</id><published>2008-07-31T06:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T06:06:15.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC</title><content type='html'>咸菜炒面包&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-4252194065773252014?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/4252194065773252014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=4252194065773252014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4252194065773252014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4252194065773252014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/07/abc.html' title='ABC'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-3712340480915758876</id><published>2008-07-24T13:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:25:57.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for being creative</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One plus one equals two.&lt;br /&gt;Two equals one plus one.&lt;br /&gt;One equals two minus one.&lt;br /&gt;Add one to one, you get two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be thinking I am trying to do something stupid. This is exactly what others are doing. Others? Advertisers of toothpaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colgate, Sensodyne, they are all doing the same thing. Trying to call a person to say the same things over and over again. Saying things that we already know, saying things that already lost their meaning. Yet they keep on producing the same commercials over and over again. Just like when you try to say something over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colgate, Sensodyne, they are all doing the same thing. Trying to call a person to say the same things over and over again. Saying things that we already know, saying things that already lost their meaning. Yet they keep on producing the same commercials over and over again. Just like when you try to say something over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colgate, Sensodyne, they are all doing the same thing. Trying to call a person to say the same things over and over again. Saying things that we already know, saying things that already lost their meaning. Yet they keep on producing the same commercials over and over again. Just like when you try to say something over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colgate, Sensodyne, they are all doing the same thing. Trying to call a person to say the same things over and over again. Saying things that we already know, saying things that already lost their meaning. Yet they keep on producing the same commercials over and over again. Just like when you try to say something over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for &lt;a href="http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/06/creativity-is-more-important-than-earth.html"&gt;creativity campaigns&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-3712340480915758876?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/3712340480915758876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=3712340480915758876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3712340480915758876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3712340480915758876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-much-for-being-creative.html' title='So much for being creative'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-596322851770906512</id><published>2008-07-18T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:00:05.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The world is built upon trust - trust between friends, trust amongst family members, trust between colleagues, trust between community, trust between any two living souls. How true. Therefore, it is also true that this world builds upon nothing. Trust, is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NKF, RenCi, you won't see charity shows from these two organisations in the near future. They know, trust is nothing to them anymore. I mean, the fact that NKF didn't have their annual charity show clearly depicts that they know that they get no trust anymore. How about other organisations? How many more charity shows do you think would appear in this year? Still remember few years ago when it can reach up to 5~7 shows per year? How about now? Trust is one thing, one big thing that affects all. One trust affects all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You trust your friends. Yet they tell you black lies (The exact opposite of a white lie, obviously.), they hurt you, they snatch your precious from you, they may just leave you crying. For one who doesn't keep to his words don't deserve trust. For one whom abuses trust don't deserve trust. For one whom trusts people who don't deserve trust, don't deserve trust. Basically, no one deserves to be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much definitions of trust, but what actually is trust? Trust is a choice, a choice for you to make. For the fact that you are here reading my post shows that you made the choice of trusting that what I say makes sense. It may make sense to some while its crap to others; that, is your choice of trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no right or wrong in the choice of trust you make. One would choose to continue trusting people whom had betrayed them. That is their choice, its nothing wrong, even though when people around him thinks that he is stupid. It is also this choice they make that could greatly change their lives - a great one, for friendships that can withstand storms, or a screwed up one, for trusting the wrong person again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A human is controlled by his brain. But even when the greatest scientists are unable to fathom the human brain, would trust still be a hard solid decision to make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, trust me not, trust is nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-596322851770906512?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/596322851770906512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=596322851770906512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/596322851770906512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/596322851770906512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/07/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-4327901237713946762</id><published>2008-07-12T20:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:51:32.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$50</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever tried drawing a $50 note using your computer mouse? I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SHjgRkw4-jI/AAAAAAAAARU/bs-fRmQrZE8/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img9100.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222170360467225138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SHjgRkw4-jI/AAAAAAAAARU/bs-fRmQrZE8/s320/MsgPlus_Img9100.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend labeled it as 'most classic'. I never knew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yusof&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ishak&lt;/span&gt; was so handsome under my hands. Well, maybe its because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; play with soil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;prior&lt;/span&gt; to drawing this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-4327901237713946762?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/4327901237713946762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=4327901237713946762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4327901237713946762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4327901237713946762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/07/50.html' title='$50'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SHjgRkw4-jI/AAAAAAAAARU/bs-fRmQrZE8/s72-c/MsgPlus_Img9100.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-8064909884922381332</id><published>2008-07-09T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:36:58.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know not what they are doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No I am not Christian. Its my neighbour. They are not Christians too, but they did this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SHTaTbhW0RI/AAAAAAAAARM/C1C35WycNns/s1600-h/02-02-08_1630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221037895369281810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SHTaTbhW0RI/AAAAAAAAARM/C1C35WycNns/s320/02-02-08_1630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which totally blocks the way down the stairs as you can see, and totally no reason why someone whould even be doing this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-8064909884922381332?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/8064909884922381332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=8064909884922381332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8064909884922381332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8064909884922381332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-know-not-what-they-are-doing.html' title='I know not what they are doing'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SHTaTbhW0RI/AAAAAAAAARM/C1C35WycNns/s72-c/02-02-08_1630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-8316665162783464269</id><published>2008-07-06T12:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T12:54:47.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chainsaw Maid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two of my friends find it interesting and funny. How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="337" width="403"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6d-tNXxTRBA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6d-tNXxTRBA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="403" height="337"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every expression is nicely done. Nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-8316665162783464269?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/8316665162783464269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=8316665162783464269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8316665162783464269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8316665162783464269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/07/chainsaw-maid.html' title='Chainsaw Maid'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-1764693570178810615</id><published>2008-07-01T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:22:34.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My academic transcript</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was what happ&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;ned to my transcript not long after I recei&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;ed it on my graduation day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SGo3bgPvW6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/34lBQ1C6_1M/s1600-h/06-03-08_2248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218044063914089378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SGo3bgPvW6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/34lBQ1C6_1M/s320/06-03-08_2248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;s, totally c&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;umpled. M&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; mother took it &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; lam&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;nation which main purpose was to preserve it, en&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;ed up destroying it. Th&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;t person doing the lamination was a Mala&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; (note: for de&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;criptive purposes) tee&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n &lt;/span&gt;g&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;rl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my mum, her &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;ace was a classic the moment she saw the thing came out like that. That "OMG I did something wrong" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;ace. My mum phoned me and of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;ourse I instructed her to dem&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;nd fo&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; com&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;ensation, which was "pric&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;less". Like real - $10.70 for a new se&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;. You &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;hould have seen how my mum speak Malay. Enough to jo&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;n some Malay debate competitio&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet it took &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;e two trips down to Singapore Polytechnic j&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;st to get those three pieces of paper back in the correct shape. Troublesome. Just my luck to lan&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; my transcri&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;ts &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;n s&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;me dumb peop&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;e. And I think &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;he now has laminationophobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who figures out what the red letters means gets a present from me. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-1764693570178810615?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/1764693570178810615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=1764693570178810615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/1764693570178810615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/1764693570178810615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-academic-transcript.html' title='My academic transcript'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SGo3bgPvW6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/34lBQ1C6_1M/s72-c/06-03-08_2248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-8123922199652330189</id><published>2008-06-23T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:02:29.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darlie oh Darlie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Darlie towel, sitting somewhere in a corner of our kitchen for nobody knows how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SF-eDJEAkEI/AAAAAAAAAQY/MtL9d2qvqxQ/s1600-h/06-22-08_2336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215060670327853122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SF-eDJEAkEI/AAAAAAAAAQY/MtL9d2qvqxQ/s320/06-22-08_2336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Snoopy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-8123922199652330189?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/8123922199652330189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=8123922199652330189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8123922199652330189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8123922199652330189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/06/darlie-oh-darlie.html' title='Darlie oh Darlie'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SF-eDJEAkEI/AAAAAAAAAQY/MtL9d2qvqxQ/s72-c/06-22-08_2336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-4416075886832758129</id><published>2008-06-19T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:57:26.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity is more important than the Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SFp9bMZ1wdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/JGiicC_ZJ3M/s1600-h/06-19-08_2327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213617424774316498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SFp9bMZ1wdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/JGiicC_ZJ3M/s320/06-19-08_2327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received this a few weeks ago? Bet you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing this sheet of green &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;plastic&lt;/span&gt;, I thought to myself: Who on Earth is trying new stuns for "saving" the Earth? But I am surprised to know that I am totally wrong. This has nothing got to do with being eco-friendly. It merely asks you to be creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want some numbers go green? I give you green numbers. (I did make the numbers green. But it was already green in the first place.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received it through the purchase of The New Paper. Estimated 110000 copies are sold everyday. Accompany 1 sheet of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;plastic&lt;/span&gt; for each purchase. Remembered reading on the papers that this sheet of plastic can be obtained through some stores island wide. Just imagine *number* of copies of this green plastic being given out. Definitely enough weight to crush you to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, how many people can you get to submit an entry for this contest? 100? 1000? Surely not 10000? Yes. Where to all the extra plastics go to? Maybe like mine, still sitting in the house. Or could already have been thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;plastics&lt;/span&gt; used could well supply us enough free plastic bags on Wednesdays for at least a month or two. Yet we throw them away cause there is only one use for this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;plastic&lt;/span&gt;: that is to take part in the contest. And even if you did take part? You discard it after the contest ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough. Creativity is more important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-4416075886832758129?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/4416075886832758129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=4416075886832758129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4416075886832758129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4416075886832758129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/06/creativity-is-more-important-than-earth.html' title='Creativity is more important than the Earth'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SFp9bMZ1wdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/JGiicC_ZJ3M/s72-c/06-19-08_2327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-2942668622187458635</id><published>2008-06-14T19:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T19:38:59.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stacks and stacks of... 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am here now because of some idiots who ask me to go away while hogging something of mine. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; update for quite long anyway, so maybe its time I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could still remember my &lt;a href="http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/12/stacks-and-stacks-of.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; long ago, I promised to upload other stacks I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, its really stacks and stacks of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SE4ZDvsaCEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QkBhmeSrnls/s1600-h/Stack1(Done).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210129371047266370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SE4ZDvsaCEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QkBhmeSrnls/s320/Stack1(Done).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first stack I ever done. It is obviously a bridge, and when I posted up on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; display picture, someone came to ask me: What bridge is that? I've never seen a bridge so long, without visible land in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SE4ZEMJlQDI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wl0SY4zl5Do/s1600-h/Stack2(DiagonalTop).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210129378685829170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SE4ZEMJlQDI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wl0SY4zl5Do/s320/Stack2(DiagonalTop).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second. I just stacked it out of nothing. Nothing was on my mind. It was just a random design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I don't just stack money. I stack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;staplets&lt;/span&gt; (as seen &lt;a href="http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/12/stacks-and-stacks-of.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) and also McDonald's sauces. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SFOs6nAEehI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jZYky__L4eM/s1600-h/SauceStack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211699316699462162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SFOs6nAEehI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jZYky__L4eM/s320/SauceStack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SFOs8N_i8vI/AAAAAAAAAQI/U4zHQqe6TYo/s1600-h/SuaceStack1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211699344346116850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SFOs8N_i8vI/AAAAAAAAAQI/U4zHQqe6TYo/s320/SuaceStack1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am going back to see if that idiot wants to return me whats supposed to be mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-2942668622187458635?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/2942668622187458635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=2942668622187458635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/2942668622187458635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/2942668622187458635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/06/stacks-and-stacks-of-2.html' title='Stacks and stacks of... 2'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SE4ZDvsaCEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QkBhmeSrnls/s72-c/Stack1(Done).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-8885986424200615344</id><published>2008-06-05T18:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:05:42.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake advertisement figures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On my way to return the graduation robe, I saw some advertisements on the train:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use a fan instead of an air-conditioner and save about $50 a month or about $600 ($650 was the figure shown on their official website) a year.&lt;br /&gt;When using an air-conditioner, every degree raised on the thermostat could save you about $20 a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I am crapping, try taking some trains to see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I proved myself to not be crapping, but the advertiser din't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple mathematics: Lowest you can go on an air-conditioner is 16°. The average room temperature in Singapore is 26°. Lets exaggerate the room temperature to be 30°. A 14° difference, according to the advertisement's figures, can save you about $280 a year. What happens to the other $370? That is a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even considering in the fact that the lower you go on your thermostat, the more energy it will consume, that figure won't work out. Unless you tell me energy consumption increases more (faster) than exponentially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The media really goes to show how people would go all out, obviously or not so obviously, to reach their aims. Just take a look back to the top. Save $50 a month, or $650 a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seems to be living a 13 month year, their own world, different from ours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-8885986424200615344?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/8885986424200615344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=8885986424200615344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8885986424200615344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8885986424200615344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/06/neas-fake-figures.html' title='Fake advertisement figures'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-4038799341196170774</id><published>2008-05-31T23:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T01:02:43.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darlie, Darlie, and more Darlie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here are some questions before my post, try answering them before reading on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which cartoon character is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Darlie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;most&lt;/u&gt; associated with?&lt;br /&gt;a) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Powerpuff&lt;/span&gt; Girls&lt;br /&gt;b) Mickey Mouse&lt;br /&gt;c) Snoopy&lt;br /&gt;d) Popeye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you normally find to be together with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Darlie&lt;/span&gt; toothpaste?&lt;br /&gt;a) Fork and spoons&lt;br /&gt;b) Cups and bowls&lt;br /&gt;c) Pot and pans&lt;br /&gt;d) Plates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the answers:&lt;br /&gt;(Highlight from here onwards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Darlie&lt;/span&gt; is most associated with Snoopy.&lt;br /&gt;You can find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Darlie&lt;/span&gt; toothpaste together with cups and bowls easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Highlight until here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are the answers so? Find out for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SEFujwBZv4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/d3FmyCUBn_Y/s1600-h/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206564204682264450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SEFujwBZv4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/d3FmyCUBn_Y/s320/IMG_0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoopy World Games 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SEFukQBZv5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ECGeJgRVkwg/s1600-h/IMG_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206564213272199058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SEFukQBZv5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ECGeJgRVkwg/s320/IMG_0215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoopy Fun Time Series (Mugs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SEFukgBZv6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5QpsiKnRqfc/s1600-h/IMG_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206564217567166370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SEFukgBZv6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5QpsiKnRqfc/s320/IMG_0214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoopy Fun Time Series (Bowls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SEFukwBZv7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/9bAEBembcrA/s1600-h/IMG_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206564221862133682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SEFukwBZv7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/9bAEBembcrA/s320/IMG_0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoopy Hobby Mug Collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SEFulQBZv8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/23AOlUvYv4s/s1600-h/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206564230452068290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SEFulQBZv8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/23AOlUvYv4s/s320/IMG_0212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoopy something series (Too long ago, but the whole set of 5 still intact)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SEFprABZvzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/0kSMHPqy3mo/s1600-h/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206558831678177074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SEFprABZvzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/0kSMHPqy3mo/s320/IMG_0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoopy again something series (Even longer ago, with 2 out of 4 still intact)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, its not all totally about Snoopy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SEFpvwBZv2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/3PvcIMMPaS0/s1600-h/IMG_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206558913282555746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SEFpvwBZv2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/3PvcIMMPaS0/s320/IMG_0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Powerpuff&lt;/span&gt; Girls! (They SUCKS actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SEFpuQBZv0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/_t4KNjPpNrw/s1600-h/IMG_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206558887512751938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SEFpuQBZv0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/_t4KNjPpNrw/s320/IMG_0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mickey Mouse! (Again long ago, 2 out of 4 intact)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SEFpvgBZv1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/leknn8Adfog/s1600-h/IMG_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206558908987588434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SEFpvgBZv1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/leknn8Adfog/s320/IMG_0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know what series or collection these falls under. Maybe sunflower series, according to the picture. But I remember there were tonnes of them, which broke 1 by 1. There should be 4 designs in this series, now left with 2. Green and yellow are the other 2, according to my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Okok&lt;/span&gt;. So what do all these have to do with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Darlie&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;There is&lt;/span&gt; one thing in common with them all. That is they are all gifts from buying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Darlie&lt;/span&gt; toothpastes. Take note here, you need to buy 2 x 250g &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Darlie&lt;/span&gt; toothpaste in order to have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; of those. So effectively, you have to buy 64 tubes of toothpaste in order to get all the above (not including those that are already broken).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes you guessed it there is currently an overflow of toothpastes in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SELSNgBZv9I/AAAAAAAAAPo/WpRcvk9Asro/s1600-h/IMG_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206955248569663442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SELSNgBZv9I/AAAAAAAAAPo/WpRcvk9Asro/s320/IMG_0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here. 11 tubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are all seated nicely in the cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SEFpwABZv3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/kXsW6tIJ8Y8/s1600-h/IMG_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206558917577523058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SEFpwABZv3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/kXsW6tIJ8Y8/s320/IMG_0223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Either I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Darlie&lt;/span&gt; freak mum, or I have a Snoopy freak mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-4038799341196170774?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/4038799341196170774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=4038799341196170774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4038799341196170774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4038799341196170774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/05/darlie-darlie-and-more-darlie.html' title='Darlie, Darlie, and more Darlie'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SEFujwBZv4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/d3FmyCUBn_Y/s72-c/IMG_0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-2619311974055159319</id><published>2008-05-29T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T16:26:11.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years is enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Applying to different context, 3 years is enough. Enough for a diploma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SD5oNwBZvyI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/3_DhOJwyaxQ/s1600-h/IMG_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205712804725243682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SD5oNwBZvyI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/3_DhOJwyaxQ/s320/IMG_0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's all. Nothing else much to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-2619311974055159319?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/2619311974055159319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=2619311974055159319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/2619311974055159319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/2619311974055159319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-years-is-enough.html' title='3 years is enough'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SD5oNwBZvyI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/3_DhOJwyaxQ/s72-c/IMG_0126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-6645072095309148177</id><published>2008-05-20T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:50:21.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 years just isn't enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4 years here refer to 4 years in secondary school, classmates of whole 4 years. Really, 4 isn't a big number. Add a 'year', and it seems long enough, but trust me, its not. They can be joking and playing with you, but you never know when they will try to eat you. Here is a situation to illustrate my point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A, B, C, D and E, organizers of a chalet, organized a chalet (obviously). Invites people with an estimate cost of $20+ each. 20 people turned up. Ended up collecting $35 from each person. WOW, a $700 chalet. 3 days 2 nights $35 sounds quite expensive? NO. Its 2 days 1 night for $35. We probably ate gold-plated satays and otahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, F, G, H, I, J and K wasn't at all happy with $35, with disbelieve of course, raised it to organizer A. Now, this is the fun part. A says everyone, paying $35, is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UNDERPAYING&lt;/span&gt;. Of course at this time any sane person would not believe. So F, me, requests for a breakdown of costs. And guess what happened? Even more exciting! $35 is an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OVERPAYING&lt;/span&gt; amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A, feeling guilty, referred this to B, a guy who is all ready to start an argument. B told me that A received $210. 10 people did not pay. At this point, doing some calculations: 5 organizers/co-organizers would have paid. Yet, 9 participants paid $35 each to C, a co-organizer. Which in fact turns out to be 14 people who paid. 6 would be the correct number to say when it comes to listing those who haven't pay. Very obvious. B is implying that some of us 9 did not pay. I told B, that 9 people paid to C, and if they did not receive it, they should reconsider trusting C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A and B, felt guilty again and offered to refund $50 back, with lots of unhappiness. Since they would be returning to me, I asked them to include my Mahjong winnings of $7.40, which they DELIBERATELY shunned after the game of Mahjong. B now gets angry and asked me to shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! If $7.40, which was supposed to be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rightfully mine&lt;/span&gt;, will make you angry, you are nuts. (As in those that you hate your boss.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This continues with a little while more of arguments which is not important for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*End of story*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point: Classmates of 4 years can scam you. Sorry, I never knew or met them before in my life. Should I say bye? Maybe not, I don't even know them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-6645072095309148177?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/6645072095309148177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=6645072095309148177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/6645072095309148177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/6645072095309148177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/05/4-years-just-isnt-enough.html' title='4 years just isn&apos;t enough'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-8298267529666140472</id><published>2008-05-15T00:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T01:35:48.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the days before 1985...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Were you born before 1985? Do you remember things before 1985? If you do, do you find this familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SCsbOE-fjOI/AAAAAAAAANk/PELUu77CLTM/s1600-h/What+is+this.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200280123397344482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SCsbOE-fjOI/AAAAAAAAANk/PELUu77CLTM/s400/What+is+this.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognise? Looks like some fuckedup retarded person. (Sounds familiar? I used a wrong word. The picture only shows &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; face.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you can't recognise the ever so familiar logo, its Darkie. Okok, some of you may be wondering what on Earth is Darkie. Its the Darlie before 1985. I actually prefer this logo over the current one. Too bad it was renamed and relogoed due to racism. Come to think of it, its really... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkie had a better smile than Darlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am on toothpastes now, I want to say something about the current trends in toothpaste commercials. I don't know why, but the commercials now all portray one dentist speaking. As you had always learnt in school : One person's opinion cannot represent the whole community, and sources not backed up are not to be trusted. ("The brand most dentist recommend")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't see the effectiveness of these commercials. Especially when they decide to use people who can't talk properly. I wouldn't buy these (Colgate and Sensodyne) toothpastes. Just take a look at Darlie's commercial! So full of life! (If you remember it that is. Shows a girl waking up from bed then goes into the toilet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring facts don't appeal to people. Especially when you have to listen to it (in non accurate speech) over and over again. Whereas if the Darlie commercial is to repeat, you can still enjoy the music (or may be the girl). All in all, I am a supporter of Darlie, that's all. Yes, I am a supporter of Darlie because other brand's commercials really sucks. And Mr Darkie there looks cute. v^^v.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-8298267529666140472?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/8298267529666140472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=8298267529666140472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8298267529666140472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8298267529666140472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-days-before-1985.html' title='On the days before 1985...'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/SCsbOE-fjOI/AAAAAAAAANk/PELUu77CLTM/s72-c/What+is+this.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-6971202412092023383</id><published>2008-05-12T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:31:25.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving things the way it is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was the topic which was supposed to be in the previous post. Here it is now. Hey! Leaving things the way it should be right? So a diary must look like a diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 12 May 2008 12:02pm Dark clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck! This is a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, keeping things the way it is. Yes, global warming. v^^v. I can sense that you people are tired of the anti global warming on my blog, so heres just one line, to fully summarise what I want to say: If you want to keep developments (speed of) the way it is, then the global warming (speed of) is here to stay. Oh God! One line not enough! Another: Leave our lifestyles the way it is and don't ask us to save 10% electricity just to win an (eco-friendly) car, which however friendly it can be, still harms the environment. Sorry! One last one: You save 1 month's 10% bill cost just to spend a lifetime of fuel cost on your new car. v^^v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not entirely revolving around global warming. Heard of the line 江山易改，本性难移。(A leopard never changes its spots)? You can't change a person's character. If one were to change, it would be him himself whom encounter something which greatly affects him, then would the change slowly surface, without the person putting effort. A person's character is inbuilt, and will the same reaction of him be shown in the same circumstances, 10 times 100 times. If you don't like it, either accept it, or leave it. Or the thing to say, hes not your clique of friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a believer that everything is planned beforehand. Fate. And when people say that they don't believe in fate, or they don't succumb to fate, have you ever wondered that its planned beforehand that this particular guy will be "battling fate"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, leave things the way it is. A change is futile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-6971202412092023383?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/6971202412092023383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=6971202412092023383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/6971202412092023383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/6971202412092023383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/05/leaving-things-way-it-is.html' title='Leaving things the way it is'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-8091933044143353838</id><published>2008-05-06T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:12:33.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanted to update my blog during the short time span I had between games. But too bad, the Blogger homepage loaded slower than a snail. So, that's all for the update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-8091933044143353838?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/8091933044143353838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=8091933044143353838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8091933044143353838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8091933044143353838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-luck.html' title='No luck'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-6824763532705014180</id><published>2008-04-30T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:48:48.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again, here to say that its still alive. I know I had a blog, which died after a few weeks, so I have to do this now. Its still alive. Its still alive. Its still alive. Its still alive. Its still alive. Its still alive. Its still alive. Its still alive. Its still alive. Its still alive. Its still alive. Its still alive. Its still alive. Its still alive. Its still alive. Its still alive. Its still alive. Its still alive. Its still alive. Its still alive. Its still alive. Its still alive. Its still alive. Its still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just bought a new computer, have many stuffs to install, and most of all, some buggers are bugging me to Maple and DotA. That leaves me with little time, and considering that I still have to watch my MiTu, LOST, Greys Anatomy and flzt, I am practically left with no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[miin] gave me a topic to blog on. About the IKEA thingy which I don't know anything about it so I can't really blog on it. Its still about the global warming topic and I am sure all of you would have already known the outcome if I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I am going in on 13th Sept 2008&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (See that red dot there? Its a full stop. Means its the end. End as in really end and we can all stop talking about it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-6824763532705014180?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/6824763532705014180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=6824763532705014180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/6824763532705014180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/6824763532705014180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/04/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-1508370088430903716</id><published>2008-04-23T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T11:05:53.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1 useless information to ask</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imagine you want to know something, this something happens to all guys in Singapore. You go around asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked A, A gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked B, B gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked C, C gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked D, D gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked E, E gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked F, F gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked G, G gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked H, H gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked I, I gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked J, J gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked K, K gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked L, L gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked M, M gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked N, N gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked A, A gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked O, O gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked P, P gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked Q, Q gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked R, R gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked S, S gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked T, T gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked U, U gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked V, V gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked W, W gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked X, X gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked Y, Y gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked A, A gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked Z, Z gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked AA, AA gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked AB, AB gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;You asked AC, AC gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You asked ZZZ, ZZZ gave you his 'unique' answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what was A's answer again? If you noticed, you asked A three times. (scroll up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why people go around asking for enlistment dates. You ask, make a comparison with your date, have a 5 minute chat about it, and everything's gone. And gone as in really it doesn't even affect your any bit of 2 years in the army. NO. Typical Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to say that this question shouldn't be ask at all, but, if you are someone that haven't been talking to me for months/years/decades (I wanted to go into centuries, but guess I am not that old.), there really don't exist the need to ask. So what if you find someone with the same enlistment date as you? If you haven't been talking to him/her (that was a joke), I guess you 2 wouldn't be close in camp too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you want to ask, remember it. If you want to forget and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ask again&lt;/span&gt;, you better don't ask at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/12/communicating-effectively.html"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/12/communicating-effectively.html"&gt;Communicating effectively&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for more information. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-1508370088430903716?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/1508370088430903716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=1508370088430903716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/1508370088430903716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/1508370088430903716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/04/1-useless-information-to-ask.html' title='The 1 useless information to ask'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-4428384288309964258</id><published>2008-04-16T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:13:15.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is to tell you guys that this blog is still alive, just that I haven't came across anything interesting to update on lately. I was Mapling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the TV ad to ask you keep your power bills? Yes, another "global warming" thingy from the government, to make it look as though all that developments don't contribute to what we are "forced" to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I may just update some interesting things from the web I saw here, have a good laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="337" width="403"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7PtLRAKuvLM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7PtLRAKuvLM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="403" height="337"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS *BANG BANG* IS MY DOOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-4428384288309964258?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/4428384288309964258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=4428384288309964258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4428384288309964258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4428384288309964258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-720231627721590850</id><published>2008-04-08T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T18:53:51.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did you use any electricity on 29 March 2008, 8-9pm? That is the Earth Hour, in which you are not supposed to use electricity in bid to reduce energy consumption of the whole world. Yes, of course, the global warming thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a worldwide event, but how many of you who is actually reading this knew anything about the Earth Hour? Or actually did "your part" (of stupidity) for this event? Similar to the concert on 07/07/07 (Such a failure that I forgot the name of the event), it gives a feeling (at least to me) that the money spent on the event, do not justify with the amount of effort that was shown in "saving" the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we can see the significant difference of the energy saved from over 2007 to 2008 (Yea right, just for THAT ONE hour. You were thinking of the whole year?), but did this event actually save that much energy? No. Rough gauge of only about 60% of reported figures. Why? You schedule what you want to do on that particular hour on a different timing. Which still uses electricity, duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how many people whom joined this event actually know what they were doing? Before I say anything else, watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yi3erdgVVTw&amp;amp;hl=" width="403" height="337" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny eah? People don't think about what they do. That hour, is 0.011415525% of a year. So you think it makes a difference? Let me tell you what makes a difference: the government that is going to massively revamp Jurong in the next 10 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand they tell us to save the Earth, on the other hand they "save" the Earth by drilling holes on it. Funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-720231627721590850?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/720231627721590850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=720231627721590850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/720231627721590850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/720231627721590850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/04/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-4425412977536505328</id><published>2008-04-01T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T13:09:03.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching the web</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Inspired by [anonymous], I want to teach you people out there how to search the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, don't think that you can just go to any kind of search websites, type in anything you like, and expect to find anything you want. That, is wrong. Take for example, you go to Technorati, search for "How does *something* work? What is the theory behind it?", and expect to find information suitable for you school project/assignment. Absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you may be asking what on WWW (Earth) is Technorati. Technorati is a blog search. So, don't expect to find serious stuffs there. This brings me to my first point. Using the right search website. Generally, sites like Yahoo! or Google can do the job. But there are cases where you need to extend your search to other sites like Technorati (for searching the web for one of your friend's secret blog) or Baidu, 百度 (for Chinese stuffs). Now, the misconception of Baidu is that people thinks that its only for songs. Much people did not notice that there is a web search feature on Baidu, I don't see how they can miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this situation, someone comes to you on MSN and asks you for a particular Mandarin song. He goes: "Hey! Do you have *something in han4 yu3 pin1 ying1 which he don't even bother to give you which sound it is* by *again some hypy*? I can't find it on Baidu!" And one thing I am going to tell you is to fuck off. Second point: Never on WWW, you can 'survive' on only one search site. Please extend your search to other websites, Baidu is not the monopoly, in fact, none of the sites is a monopoly. Try SoGua or 6621, just to name a few. So, make sure you are 80% confident that you've search each and every possible web pages on WWW before going to someone else. It is just irritating to have someone asking you to find things which you can find it within one minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, your search. Refer to the first example, "How does *something* work? What is the theory behind it?" I'm sorry, but sad to say, search engines are not humans. Don't go to them and ask it (him) a question and expects it to find you something you want. Search with keywords. It is hard to master, but all I can say is, imagine yourself as a writer of a certain length of text that is on your topic. Think about what special words you would be using in your text, and search for them. Now when I said 'special', I mean words that can reflect directly on the topic of the text. Don't go searching for 'he', 'and', 'or', 'if'. Go die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, it doesn't matter how many search engines you use, it will never be enough. Try using Ctrl+F on pages that you think its worth your search. You may just miss something important on a one million worded page. If you want to find song files or other things that may contain an extension, but could only find streaming versions of it, work your way around them. The link to the files you want is hidden in the page. You can retrieve these files by looking at the source code of the page. Works wonders. Nope, don't expect me to spoon feed you on this method, go find out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, stop bugging people to find things for you. You want it, find it yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-4425412977536505328?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/4425412977536505328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=4425412977536505328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4425412977536505328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4425412977536505328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/04/searching-web.html' title='Searching the web'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-7760025828699056667</id><published>2008-03-26T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:08:44.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritants on the train</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They encourage us to take public transports, giving tonnes of reasons why you should take public transports. Here, I give reasons to why you should not take public transports (MRTs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritant number 1:&lt;br /&gt;SMRT always decides to save power and turns of the lights at specific timings. You know I know, no elaboration needed, lest the law gets in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritant number 2:&lt;br /&gt;You stand near the door, waiting to alight. The door opens and even before you step out, uncles, aunties and banglahs rush in to snatch seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritant number 3:&lt;br /&gt;You suddenly find your seat getting smaller. You turn your head, and find 3 (electricity saving) people sharing 2 seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritant number 4:&lt;br /&gt;You feel itchy at your arm. Again you felt it. Caused by short people, especially girls/women/bitches with unkempt hair, all puffed up, and irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritant number 5:&lt;br /&gt;You see someone already leaning against the glass panel/door, and yet still wants to raise his (no her) hand to grab hold onto something. Especially irritating when its crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritant number 6:&lt;br /&gt;You hear (loud/noisy/irritating) songs you can't really identify. From handphones of irritating people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritant number 7:&lt;br /&gt;Leaning on the pole. No explanations needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritant number 8:&lt;br /&gt;You feel the person sitting beside you moving closer to you, and closer, and closer, and closer. Hey! Stop sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritant number 9:&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, Excuse me, Scuse me, Kew me, *quiet* (and just squeezes his/her way through). Its still another one minute before the train reaches the next stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritant number 10:&lt;br /&gt;Idiots that thinks that the train door always opens on the same side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritant number ##:&lt;br /&gt;Go to YouTube, you will find alot more there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-7760025828699056667?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/7760025828699056667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=7760025828699056667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/7760025828699056667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/7760025828699056667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/03/irritants-on-train.html' title='Irritants on the train'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-4674512519712512403</id><published>2008-03-19T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T08:30:05.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The third reply</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I received a phone call this afternoon. Yes, like why I would blog about a phone call. It is not a normal phone call that you receive every now and then. It is a very special phone call. A call that was made to my hand phone. A call that lasted 10 1/2 minutes. A call that was received at around 4:30pm. A call that was received while I was playing MapleStory. A call that allows me to lengthen my post with crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the point: from Ronny Tham. Of course, like he will call me for any other stuffs, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ne &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;uckedup &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;etarded lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the few things that made me felt SO good after hearing is about him not turning up for the makeup lesson. RT claims that OFR &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; for not turning up for his makeup lesson. (Take out your foundation, mascara, lipstick, eyeshadow, ...) Although I doubt the credibility, but it would be so rare to see such arrogant person to be apologetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I suspect RT is the same breed as OFR. He told me that after he approached OFR, OFR told him that he did not find any mistakes in his answer scheme. Like HELLO, if he had found the mistake, he wouldn't have made it in the first place. Anyway, its so long ago, I just tried my best to point out to him about the mistakes. He should understand, unless he is the, urm..., OFR breed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave the in &lt;em&gt;vitro&lt;/em&gt; fertilisation example to RT and hope that he would go tell OFR, let OFR laugh at his own stupid mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, RT said that OFR, on his part, will try to be better in his attitude towards future batches. RT also asked me if there were any specific actions that I want RT to make. However, being the kind me, I told him nothing. (Like who don't want him to be sacked?) RT assured that he would put close monitor on OFR for future students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that OFR must be cursing and swearing hard, for he must regret giving me that Distinction for his module. He is totally &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;pwned&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-4674512519712512403?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/4674512519712512403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=4674512519712512403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4674512519712512403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4674512519712512403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/03/third-reply.html' title='The third reply'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-8697272804033465439</id><published>2008-03-15T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T00:47:01.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This post doesn't need a title</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry for not updating for so long. Alot of people came to tell me that my posts are interesting. But, interesting things do run out. My blog is not the normal blogs you see when the blogger just go, in chronological order, from the moment he/she wakes up, to the moment he/she fall asleep. Its like, do I (the reader) even need to know all these? To add on, I've came across a blog that even goes into his dreams. 8 out of 10 posts is about his dreams. He should see a doctor for dreaming so much. [miin] or rather [myz] should know quite alot about this guy. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the weather has been so cold the pass few days. Yes, raining consecutively for 3 days. Now, YOU CALL THAT GLOBAL &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARMING&lt;/span&gt;? (That's so not scientific. Whatever.) And I don't think I have anything else to say for the cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's move on to Sensodyne. Anyone noticed the similarity of its commercials to the Colgate commercial? If you noticed carefully, they labelled the man as 口腔卫生专家 (Oral hygiene professional), or something like that. If so, why do they portray him as a dentist? With the background enhancing his portrayal as a dentist? Then why can't they label him just as a 牙医 (Dentist)? Obviously trying to mislead the consumer right? Well, I can't do anything, but I can wonder if Sensodyne was produced using the same methods as Colgate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-8697272804033465439?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/8697272804033465439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=8697272804033465439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8697272804033465439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8697272804033465439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-post-doesnt-need-title.html' title='This post doesn&apos;t need a title'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-3620937633818831355</id><published>2008-03-07T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T22:32:02.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Colgate was made?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bet you have seen the ever irritating and super lack of creativity Colgate commercial on television - Colgate Total 12 Professional Clean. Ever wondered how it was made? I wondered. I have some guesses on how it was made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Take some dentist,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R9FPZH4fqjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2ZytNNv_7xM/s1600-h/dentist1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175004739856738866" style="WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" height="87" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R9FPZH4fqjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2ZytNNv_7xM/s400/dentist1.jpg" width="109" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R9FPZX4fqkI/AAAAAAAAAM8/vhZvFQIIxCc/s1600-h/dentist2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175004744151706178" style="WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" height="86" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R9FPZX4fqkI/AAAAAAAAAM8/vhZvFQIIxCc/s400/dentist2.jpg" width="95" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R9FPZn4fqlI/AAAAAAAAANE/24fYPx6KqwY/s1600-h/dentist3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175004748446673490" style="CURSOR: hand" height="87" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R9FPZn4fqlI/AAAAAAAAANE/24fYPx6KqwY/s400/dentist3.jpg" width="71" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grind them into paste form, inject into tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Take some dentist look-a-likes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R9FPZn4fqmI/AAAAAAAAANM/jB57mS42AOU/s1600-h/dentist4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175004748446673506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R9FPZn4fqmI/AAAAAAAAANM/jB57mS42AOU/s400/dentist4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R9FPon4fqnI/AAAAAAAAANU/JFQz_YW3pyg/s1600-h/dentist5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175005006144711282" style="WIDTH: 65px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="127" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R9FPon4fqnI/AAAAAAAAANU/JFQz_YW3pyg/s400/dentist5.jpg" width="70" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R9FPpH4fqoI/AAAAAAAAANc/sy3oad1Eq5U/s1600-h/dentist6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175005014734645890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R9FPpH4fqoI/AAAAAAAAANc/sy3oad1Eq5U/s400/dentist6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grind them into paste form, inject into tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Take some fake dentists (like those in the commercials), grind them into paste, inject into tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To create: Colgate Total 12 Professional Clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R9FPYn4fqiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/aupA6cTydTI/s1600-h/colgatetotal12professionalclean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175004731266804258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R9FPYn4fqiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/aupA6cTydTI/s400/colgatetotal12professionalclean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;with "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dentist-like&lt;/span&gt;" ingredients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-3620937633818831355?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/3620937633818831355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=3620937633818831355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3620937633818831355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3620937633818831355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-colgate-was-made.html' title='How Colgate was made?'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R9FPZH4fqjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2ZytNNv_7xM/s72-c/dentist1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-4440766520151335534</id><published>2008-03-03T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:42:52.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second reply</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the second reply I received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: His (PhD) superior (Masters), Ronny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tham&lt;/span&gt; Quin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fai&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now looking into the matter. I would appreciate if you could provide us with your contact number so that we could reach you regarding the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tham&lt;/span&gt; Quin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section Head/Manager, (SP CARE)&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Polytechnic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-4440766520151335534?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/4440766520151335534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=4440766520151335534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4440766520151335534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4440766520151335534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/03/second-reply.html' title='Second reply'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-8802863187822853997</id><published>2008-02-29T15:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T15:14:05.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reply</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you for your feedback. We have forwarded your feedback to the Director of School of Mechanical and Manufacturing Engineering for his necessary action. We will response to you after our investigation and analysis of your feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see. Check back for updates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-8802863187822853997?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/8802863187822853997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=8802863187822853997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8802863187822853997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8802863187822853997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/02/reply.html' title='Reply'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-3219125752578721297</id><published>2008-02-26T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T20:49:19.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer safety</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know not what some people are thinking. They happily let virus infect their computers. So many ways to get your computer infected nowadays. Well, if you read and practise what I am going to say, then your computer will stay generally safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most commonly seen is the "file" people try to send through MSN Messenger. I don't understand at all why do people accept the files. Who on Earth will use complete sentences with correct punctuation and capitals (Like how I do in my blog.) to chat with you? And mind you, the file is a "whooping" 27Kb for a rar/zip file which contains pictures. Even Edison's scandal pictures are not that small in size (People/Kira reduced its size for speedier transfers and spreading.). Of course, most people got infected with this virus due to the fact that they set their MSN Messenger to automatically accept requests. So go change this option already, dumb fucks. Sorry, but I am seriously irritated in those virus messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One myth is that your computer gets infected with virus easily when you surf porn. This is not totally untrue, but generally you are safe while enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are still afraid, go install an antivirus software that runs real time. I.e. they scan continuously whilst you are using the computer. Some use Norton, some use One Care, some use AVG, some use blah blah blah, so many to choose from. But key word is a 'resident scanner'. I use Avast!, and haven had any problems till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next common one (Still spreading and developing.) is the e-mail "You have been blocked". Wow, you would really wish to know who the heck in this world blocked you. You want to find out; but found virus instead. Is it really important to know who blocked you? You should know who are or are not your friends. If you need to rely on these things, then you somewhat failed being a human, go be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take one long (not even 1 minute) to Google/Yahoo/Find/Meta/Ask/... (General: web search) anything that is suspicious. Take the previous example, just go to ANY search engine, type in 'youareblocked.com' and *you will get what I mean*. For any files/links/applications/... that are potentially harmful, got do a search. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Would you rather spend less than 1 minute to search for something, or spent 1 week trying to fix that virus (and ended up formatting your hard drive)&lt;/span&gt;. Your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take much to keep your computer safe. Take it as the whole world is trying to sabotage your computer. Keep up your awareness. And stop bugging people for remedies for your stupid mistakes. These are things you ought to know if you have an Internet connection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-3219125752578721297?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/3219125752578721297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=3219125752578721297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3219125752578721297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3219125752578721297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/02/computer-safety.html' title='Computer safety'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-425853625907443347</id><published>2008-02-20T19:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:50:38.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After so long of not updating my blog, my returning post is about the Earth. Read on, it’s not a boring topic, at least for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know, the Earth has a diameter of 12753km? (That’s not interesting.)&lt;br /&gt;This makes the circumference 40064km. (That’s not interesting either.)&lt;br /&gt;And Earth takes 24 hours to make a complete rotation. (Fuck. It’s NOT interesting! _l_)&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, all of us living near the equator are moving at up to 14m/s. (Wow. Interesting?)&lt;br /&gt;Faster than how fast you see an Olympic runner runs a 100m race. (Feeling giddy?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's move on to something more interesting about the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4yqBaD5VwrQ&amp;amp;rel=" width="403" height="337" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a 10 minute video that would probably confuse you if you don't know anything about geography. It is a video saying that the lands of the Earth fits together nicely on a smaller Earth, i.e. without the oceans. During the past hundred millions of years, the Earth expanded from a small, ocean-less globe into what it is now. Prove is how the lands are able to fit nicely, the sea beds are not as old as the land (and shows varying degrees of ages to depict how the Earth expanded), and how the trees in America and Russia are of the same kind (as they were once together).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video also ruled out subductions. Subduction is one denser section of the Earth's crust moving towards and underneath another lighter section. This, if present, would totally make this expanding Earth theory all useless. The video mentioned that if it was true that subductions were not present, hundred years of physics theory would go down the drain as they cannot be used to explain the absence of subduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, how the heck can Earth expand? (Interesting on how the land fits together on a smaller Earth though.) And where did all that water come from to form the oceans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I read an article on National Geographic website that &lt;a href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2007/02/070227-ocean-asia.html"&gt;a huge underground "ocean" is found beneath Asia&lt;/a&gt;, I knew that oceans were formed through water "baked" by the Earth which escapes as volcanic gas. This process is now reversed, which explains why the moisture is found in the Earth itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that leaves us with subduction. Subduction is proven, with evidences, and almost all scientist/geologist/geophysicist/teachers/students/presidents/monkeys agree that subduction is indeed present. However, &lt;a href="http://www.world-nuclear.org/info/inf04ap2.html#subduction_zones"&gt;nuclear waste disposal is banned at subduction zones&lt;/a&gt;. Thinking in the point of conspiracy theories, it’s banned because subduction doesn't exist at all. Subduction zones are drawn up by humans, but no subduction is actually present in these areas. It was only proven, remember? Not verified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I believe that the expanding Earth theory is true, even though it’s being ruled out few tens of years back. (It’s always interesting to believe in interesting things.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;强词夺理 (To distort the right and talk speciously). Whatever. I believe in what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding on to the "ocean" found beneath Earth, water is now going in reverse: back into the Earth. As we learnt from physics, evaporation causes cooling, Earth is loosing water, which gives a partial explanation about global warming. Less water to evaporate, less cooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;a href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2007/02/070228-mars-warming.html"&gt;temperature changes on Mars&lt;/a&gt; suggests that global warming is caused partially by the Sun. But scientists claimed that it is only a small effect on the overall global warming on Earth. Heck, if the change on Mars was so obvious for people 56~400 million kilometres away from it to detect, I don't see why it shouldn't have a big effect on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are just trying to scare others, and trying to save/make money. (By &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DENYING&lt;/span&gt; us of free plastic bags, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FORCING&lt;/span&gt; us to buy &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;UGLY&lt;/span&gt; looking bags, which you have to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REUSE&lt;/span&gt; like nobody's business, for a few ten cents each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;奸商s (Profiteers) indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-425853625907443347?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/425853625907443347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=425853625907443347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/425853625907443347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/425853625907443347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/02/earth.html' title='The Earth'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-5209050089661632151</id><published>2008-02-12T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T12:18:41.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flooding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just found out, I can't stand (whatever that is in the post before this) to be up smack onto people's face when they come to my blog. So here, some flooding would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-5209050089661632151?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/5209050089661632151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=5209050089661632151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/5209050089661632151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/5209050089661632151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/02/flooding.html' title='Flooding'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-7240099518756021764</id><published>2008-02-12T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T12:15:45.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="403" height="337"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qPH0960Oxtc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qPH0960Oxtc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="403" height="337"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather not have the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="403" height="337"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQpi_CaI69Y&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQpi_CaI69Y&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="403" height="337"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking disgrace. I don't want to be a Singaporean liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-7240099518756021764?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/7240099518756021764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=7240099518756021764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/7240099518756021764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/7240099518756021764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-videos.html' title='Some Videos'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-4570948863115431139</id><published>2008-02-08T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T18:01:56.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The letter of death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Following is the letter to Singapore Polytechnic for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;$&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;^&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; (this is to prevent his name appearing up on search websites, read the red), also known as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ne &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;uckedup &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;etarded lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my ex-classmates: The letter will be sent to the Quality Service Manager. If no reply is given, it will be sent to Director MM office. Still no action, to Principal, and lastly MOE, till a reply is received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By default, your names will be included in the letter (full name and admission number). If you do not wish your name to appear on the letter, please contact me immediately. Also, if you happen to fail Biomechanics, please do inform me straight away and I will remove your names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results will be released on 27 Feb and I will send the letter on 28 Feb 23:59:59:99:99:99:99:99.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should the number of people who is willing to let his/her name appear on the letter be less than 15, NONE of the names will appear on the letter, and the letter will be sent anonymously through snail mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Read through the letter and inform me if you want any changes made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here, the letter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Yap Siew Lay&lt;br /&gt;Quality Service Manager&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Polytechnic&lt;br /&gt;500 Dover Road&lt;br /&gt;Singapore 139651&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 February 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mrs Yap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FEED BACK FOR LECTURER DR O.N,G F_O-O&amp;amp;K R$H^U&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were a class of students being taught under Dr O.n,g F_o-o&amp;amp;k R$h^u for MM3330 Biomechanics in academic year 2007/08 semester 2 and would like to feed back on the teaching quality of Dr O.n,g F_o-o&amp;amp;k R$h^u which has not met our expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were disappointed as Dr O.n,g F_o-o&amp;amp;k R$h^u has shown irresponsibility and incompetency for providing quality education. He is also being suspected of marking test papers against wrong answer schemes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first test, he made an official verbal statement which rendered that particular question to be unsolvable. Also, minutes before the second test, a query was made to clarify methods to solve a particular question. He showed unwillingness in clarifying doubts of students and gave a perfunctory explanation. This explanation caused a question in that test paper to result in having multiple possible answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed unwillingness to clarify doubts of students in many other cases too. We were brushed off with “Go read your notes.” and “You didn’t even try solving the question.” when queries were made. Students under him for MM1305 Engineering Materials 1 also faced this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was also irresponsible for his teaching as was shown during his last lesson for MM3330. He was talking about things not related to the module which resulted in him not being able to finish teaching the syllabus. He ended his lesson by requesting students to visit BlackBoard for tutorial answers and self learn the remaining of the chapter. However, when students tried to clarify doubts, the above mentioned problem was faced. Another scenario where he showed irresponsibility was when he had planned for a make-up lesson on 4 January 2008 which he did not turn up. No explanations or apologies were given during his next lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a professional educator, he is not expected to know everything. However, he should be expected to not provide students with incorrect information. On 19 November 2007, upon knowing that we have a test following his lesson, he kindly offered to, at his best, clarify doubts for that module as there were some similarities between the two modules. It is at which he provided two pieces of wrong information out of the few questions posted. Solutions to tutorial questions posted on the BlackBoard for MM3330 also contain multiple errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The impression he gave students was that he is more concerned in his research studies than in educating students. He would sometimes spend time during his lessons to speak about his research studies. He is also unreachable by students most of the time and the reason he gave was that he was busy with his research stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a renowned educational institution, we believe Singapore Polytechnic is targeted to provide quality education to students. Singapore Polytechnic has done well so far and we believe would tackle this situation promptly to provide an even better education to students of Singapore Polytechnic. We would appreciate a reply for acknowledgement of this case *removed if sending by snail mail*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours faithfully&lt;br /&gt;Students of class DMA/EO/3C/208 (Its obviously wrong, again, to prevent it appearing on search engins.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*admission numbers* *full names* (in admission number order) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-4570948863115431139?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/4570948863115431139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=4570948863115431139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4570948863115431139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4570948863115431139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/02/letter-of-death.html' title='The letter of death'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-214018708087922559</id><published>2008-02-05T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:05:59.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyone who knows me well enough will know that I always talk about negative stuffs during festive seasons. Same goes for Chinese New Year. But since it's my race's holiday, I am going to say some, just some, good things. It’s still just any other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, happy Chinese (Lunar) new year to my fellow friends, go get more money, and stop grumbling about not having enough money. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now for the negative stuffs (Yes, its only that little of positive stuffs). People like to do or say some stuffs to signify some good things. But they don't know the hidden meanings. Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Action: Sticking "福" (Luck) upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chinese (mandarin) it signifies:&lt;br /&gt;Direct: "福倒" (Inverted Luck)&lt;br /&gt;Meaning: "福到" (Luck come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my definition, it signifies:&lt;br /&gt;A dead person being buried. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a look at the picture below. On the left is the upright "福" and on the right is the inverted "福". Looking at the inverted as a picture rather than a word, the "一" looks like a flat surface, the base of a coffin. The "口" means "mouth" or some Chinese use it to represent a person. Now, the person is (lying) on the flat surface. "田" means field, earth. Putting these 3 things in order, you get a person lying in a coffin, and is under the earth, buried. Oh, an additional 3 blades of grass to the right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R6h6k3FTOUI/AAAAAAAAAMk/dHK6beEkrTQ/s1600-h/Fu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163511746460334402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R6h6k3FTOUI/AAAAAAAAAMk/dHK6beEkrTQ/s200/Fu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Saying: 年年有余&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chinese (mandarin) it signifies:&lt;br /&gt;Leftovers every year, meaning you lack nothing, everything is more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my definition, it signifies:&lt;br /&gt;Wasteful. Although I don't quite believe that this causes the climate change (Will tell you why in another post, stay tuned), but still, its wasting. Think about the starving childrenSSS *brings in pictures of black skinny children, so often seen, it makes no more impact*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Saying: 财源广近&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chinese (mandarin) it signifies:&lt;br /&gt;Fortune comes in big groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my definition, it signifies:&lt;br /&gt;"裁员广近", exact same pronounciation, meaning retrenchment comes in big groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Singing: 迎春花 (Scientific name: Jasminum nudiflorum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chinese (mandarin) it signifies:&lt;br /&gt;正月里来迎春花儿开&lt;br /&gt;迎春花开人人爱&lt;br /&gt;迎春花呀处处开&lt;br /&gt;幸呀幸福来&lt;br /&gt;幸福来呀幸福来&lt;br /&gt;大地放光彩&lt;br /&gt;迎春花咱们大伙儿栽&lt;br /&gt;嗨嗨那胡呀胡嗨&lt;br /&gt;合力培养勤灌溉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On the month of chinese new year, "spring welcoming" flower blooms.&lt;br /&gt;When the "spring welcoming" flower blooms, everyone loves it.&lt;br /&gt;"Spring welcoming" flowers blooms everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;The fortune, good fortune comes.&lt;br /&gt;Good fortune comes, good fortune comes.&lt;br /&gt;Brilliance is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Let's pluck the "spring welcoming" flowers.&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey na hu ya hu hey.&lt;br /&gt;Together, we plant and irrigate hardworkingly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my definition, it signifies:&lt;br /&gt;(With very similiar pronunciation)&lt;br /&gt;正月里来淫春花儿开&lt;br /&gt;淫春花开人人哀&lt;br /&gt;淫春花呀处处开&lt;br /&gt;醒呀醒不来&lt;br /&gt;醒不来呀醒不来&lt;br /&gt;大地放棺材&lt;br /&gt;淫春花咱们大伙儿栽&lt;br /&gt;黑黑呀妈呀乌黑&lt;br /&gt;合力培养勤灌溉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On the month of chinese new year, *a sexually transmitted disease* blooms.&lt;br /&gt;When the *STD* blooms, everyone is sad.&lt;br /&gt;*STD* blooms everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Can't, can't wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wake up, can't wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Coffins are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Let's all get infected with the *STD*&lt;br /&gt;Black black ar your mother very black (Okay this is out, but still sounds funny)&lt;br /&gt;Together, we spread and mutate the *STD* hardworkingly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Action: Not sweeping the floor for the whole CNY period (15 days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chinese (mandarin) it signifies:&lt;br /&gt;Not sweeping away the good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my definition, it signifies:&lt;br /&gt;Not sweeping away the bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Action: Buying lots of new year goodies (food).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chinese (mandarin) it signifies:&lt;br /&gt;You start your year with an abundance of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my definition, it signifies:&lt;br /&gt;Spending hundreds to get fat and sick. These foods are fattening and "heaty".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all I can recall for now. Anything else will be posted next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-214018708087922559?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/214018708087922559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=214018708087922559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/214018708087922559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/214018708087922559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R6h6k3FTOUI/AAAAAAAAAMk/dHK6beEkrTQ/s72-c/Fu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-3736824856856268906</id><published>2008-02-05T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:22:23.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally I am back. Miss me? Sure you do! If not you wouldn't have came to my blog. Yea, thanks for missing me. Do continue to miss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief update on what I did these few days. I had never played so hard ever in my life. The unofficial graduation was havoc. So many activities, and surprisingly, NONE of them was with my ex-polytechnic classmates (Wow, sounded so old).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went directly to a chalet after the last paper, didn't sleep for that night.&lt;br /&gt;Overnight mahjong for the next day, didn't sleep for the night again.&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat the next night, better, but still slept late and woke early the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Night safari the following night, slept late.&lt;br /&gt;Blogging for tonight, finally a good sleep, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the details, I think I will skip. Don't want you blog readers to have an eyesore reading such a long post. I don't feel like typing them out either. But generally, it was super tiring, but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for the next few days is to enjoy the holidays, although it doesn’t really matter to me. So now let's just move on to a separate post to talk about the Chinese New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-3736824856856268906?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/3736824856856268906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=3736824856856268906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3736824856856268906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3736824856856268906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-back.html' title='I am back!'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-4065394336232149397</id><published>2008-01-31T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:09:44.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titleless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow is the last paper of my polytechnic life. You are seeing this now because I will only be back after enough chaleting, mahjonging and mapling. Don't worry. It's fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you can't wait to preview the letter. I can't wait to celebrate my unofficial graduation too. So, WAIT. -.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-4065394336232149397?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/4065394336232149397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=4065394336232149397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4065394336232149397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4065394336232149397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/01/titleless.html' title='Titleless'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-120291864132660106</id><published>2008-01-19T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T00:58:57.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bomb-ed Bill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nope, I am not planning to bomb Bill Gates. I am referring to my bill, phone bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R5DQ1xaJ-vI/AAAAAAAAALk/2LcEzqwNOXo/s1600-h/Bill+Exploded.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156851195553905394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R5DQ1xaJ-vI/AAAAAAAAALk/2LcEzqwNOXo/s400/Bill+Exploded.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may say: "Hey! Its only $68.96. What's the big deal? My bill goes up to hundreds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a closer look. My previous bill was $9.23. A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7.47&lt;/span&gt;1289274106175514626218851571 times increase. Ever seen this happening to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make an analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.9 mins off-peak, 60.9 mins peak of talk time, total 76.8 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main contributing factor? FYP. Where the leader just likes to keep calling me, and better still, chooses to call me during peak hours. Worse still, every time without fail, he would try to find things to discuss when everything is already settled. He will go: "尔。。。还有什么啊？" (Meaning: Er... What else ah?). Which, roughly estimated, amounts to at least 15-20% of the total time. But now, FYP is over. So I won't comment anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I want to say/announce/shout something IMPORTANT: To ALL my friends out there, DO NOT call me unless ABSOLUTE necessary CAUSE I DON'T FREAKING HAVE FREE INCOMING (and caller ID too). An SMS will do better than calling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, 1475 SMSes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, wow, WOW! I don't even know how I manage to achieve that. I doubt many of you out there can even break 1k. Yes, 2 people to blame. You know who you are. Do that again, and I will chop you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you are free to send me as many SMS as you like. But don't make me waste money like how my FYP leader did. Don't message crap. I am fine with going straight to the point. You don't have to spend 20 messages to express one idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, this better don't happen again, or I will chop up whoever that is largely responsible for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-120291864132660106?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/120291864132660106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=120291864132660106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/120291864132660106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/120291864132660106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/01/bomb-ed-bill.html' title='Bomb-ed Bill'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R5DQ1xaJ-vI/AAAAAAAAALk/2LcEzqwNOXo/s72-c/Bill+Exploded.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-6903375499657505738</id><published>2008-01-18T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T19:33:32.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Starting deleting sequence... Initiated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deleting Chapter 1 : Scope of Biomechanics... Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deleting Chapter 2 : Basic Anatomy Terminology... Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deleting Chapter 3 : Mechanics... Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deleting Chapter 4 : Strength of Materials... Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deleting Chapter 5 : Bone... Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deleting Chapter 6 : Tendon and Ligament... Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deleting Chapter 7 : Skeletal Muscle... Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deleting Chapter 8 : Musculoskeletal Statics... Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deleting Chapter 9 : Musculoskeletal Dynamics... Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deleting &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R5CMnxaJ-uI/AAAAAAAAALc/E730FvLnkzM/s1600-h/ongfr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156776188245048034" style="CURSOR: hand" height="76" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R5CMnxaJ-uI/AAAAAAAAALc/E730FvLnkzM/s200/ongfr2.jpg" width="64" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... Failed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retrying... Failed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retrying... Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deleting &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ne &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;uckedup &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;etarded Lecturer... Failed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retrying... Failed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retrying... Failed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sequence aborted... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ne &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;uckedup &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;etarded Lecturer delete failed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Error details: Unable to delete &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ne &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;uckedup &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;etarded Lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible causes: You have not sent the letter of death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-6903375499657505738?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/6903375499657505738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=6903375499657505738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/6903375499657505738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/6903375499657505738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/01/face.html' title='The face'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R5CMnxaJ-uI/AAAAAAAAALc/E730FvLnkzM/s72-c/ongfr2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-5734803793055700446</id><published>2008-01-17T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T12:30:35.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished FYP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;FYP has finally ended following the VIVA earlier this morning. Felt so relieved, so good. SHIOK ARR!!! Machiam like recover from AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ne &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;uckedup &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;etarded lecturer's last test. Oh ya, some updates about this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ne &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;uckedup &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;etarded lecturer. Tuesday was his last lesson. He had the whole hour to finish teaching what he didn't, which was totally sufficient. But he used at least 60% of the time to talk some shit that isn't going to benefit us for his test. Yes, he obviously knows that he can't finish teaching and yet he goes on talking crap. To add on, this was how he ended his lesson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"*Just finish talking some crap*, can I stop now? The answers are all in the BlackBoard. Go and see yourselves. Anything don't know then come find me." How irresponsible. Know why he wants to end the lesson? Cause he always have this mindset: You can fail my module, but I must have my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, and some people may argue, he offered to help if you don't understand anything, so what's the big deal? Well, let me tell you. For the past whole semester, no one in our class had successfully found him during after lessons. He is forever busy, always always always busy. So what makes you think we can find him anytime before the test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the day to get him out of our lives!!! Well, maybe not yet. There is still, the letter of death for you. Wait~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-5734803793055700446?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/5734803793055700446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=5734803793055700446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/5734803793055700446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/5734803793055700446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/01/finished-fyp.html' title='Finished FYP'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-5530714462736092681</id><published>2008-01-14T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:36:54.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath: Pain 3 days, Bored 4 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While some of you may understand my previous 2 posts, some do not. Well, that THING is my F&lt;span style="font-size:25%;"&gt;uck&lt;/span&gt; Y&lt;span style="font-size:25%;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; P&lt;span style="font-size:25%;"&gt;ussy&lt;/span&gt;. If you can't see the whole word (which I suppose everybody can't), please copy and paste it somewhere else. Now, THAT is the hidden meaning behind FYP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else, that thing actually moved at the last minute. Not really well, but still, it moves; and knocks onto me. Aftermath? Pain 3 days. But still, the main point is that it moved. Full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though its under the same heading, but they are totally not related. What followed on after that thing moves is 4 days of pure boredom. Putting it in nicer words, our project went into SPINNOVEX. But actually, its just crap wasting our time. No one came, and left exhibitors of SPCARE playing with laptops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, its finally over. What is left is the final report, which was completed just earlier today. YAY! Thursday viva then its TOTALLY over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-5530714462736092681?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/5530714462736092681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=5530714462736092681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/5530714462736092681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/5530714462736092681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/01/aftermath-pain-3-days.html' title='Aftermath: Pain 3 days, Bored 4 days'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-6429146782556725581</id><published>2008-01-09T07:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T07:14:12.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last 2 hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-6429146782556725581?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/6429146782556725581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=6429146782556725581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/6429146782556725581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/6429146782556725581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-2-hours.html' title='The last 2 hours'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-6321192634487645584</id><published>2008-01-08T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T08:42:43.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is the last day to salvage that thing. Please MOVE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-6321192634487645584?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/6321192634487645584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=6321192634487645584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/6321192634487645584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/6321192634487645584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/01/please.html' title='Please......'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-7116434161628255887</id><published>2008-01-04T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T00:00:04.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back again, with updates of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ne &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;uckedup &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;etarded lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left us waiting for 5 hours for his lesson, where he went missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-7116434161628255887?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/7116434161628255887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=7116434161628255887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/7116434161628255887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/7116434161628255887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/01/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-654545222287388896</id><published>2008-01-01T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T18:39:23.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So expected</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please note that my previous post was written BEFORE I saw or read any news. The rubbish part was so expected. So ya...... Once every festive season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-654545222287388896?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/654545222287388896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=654545222287388896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/654545222287388896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/654545222287388896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-expected.html' title='So expected'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-1150695298302959084</id><published>2008-01-01T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T15:43:46.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A not-so-new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Hey, its the new year! My resolution for the new year is to start everything all over again! This time, BETTER!" - A very common new year resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year, everything should &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;theoretically&lt;/span&gt; be new from the start of this day. Yea~ You should dump your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soulmate&lt;/span&gt; yesterday, and find a new one today. End your life yesterday, and hope you will be reborn today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have celebrated the new year eve by going to the countdown yesterday, then I guess we should meet up today and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;countdown&lt;/span&gt; to 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Jan 08. And 3rd Jan 08 too. Wait...... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Isn't&lt;/span&gt; 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Jan 08 a NEW day? We should countdown to it too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Heck&lt;/span&gt;. What's after the countdown? You still have to live life, continue doing things from the PREVIOUS year. And yes, have you ever noticed, each countdown you do, represents one year closer to your death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, not to forget the forever available mess after these events, and then the news, and then the global warming, and then the blah blah blah~, never ending, once every festive season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the start of school (again). However, its not a new school term. Continuing from PREVIOUS year (sounds so long ago), is also the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;FYP&lt;/span&gt;, which is kind of screwed up. Also continuing from the PREVIOUS year are all the modules. Which has tests and exams scattered all over January, even eating into 1st Feb. Just spoils the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; Feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I have exactly 1 month left to finish whatever that has started 2 3/4 years ago. And I will make sure I finish it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-1150695298302959084?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/1150695298302959084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=1150695298302959084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/1150695298302959084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/1150695298302959084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-so-new-year.html' title='A not-so-new year'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-862729380683464293</id><published>2007-12-29T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T16:07:51.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Griddlers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have too much time, brain cells and eyesight to spare? Try &lt;a href="http://www.griddlers.net/"&gt;Griddlers&lt;/a&gt;, where art meets logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Griddlers is a site with nonograms. Nonograms are picture logic puzzles in which cells in a grid have to be colored or left blank according to numbers given at the side of the grid to reveal a hidden picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on a triangular puzzle (Triddler) for the past 3 days, total of 7 hours. Its amazing how this (click to enlarge):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3X9bBTJPII/AAAAAAAAALM/yQIWg-erQVY/s1600-h/empty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149300389615058050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3X9bBTJPII/AAAAAAAAALM/yQIWg-erQVY/s400/empty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can become this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3X9bRTJPJI/AAAAAAAAALU/mIhQFXY8mnc/s1600-h/completed+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149300393910025362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3X9bRTJPJI/AAAAAAAAALU/mIhQFXY8mnc/s400/completed+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great way to waste your time away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-862729380683464293?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/862729380683464293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=862729380683464293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/862729380683464293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/862729380683464293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/12/griddlers.html' title='Griddlers'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3X9bBTJPII/AAAAAAAAALM/yQIWg-erQVY/s72-c/empty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-6649637004097169119</id><published>2007-12-25T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T11:01:54.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stacks and stacks of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MONEY! Yea... You wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since no one cares, I think i shouldn't too. Let's do something else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3DNHRTJOoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aMPuxL3Cw4U/s1600-h/23-12-07_2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147839898870954626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3DNHRTJOoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aMPuxL3Cw4U/s400/23-12-07_2011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3DNHRTJOpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eC3lY24Ek6s/s1600-h/23-12-07_2013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147839898870954642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3DNHRTJOpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eC3lY24Ek6s/s400/23-12-07_2013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, you guessed...... Staplets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New upcoming property: Staplets Heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3DNHhTJOrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZsIyA0EP824/s1600-h/23-12-07_2018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147839903165921970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3DNHhTJOrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZsIyA0EP824/s400/23-12-07_2018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3DNIhTJOsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/29KmiZ1C3Sc/s1600-h/23-12-07_2020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147839920345791170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3DNIhTJOsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/29KmiZ1C3Sc/s400/23-12-07_2020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3DNVRTJOtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/N6lMvYCzRaA/s1600-h/23-12-07_2019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147840139389123282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3DNVRTJOtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/N6lMvYCzRaA/s400/23-12-07_2019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to live in it? Looks nice eah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, there's also a moutain beside it: Mount Staplets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3DNVhTJOuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xcwPIpfcx5Y/s1600-h/25-12-07_1708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147840143684090594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3DNVhTJOuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xcwPIpfcx5Y/s400/25-12-07_1708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3DNVhTJOvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TgoignosusA/s1600-h/25-12-07_1709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147840143684090610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3DNVhTJOvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TgoignosusA/s400/25-12-07_1709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Nice mountian for the hikers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the other side, is the shopping centre: Staplets Trades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3DNVxTJOxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/a6ivkRPJd44/s1600-h/25-12-07_1713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147840147979057938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3DNVxTJOxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/a6ivkRPJd44/s400/25-12-07_1713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3DNVhTJOwI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7EfooqH6qF4/s1600-h/25-12-07_1712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147840143684090626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3DNVhTJOwI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7EfooqH6qF4/s400/25-12-07_1712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks unstable. Fret not, its certified as a safe building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how do you get to Staplets Trades (Sesame Street)? By the Great Staplets Bridge of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3DNHhTJOqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rtKS3RdwlV4/s1600-h/23-12-07_2028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147839903165921954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3DNHhTJOqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rtKS3RdwlV4/s400/23-12-07_2028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: ALL are done without glue. They are only stable under their own weight and friction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for pictures of other stacks I've done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-6649637004097169119?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/6649637004097169119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/6649637004097169119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/12/stacks-and-stacks-of.html' title='Stacks and stacks of...'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R3DNHRTJOoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aMPuxL3Cw4U/s72-c/23-12-07_2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-7967024759407796928</id><published>2007-12-23T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T19:24:31.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye~</title><content type='html'>If no one cares, why should I? Bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-7967024759407796928?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/7967024759407796928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=7967024759407796928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/7967024759407796928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/7967024759407796928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/12/bye.html' title='Bye~'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-3374787829225765343</id><published>2007-12-22T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T19:48:48.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indigestible truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why do some people prefer to believe in themselves, rather than the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I was telling someone some truth, but he insisted to dismiss what I've said and to believe what he thinks. I had a hard time convincing him that what I said was the solid truth that couldn't be changed, never had, never did, and never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the truth really that hard to believe? Or is it that what I have tried to explain was just to "good" to be true? It all boils down back to trust. And only now, have I known, that I can't even convince a person whom I had known for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its either that the truth is too indigestible, or there was something wrong with the 7 years of fun, joy and laughter we shared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-3374787829225765343?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/3374787829225765343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=3374787829225765343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3374787829225765343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3374787829225765343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/12/indigestible-truth.html' title='Indigestible truth'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-1992729027837222437</id><published>2007-12-18T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T11:39:53.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean what you say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When you say something, make sure you are able to do it. Don't just say, and then do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uckedup&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;etarded&lt;/span&gt; lecturer again, who said that he would post up our test results on the blackboard and has yet to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of deliberate pickings of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OFR&lt;/span&gt;, it really is irritating (just like that chicken) to have someone say something, and then never gets it into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it in other words, its like giving false hopes. You wouldn't want false hopes right? Then don't say what you can't do, and do what you say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-1992729027837222437?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/1992729027837222437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=1992729027837222437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/1992729027837222437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/1992729027837222437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/12/mean-what-you-say.html' title='Mean what you say'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-9141297414305741478</id><published>2007-12-17T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T12:10:27.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritating</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="403" height="337"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/10xvuoJU7Ac&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/10xvuoJU7Ac&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="403" height="337"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-9141297414305741478?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/9141297414305741478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=9141297414305741478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/9141297414305741478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/9141297414305741478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/12/irritating.html' title='Irritating'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-1497239264207426203</id><published>2007-12-11T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:28:23.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communicating effectively</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"对话要对时 也要对人"&lt;br /&gt;Translated to be: "Say the right things, at the right time, to the right person".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone communicates. The normal, the dumb, the deaf, the blind. Communicating may just seem to be an act of making your stand known to others; but there is much much more than that. Communicating, in this context, basically just means talking or chatting, verbally or non verbally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an effective communication to take place, 3 conditions must be satisfied: Saying the right thing, at the right time, and to the right person. Should any of the conditions not be met, it will not be considered as communication; even though it may seem so. 3 conditions, which would effectively be 2^3 = 8 combinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I always have people talking to me with the wrong content or to the wrong person. I am so, totally, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; interested in the topic, yet, they just don't want to give me peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't understand what is going on in these people's mind. They talk non stop, about a topic you hate, or would bore you, or even hurt you. They don't care, they just fucking go on and on and on. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHUT THE FUCK UP FUCKER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-1497239264207426203?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/1497239264207426203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=1497239264207426203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/1497239264207426203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/1497239264207426203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/12/communicating-effectively.html' title='Communicating effectively'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-574919657303556852</id><published>2007-12-04T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T13:53:03.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exclusive: Yusof Ishak wearing hats!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Probably first in Singapore, Yusof Ishak wearing hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partying Yusof Ishak:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R5WEHRaJ-xI/AAAAAAAAAMU/t5wn_x-4cTQ/s1600-h/Partying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158174208689830674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R5WEHRaJ-xI/AAAAAAAAAMU/t5wn_x-4cTQ/s400/Partying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schooling Yusof Ishak:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R5WEHBaJ-wI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WJkRd89G7fY/s1600-h/Schooling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158174204394863362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R5WEHBaJ-wI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WJkRd89G7fY/s400/Schooling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yusof Ishak as Sultan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R1Vqfg09umI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FUBNt_E8j34/s1600-h/04122007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140131639333861986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R1Vqfg09umI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FUBNt_E8j34/s400/04122007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yusof Ishak as cowboy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R1Vqfw09uoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/d8E9_OUnJFY/s1600-h/04122007(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140131643628829314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R1Vqfw09uoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/d8E9_OUnJFY/s400/04122007(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's put the quadruplets together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R5WEHRaJ-yI/AAAAAAAAAMc/hf3jxRHiN78/s1600-h/Quadruplets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158174208689830690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R5WEHRaJ-yI/AAAAAAAAAMc/hf3jxRHiN78/s400/Quadruplets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, all folded by me. All using &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only one piece of note&lt;/span&gt;. If you want to see the real thing, please arrange to meet me before its too late. (when I feel broke I might just spend them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, only if they can smile... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, forgot something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R1VxWQ09uqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KXrfY7uSwpY/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140139177001466530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R1VxWQ09uqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KXrfY7uSwpY/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-574919657303556852?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/574919657303556852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=574919657303556852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/574919657303556852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/574919657303556852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/12/exclusive-yusof-ishak-wearing-hats.html' title='Exclusive: Yusof Ishak wearing hats!!!'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/R5WEHRaJ-xI/AAAAAAAAAMU/t5wn_x-4cTQ/s72-c/Partying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-4076577667162163169</id><published>2007-12-01T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T13:05:54.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"欲速则不达"&lt;br /&gt;Translated to be: "The faster you want to complete a task, the more difficult it will be to complete."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haste, a word often heard in MapleStory parties. Denotes a skill which allows you to move faster, thus killing monsters faster and leveling faster. Anyway, let's not talk about haste in virtual context. Let's apply it to real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask you. How many vehicles do you think can go pass an amber light in Singapore? The answer is (highlight it) &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;stunningly 1 bus, 1 car and 2 lorry trucks, not a 4 lane road, but a 2 lane&lt;/span&gt;. I saw them really speed pass that amber light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is being hasty really that important? Yes, only when you are such a procrastinator *hint hint to [miin]*, and the datelines are coming. But other than that, I don't see a reason to why you should do things faster than a speed you are comfortable with. You are just giving yourself a chance to make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are somethings, which I really don't know why, approach it with or without haste, you can &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; get it done; at least not yet. Failures of being hasty, and never occurrences of being not hasty. When you don't rush into it, people think that its totally not important to you, and never take any actions to it. Rush into it, and others think why the heck are you so fucked up with something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, so fucked up that you don't really know what to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-4076577667162163169?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/4076577667162163169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=4076577667162163169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4076577667162163169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4076577667162163169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/12/haste.html' title='Haste'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-25258398175409444</id><published>2007-11-24T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T23:31:48.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Fuckedup Retarded lecturer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After 3 weeks of totally being on books, I am free~~~ For the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to say about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uckedup&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;etarded&lt;/span&gt; lecturer. Just an amplification of Mr Fuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ruhua&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;a href="http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/10/lecturers-nowadays.html"&gt;Lecturers Nowadays.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost count of how many things he pisses me (and others) off. Let's do a count now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He teaches wrong things in class.&lt;br /&gt;2. His Blackboard materials information are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;3. His notes contains quite a few broken English.&lt;br /&gt;4. His test paper has too much questions, no one finished.&lt;br /&gt;5. He marks our test paper against his wrong answers.&lt;br /&gt;6. His attitude sucks.&lt;br /&gt;7. He is constantly looking down on people.&lt;br /&gt;8. He degrades other peoples' works when his is nowhere better.&lt;br /&gt;9. He thinks his Permanent head Damage and his experience (when he is in his late 30s) is everything.&lt;br /&gt;10. He makes use of our assignment to "help" him in his research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! 10... I think there are definitely more, but lets just concentrate on this 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) He teaches wrong things in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I just can't get over with. If he don't know what something (stress-shielding) means, then don't try to act smart and end up giving a whole lot of shit which is so god damn wrong. I can't remember what he said, for I can't find any logic in what he said that could help me remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still acting smart, he goes on to explain "&lt;em&gt;in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vitro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". "Something that is happening in a dead body", he exclaimed. Oh well, I would like to see you perform an &lt;em&gt;in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vitro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; fertilisation. Nowhere, seriously nowhere on the Internet can you find a definition of "&lt;em&gt;in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vitro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" as being in a dead body. He has his own "Permanent head Damage" dictionary, printed in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) His Blackboard materials information are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sensors and transducers", he gave. When sensors ARE transducers. What's worse is that he has been fiddling with sensors for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) His notes contains quite a few broken English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, self explanatory. Had a hard time studying his notes, with all that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Engrish&lt;/span&gt;, and all that long sentences that he always includes in almost every page you can find at least one in every page and of course he seems to like to use them without knowing that he has been typing for the past few minutes without using fullstops or commas or any other punctuation like... . and , and ? or " or : or ; and ( or ) and '. You get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) His test paper has too much questions, no one finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I've heard that no one in the whole class can finish a paper. List 5 reasons, and give 3 examples. 8 points to write about. He only gives 4 marks. 100 marks paper, 200 points, 2 hours. He may be able to finish, but he can't compare himself with us. He has been doing that for don't know how many years and its only 9 weeks for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) He marks our test paper against his wrong answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I couldn't confirm this yet, but he said during our test that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Qn&lt;/span&gt; #, ### is just a value to confuse us, there is no need to use that value for the calculation. And after the test, I questioned him why that value should not be used. He gave a reasoning that was totally wrong (I only found out it was wrong a few days later). So I suppose he has a wrong answer scheme as he gave a wrong reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) His attitude sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it just sucks. See 7, 8 and 9 below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) He is constantly looking down on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From students to lecturers, from civilians to government, from Singapore to Causeway (NOTE: NOT into Malaysia), even his own boss. Constantly giving comments which, I don't deny that some are interesting, has a hidden meaning to all of them. Nothing in his eyes is good. Everything just seems to be wrong when it passes through his mind. Ah~ 1 thing that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; wrong - anything that concerns him. See 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) He degrades other peoples' works when his is nowhere better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots to mention, but I just really feel like saying this to him: "Well, your markers' positional accuracy is very precise, but the shift in rotational axis in the joints are unpredictable. Looks like there is nothing you can do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Awwwwwwww&lt;/span&gt;. But you know what? You are just blaming the nature for the fact that you can't solve it. You are supposed to be doing a research on it. Meet problems, solve problems. *I love this* But what have you done till now? NOTHING!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) He thinks his Permanent head Damage and his experience (when he is in his late 30s) is everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we may have less knowledge and experience than you. But yours is not everything. Don't try to use it on anything. Having me to spot so many mistakes you make, you seriously have a problem with the piece of paper (PhD) you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) He makes use of our assignment to "help" him in his research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our assignment briefing, this was what he said: "What you do, will, hopefully, help me in my future works." So now what? He is taking us as free labour for his R&amp;amp;D? Using the fact that it has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;weightage&lt;/span&gt; in our final grades to trick us into helping you? Try something better. Of course, I won't waste my marks away just because I don't agree in what you do. But seriously, despicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, seriously, seriously. As a professional educator, you failed. Go back to your Malaysia, I (we) don't welcome you here. Or maybe your Malaysia also have people like me? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. But well, people like me is due to people like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured, our class now won't be like what you have for the past semester. Give not even a B for the whole class? Then, I will, within ALL my means, make you give me at least an A. We will see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-25258398175409444?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/25258398175409444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=25258398175409444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/25258398175409444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/25258398175409444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-fuckedup-retarded-lecturer.html' title='One Fuckedup Retarded lecturer'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-3910407284219109680</id><published>2007-11-11T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:07:14.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"同人不同命"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Translated to be: "Same, we are all humans, but we have different lives".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe a person can live 2 totally different lives? I do, cause I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I "was" a pure engineering student. Free time, boring lessons, quick revision and easy papers. These was what I had been doing for the past 5 semesters. This semester, I am doing something different. Biology. This is how I would describe it: "Time consuming, memory work(SSSsss), library, library, library and books."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I am actually able to sit in front of my computer, and the whole day was just work, assignment and report (not today of course, but if you were to not take into consideration my blog time, then yes, today is also counted). The power of biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, on my way home, with 3 books, total 10.5cm thick, to be used for my reports, I walked pass a malay (for identification purpose only, not in any part racist *although those who know me well should know what kind of person am I*). I heard 2 words behind my music from my ipod. "Total Nerd", loud and clear. This just shows how stupid he (note that i used "he" and not "malays") can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, he doesn't have an affinity for books. He is knowledge-less. Second, he was stupid enough to think that I can't hear what he said (which I pretended to) through my earphones. Third, maybe he was just born stupid. Whatever. And I am going back to school on Monday with 4 books :D 12 cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same, we are both humans, but he lives a stupid life, I don't. Same, me, but I can live 2 different lives - that of a engineering student and that of a biology student. Although to be exact, I have 3 lives. Sounds like in a game or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, different people really have different lives. Which life you choose to live depends on you. Live 1, find it hectic? Why not live 2? Or choose to be like me, 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-3910407284219109680?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/3910407284219109680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=3910407284219109680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3910407284219109680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3910407284219109680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/11/different-lives.html' title='Different Lives'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-1243602529892306047</id><published>2007-11-05T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:45:00.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"人生道路千万种 唯独一道必行之"&lt;br /&gt;Translated to be: "There are many different paths in life, and one must take only one path."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make choices everyday on every smallest possible thing you can think of. You think before you make that choice, or you don't. And you will only have two outcomes - favourable or unfavourable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For things so familiar, you don't even think before making a decision. And when the outcome is unfavourable, you only have yourself to blame. For things so important and influential, you can, need and must think before making decision. You may take awhile, few days, weeks or years to make your decision, but when it has to be decided, you have to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you make your choice on something, you could suddenly think you had just made the wrong choice. You go moody. Sleepless. Regrets. Nothing you can do, its your choice. You try to change your decision. You try to avoid the possible unfavourable outcomes that may surface. Bad? Definitely as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most unexpectedly, the outcome din't come as you had imagined. It may not be understood why your anticipated unfavourable outcome never appear. And you start to wonder why were you worried in the first place. That, is life. Full of unexpectency. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, you have to face outcomes of your own choices. Regret or not, you can't do anything to change your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make choices, don't regret, and face its outcomes; with joy or sadness. That, is making choices in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-1243602529892306047?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/1243602529892306047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=1243602529892306047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/1243602529892306047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/1243602529892306047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/10/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-993867161263701085</id><published>2007-10-28T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:49:57.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 Dec 21st Doomsday</title><content type='html'>Mayan Doomsday Prophecy Part1/5&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="403.75" height="337.25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fRgsygn1brg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fRgsygn1brg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="403.75" height="337.25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mayan Doomsday Prophecy Part2/5&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="403.75" height="337.25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K7auVwSbCFQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K7auVwSbCFQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="403.75" height="337.25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mayan Doomsday Prophecy Part3/5&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="403.75" height="337.25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AaOvpHjXibk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AaOvpHjXibk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="403.75" height="337.25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mayan Doomsday Prophecy Part4/5&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="403.75" height="337.25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iZHQhPH3SFs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iZHQhPH3SFs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="403.75" height="337.25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mayan Doomsday Prophecy Part5/5&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="403.75" height="337.25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pFHLuCTR3nk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pFHLuCTR3nk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="403.75" height="337.25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-993867161263701085?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/993867161263701085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=993867161263701085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/993867161263701085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/993867161263701085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/10/2012-dec-21st-doomsday.html' title='2012 Dec 21st Doomsday'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-3531623985147532849</id><published>2007-10-25T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T01:48:12.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lecturers nowadays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being lecturer specific here, a few actually, but I am not going to name them (directly). You know, lecturers (teachers) nowadays do a blog search about posts regarding them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First on the list: The die-die-do-it-my-way lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;Mr A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q U S T U V W X Y Z *name*&lt;br /&gt;This lecturer, forbids you to approach a question in another way other than his. Worst of all, he demands you to use a specific coloured pen to draw a specific line on a specific page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: The Oh-everything-is-so-not-going-anywhere lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Fuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ruhua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Criticize&lt;/span&gt; almost everything except his own works. *Blah blah blah*, results? NOTHING...... *Blah blah blah*, results? NOTHING...... *Blah blah blah*, results? NOTHING...... *Blah blah blah*, results? NOTHING...... *Blah blah blah*, results? NOTHING...... Goes on forever. Gives a 狗眼看人低feeling (look down on others).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third: The one-week-change-once-clothing a.k.a forever-chewing-something lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;Mr 令狐冲 (A character in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt; Yong's novel "Swordsman")&lt;br /&gt;Always see him with the same 2 set of shirts walking around the campus; and when during the new year he appears with a new set of shirt and pants, everyone is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth: The forever-having-orgasm lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Sneezing&lt;br /&gt;Well, according to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blackie&lt;/span&gt;, she sounded like she is always having the orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth: The 3cm-thick-5cm-diameter-spectacles&lt;br /&gt;Mr Red Lips&lt;br /&gt;The nickname says it all! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more, can't recall now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-3531623985147532849?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/3531623985147532849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=3531623985147532849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3531623985147532849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3531623985147532849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/10/lecturers-nowadays.html' title='Lecturers nowadays...'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-7201750008489357956</id><published>2007-10-21T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T12:50:48.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Hygiene</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, you guessed right. I am here to warn others about a (in my point of view) fucked up stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singapore Polytechnic Foodcourt 4 Ban Mian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although I frequent FC4 almost everyday, but till now, 2.735294118 years since I came into SP, I only ate from that stall 4 (or 5) times. And guess what? I am just that lucky to receive a bowl of noodles from that stall with a bug. Poor, dead, roasted, stewed and marinated bug, about 57/113 the size of the nail of your little finger (that, of course excludes people like *you know who*, who has freaking long little finger nails).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I found the bug, I 'what the fuck'-ed and stomp back to the stall. I waved to him, pointed to him the bug and kept quiet. Then, I heard the two girls, who were waiting for their noodles, exclaimed *out of my vocabulary*-ly, :"咦~~~为什么有虫的~~~???!!! (Eeeee~~ Why got bugs one~~~???!!!)". I am not sure if they managed to finish their noodles. He apologised 4 times in total. Refunded me my money, and offer to prepare a new bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The bug here is not the main focus, because eating that bowl of noodles may (would) not result in any deaths or uncomfort. But, isn't just disgusting? To find a bug in your food. Lucky for me, I was still stirring the noodles when I saw it. Imagine you only saw it until you finish your last strand of noodles. You would curse and swear (not for someone who enjoys eating bugs). Well, if for me, I wouldn't be just returning the noodles, I will call upon the NEA. I will not just keep quiet and show him the bug 'sleeping' there, I will make sure the whole FC gets to hear what I say. I will not just make do with a refund, I will make them lose their licence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moving on to the refund. Now, this is my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;main&lt;/span&gt; point. With his right hand holding to the bowl, passing on to my right hand, his left hand holding on to $3, trying to pass on to my left hand, below the bowl, trying to hide his act of refunding. What does this mean? What does this look like? Maybe you can't visualise the whole situation, so let me tell you, the whole scene looks like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bribery&lt;/span&gt;. Trying to save some reputation? Fat hope! I am going to tell everyone. BlehXz. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And one more thing. I saw a guy, helping himself with more anchovies (ikan bilis). While caught red handed by the guy inside, his reaction was: "诶！不可以，很贵的。。。你没有付那么多钱，不要拿酱多！(Oi, very expensive, this one. You never pay so much, don't take so much.)" Come on! Anchovies expensive? Who the fuck are you trying to kid? Noodles + veges + meat + egg. Collecting $3 still not making money? Taking a few more anchovies will make you bankrupt? Don't be an ass! Pucker! (With a 'P'~~~~, as quoted from "SHH").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have said my piece. I am not going to eat from that stall ever again, so does my friend(s). How about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-7201750008489357956?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/7201750008489357956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=7201750008489357956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/7201750008489357956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/7201750008489357956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/10/food-hygiene.html' title='Food Hygiene'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-1037417104753031618</id><published>2007-10-13T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T16:41:18.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the Earth(?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Still remember the concert that stretched across 7 continents on 07/07/07? That was a call for people to "save" the Earth. And now I am blogging about "saving" the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nope, I am not trying to "promote" "saving" the Earth, but I am here to ask :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/RxCD5c15LOI/AAAAAAAAADA/RCEsfbdX5Hc/s1600-h/OhReally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120737799338274018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/RxCD5c15LOI/AAAAAAAAADA/RCEsfbdX5Hc/s200/OhReally.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The concert ended with rubbish, literally and figuratively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tons of rubbish left behind by viewers of the concert was so much helpful to "save" the Earth. Imagine the monoxides produced by incinerating them. I think the Earth liked it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No doubt, the concert did awaken many people to the "importance" of "saving" the Earth, but is it enough? NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its very common to see recycle bins around Singapore nowadays. However, how often do you see people using them? OR, how often do you see old people digging cans and papers from these bins for their living? OR, how often do you come across a fully filled bin; with the excess just being thrown at the sides of the bin? OR, have you ever seen them catch fire? OR, (you get what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Save" the Earth? Great effort by the civilians and government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Take public transport, that's the way. Yet, more and more trucks and lorries are moving around the roads of Singapore to transport building materials. Development: another great way to "save" the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you did pay some attention while you were on the train, you would have noticed how many places are building buildings (English, weird -.=). Beyond Boon Lay Station (2 upcoming stations and a LRT system), Boon Lay station (former bus interchange), Lakeside station (Lakeshore condominium), Chinese Garden station (along the lake), Jurong East Interchange (IMM, infront of IMM, somewhere around International Business Park), Clementi station (Tradehub 21, former bus interchange), Dover station (SP), Buona Vista 'Interchange' (MRT Circleline).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow! All the way from beyond Boon Lay straight to Buona Vista, you have trucks, cranes, bulldozers, humans, .etc giving away 'gases'. Not to mention other places like Somerset, beyond Marina Bay (future), IR, Sentosa, any other places with MRT Circleline, future MRT Downtown line, (I can't finish mentioning them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again, "saving" the Earth? Great effort by the government and developers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The importance of money, still overrules the need to save the Earth, for now, as shown by the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, why waste your efforts to "save" the Earth? Only to be overpowered by developments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-1037417104753031618?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/1037417104753031618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=1037417104753031618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/1037417104753031618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/1037417104753031618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/10/save-earth_13.html' title='Save the Earth(?)'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QeilHhyRVPA/RxCD5c15LOI/AAAAAAAAADA/RCEsfbdX5Hc/s72-c/OhReally.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-8686919209702615907</id><published>2007-10-08T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:31:15.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for the worst</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imagine this situation: You just bought a new phone. Happy and so, stored &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; contacts into it, and you lost it the next day. Few hundreds of contacts gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or imagine this: You calculated how much your retirement needs. Did all necessary arrangements and preparations so that you can retire. One day, after you retire, you fell ill, spent all your retirement money, you recover fully, but you are left with nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These are still not the worst scenarios that can happen. Still, they are enough to make you feel like an idiot. There is nothing you can do. You can't turn back time. You can't get back to your original status for most cases. You just can't, even with money or power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My phone almost died on me today, and the first thing I did when I reach home was to start backing up my contacts. Typing them onto a word document, name by name, alphabet by alphabet. Now, that's preparing for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although (bad) things may not be necessary at all happening in your life, precautions still had to be made. Make sure everything had been taken care of. Imagine the worst case scenario. Make arrangements. Waste time. It's worth it. Even if your precautions never had a chance to be utilised, enjoy the satisfaction of being safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Crap, I feel like I am advertising for insurance companies. Whatever may be, prepare for the worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-8686919209702615907?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/8686919209702615907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=8686919209702615907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8686919209702615907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8686919209702615907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/10/preparing-for-worst.html' title='Preparing for the worst'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-8423693154594981991</id><published>2007-10-03T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T20:56:57.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adults nowadays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Day in day out, we hear the older generations teaching us to be courteous, but do they really practice it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you disturb and demand people to reply you when they are on the phone? Do you "request" to see something that someone else is reading? Apparently, older generations like to do it. That is their apprehension of courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to a wedding dinner recently, and these things did happen. I was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; on the phone and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt; with stuffs, but they don't seem to care. They continue talking to me and asking me questions, this and that, endlessly, as if they will never ever get another chance to talk to me. Yes, I do have two ears, but they can only work cooperatively not individually (even if they do, there is only one brain processing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, while looking at the menu for the day, one of them said to me :"Is this the menu? Let me see. (and proceed to move her hand towards the menu I am holding on to)". She could well just say:"Can I have a look at it?". "Can" still sounds demanding, but still, asking; rather than just demanding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have seen the older generations "disciplining" the younger generations just off the streets, many times. Some of them was necessary, while some of them were just redundant. But have you seen the older generations being ticked off when they did something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-courteous, wrong, or annoying? No. Because we were all taught to not talk to strangers. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just why is it that younger generations have to put off with older generation's nuisances? Just because you older generations can't get use to seeing (看不惯) something that us younger generations are doing, doesn't give you the authority to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chup&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kah&lt;/span&gt; (poke their noses into the matter). Just because us younger generations &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; tick you older generations off, doesn't mean you are right. Its because we are avoiding trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it not funny that the moment we voice our views (of the older generations) to them, we are being rebutted with:"Oh! How can you talk back to me? I am your older generation. I ate salt more than you ate rice. You should listen to me. You are rude."? If you do eat that much salt, you shouldn't be still alive, much more to say to discipline us. If we were rude, so are all those who "scolds" younger generations in the public. And yes, I would like to listen to you on how to use the computer, since you said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I say that all of us younger generations are right, but when you older generations are faced with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;reasoning&lt;/span&gt; rather than "don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kaypoh&lt;/span&gt;/diam la/your problem arr?", you should start rethinking if the society have changed, or were you really wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generation gaps, caused by older generations being unwilling to accept modern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;reasoning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-8423693154594981991?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/8423693154594981991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=8423693154594981991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8423693154594981991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/8423693154594981991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/09/adults-nowadays.html' title='Adults nowadays...'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-7001360597044025856</id><published>2007-09-30T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T00:39:40.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being cheated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"防人之心不可无"&lt;br /&gt;Translated to be :"No one can be trusted"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been cheated before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can be cheated in many ways - money, feelings, service, sex, or anything else. In TV serials (or real life) where there is a love polygon (almost to be considered as a circle), they cheat around. Old people get cheated with apples and oranges. Teachers get cheating students. Friends cheat each other, for fun or for ownself. Cheating, and being cheated, is everyday, everywhere, everytime, and everyone. I wouldn't believe no one has cheated or no one hasn't ever been cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot stop others from cheating, but we can prevent ourselves from being cheated. Trust, is the key. Do you trust everyone? No you don't. No one does. There are different levels of trust. Absolute trust, partial trust, or totally no trust at all. How many friends to you trust absolutely? How many friends do you tell everything to? For me, its only one. The more people you give trust to, the more vulnerable you are to being cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people do you trust? That is not important. What is important is how many people do you not trust at all? Well, nobody likes to not trust someone, but we &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to do it. There is nothing we can to about it. Some poeple are just ment to not be trusted. They cannot be trusted and must not be trusted. Trust them, and get cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you tell a secret to a friend, and he promised to not tell others, but went around to spread it like peanut butter, kaya, butter, jam... ... (alright, you got it already). Even this "simple" act is an act of cheating on friends. You trusted them, but it was misplaced. Unlucky. That is all that you can say. Prevention? Trust no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you give 100% trust in a relationship? In theory, you should. Idealy, you should. To have a happy relationship, you should. But, will you? Can you? I wouldn't. Maybe 99.999999999999... ..., but not 100. Just can't. You can't be sure when your other half will bluff you on (an answer for a question you are stuck on) or (when he/she gives you a surprise even though you asked what he/she is up to). Maybe that will be the only times they would not be telling the truth, but that is still equivilent to being cheated. What I am trying to say here is that, big or small, never totally trust them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-7001360597044025856?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/7001360597044025856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=7001360597044025856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/7001360597044025856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/7001360597044025856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/09/being-cheated_30.html' title='Being cheated'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-5590770526244382701</id><published>2007-09-25T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:03:20.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is a limit to everything, how true. (originally quoted from [miin])&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything has its limits. Just like me trying to upload an 11Mb attachment onto an e-mail and triggered [miin] to come up with this. Limits are there, of course, to limit things that we do or things that can happen.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Things that are meant to be done have to be done. Like for [miin] who procrastinates her assignments again and again for the whole holiday, there is a limit to slack time, I say. Also, limits exists for the amount of assignment one is supposed to get. But unfortunately, this limit is totally different between a student and a lecturer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life, also has its limits. When a person has to die, that person must die.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When achieving things, we often don't know the limits we can reach. We naturally continue moving forward irregardless of whether we have reached our limits. Behind our limits could be an impassible wall, or a cliff, with the latter being the more dangerous one. Therefore, we must know our limits to prevent irreversible disasters.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, lets limit x to infinity... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-5590770526244382701?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/5590770526244382701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=5590770526244382701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/5590770526244382701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/5590770526244382701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/09/limits_25.html' title='Limits'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-4081050615969669529</id><published>2007-09-23T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T20:07:04.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How knowledgeable are you?</title><content type='html'>First in the series, click &lt;a href="http://www.quiztron.com/tests/knowledgeable_quiz_46046.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to take the quiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-4081050615969669529?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/4081050615969669529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=4081050615969669529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4081050615969669529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4081050615969669529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-knowledgeable-are-you.html' title='How knowledgeable are you?'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-1281157012269202928</id><published>2007-09-22T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:25:00.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping into conclusions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;骑白马不一定是王子　也许是唐僧&lt;br /&gt;长翅膀不一定是天使　也许是鸟人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated to be:&lt;br /&gt;The one who rides a white horse may not be a prince. He could be Tripitaka.&lt;br /&gt;The one with wings may not be an angel. He may be a bird man (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, somethings are just too often seen that we jump into conclusions. That is the result of constant exposure to the same cause and effect over and over again. These exposures are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beneficial, but people use them in the wrong way - jumping into conclusions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;The result of doing the same thing may not turn out to be the same. It could just be that some results appear more often than others. Take running as an example. Not everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;finishes&lt;/span&gt; with a better heart, some finish with a dead heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even during something that can determine the life and death of someone, in a court trial, lawyers often jump into conclusions and throw back at the witness. Such acts can sometimes make complicated things easy, or make them even more complicated. Decision of life and death... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping into conclusion is something no one should ever do. How much it affects, how positive or how negative, varies to each individual. Such acts are more dangerous than it can do good and therefore one should not jump into conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, its the human nature to do so... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-1281157012269202928?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/1281157012269202928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=1281157012269202928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/1281157012269202928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/1281157012269202928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/09/jumping-into-conclusions.html' title='Jumping into conclusions'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-3191528854093402725</id><published>2007-09-19T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T12:57:02.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First, I got to know that one of my friend is staying at just the block beside me. Next, when we were taking cab back home, the driver lives in the same block as my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How small can this world get? How often do you face these kind of situations? You average walk pass the same person 50 times in your whole lifetime. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scary&lt;/span&gt;? And you won't even know who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go take a look at you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt;. How many times have you been shocked that your friend is your friend's friend? (of course that doesn't include "oh you viewed my profile, let me add you")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sister's classmate's brother is your classmate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By chance you meet your teacher in school when he was just only back to use the toilet? (he was nearby -.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, in the ***(lets just let somebody know what I am talking about and leave some others in the dark), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; you meet people you know or had seen before. Your enemy could be your friend's good friend. Your enemy's enemy is your friend. Your friend's enemy's friend's friend is actually you. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is so small that it scares me. Too many times of coincidence, just too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; the world small? Or is it just that Singapore is small?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-3191528854093402725?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/3191528854093402725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=3191528854093402725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3191528854093402725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3191528854093402725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/09/small-world.html' title='Small world'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-4955236622948091595</id><published>2007-09-17T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T12:11:11.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"世间无能守之秘"&lt;br /&gt;Translated to be:"No secrets in this world can be kept"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has secrets. Everyone. They are kept for a number of possible reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;protecting oneself from harm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;protecting others from harm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;keeping your views unknown,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;preventing a disaster,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;or simply just for the fun of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But secrets will eventually not be secrets. The harder you try to keep them, the easier they will be exposed. Secrets are meant to be shared anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can keep a secret. Secrets are hard to keep anyway. Friends drill and dig you for the secret. You blurt it out when you are drunk. Your trusted friend betray you by spreading them. You need this secret to prove your innocence. And of all, you get sick from keeping the secret(literally, or non literally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the secret is exposed, you blame yourself(or others) for leaking them. You wish you could turn back time and continue keeping it. Whats done is done. It is not a secret anymore. However, if you were to settle down and think for a minute, exposed secrets are not that bad after all. You get the relief of keeping a secret. You can discuss it openly and come to a conclusion that you could never think of. Your friends can help you in any difficulties you encounter. Continue thinking and you can come up with a thousand of reasons why secrets are supposed to be made known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self denial? Absolutely not. To a certain extend, yes, they relief your pain for your loss of secret. But these reasons are not lies you tell yourself. They are not for self denial. These are actual benefits that can't be compared to benefits of keeping a secret in anyway. That, is how it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, outcomes of revealing a secret can be unexpected. Your crush may be having a crush on you too(what everyone hopes for), your friends ostracise you(if so, they are not fit to be your friend anyway), your parents disown you(till then, you may start to debate if your parents are really your parents), or worse of all, someone gets jailed or dies over this secret(but still, it shouldn't be kept). It will reveal how true your friends are, who are the supportive ones, and who are those that should be shunned. Painful as may be, reality. But definitely worth the truth you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead, tell your friends what ugly things you did, tell your crush how much you feel about them, and best of all, tell me all your secrets(evil laugh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-4955236622948091595?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/4955236622948091595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=4955236622948091595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4955236622948091595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/4955236622948091595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/09/secrets_17.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448119380662782831.post-3724799206387269334</id><published>2007-09-16T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T11:56:02.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"人生好比被强奸 不能挣扎就好好的享受一番"&lt;br /&gt;Translated to be: "Life is akin being raped. When you can't resist, enjoy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How contradicting. An optimist first post(and heading) with a pessimist blog address. Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things in life that we can't do anything about(as in, preventing it from happening). Like having a bad exam(the questions you get) resulting in bad grades, the loss of loved ones, betrayal of friends, and many other things that no one with a right mind would want it to happen. The only thing we can do is how we react to these mishaps. You can rant and complain about them for one day, one week, one year, or forever. But one thing for sure: You still can't do anything about it. It HAS happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you can do things to make yourself better(rantings), or to seek justice(revenge, reasoning, quarreling). In fact, these &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be done and must be done. One must stand up for the unjust one has faced. When people say:"恶人自有恶报"(Translated to be:"Evil doers will eventually pay for their doings"), they are telling others that they are weak. They don't dare, and don't have the ability to seek justice. They are just waiting for others to seek justice for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting is not an option in life(unless you are faced with the danger of being ostracised and whacked like in the case of cutting a queue). Do things when they are supposed to be done. Procrastination only ends up in traffic jams(of your own time-traffic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore people whom asks you to stop seeking justice(sounds nicer than revenge? shouldn't be called "revenge" too; that's a wrong word to use), for they are just trying to stop you from enjoying life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore people whom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;labels&lt;/span&gt; you as someone without humanity, for they are wrong. You are just acting as a reflector. Send everything back. Protect yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to enjoying life depends on how you face your unhappiness in your life. Forgetting is not an option. Neither should it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead. Do what you want(leave this out when you are in army). Enjoy life the way you want it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448119380662782831-3724799206387269334?l=pessimistism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/feeds/3724799206387269334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448119380662782831&amp;postID=3724799206387269334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3724799206387269334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448119380662782831/posts/default/3724799206387269334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimistism.blogspot.com/2007/09/enjoy-life.html' title='Enjoy Life'/><author><name>PeSSiMiStiSm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038484767590680486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
