tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14983798277245411342024-03-06T07:31:24.831+13:00Acquisition of the heartful mindThe pursuit is more than half the happinessPannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.comBlogger158125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-88054303700718694012008-11-01T18:03:00.002+13:002008-11-01T18:42:21.996+13:00Review : Dead SpaceDead Space... sounds like a horror game, and it is! Pretty good for a horror game, but still have to be compared to the likes of Doom 3!!!<br /><br />--> Check Dead Space off list<br /><br />You play as a man who's searching for his... girlfriend? wife? sister? Who knows!! On this ship of class "Planet Cracker" -- this is basically a planet version of harvesting rocks. It somehow cracks the planet's surface and pulls it up into space and processes it. Cool idea huh?<br />Upon arrival, nobody seems to be answering the call, which is fine for a horror game and the ship that you're in crash lands into the docking bay (typically). You exit your crashed ship with a few others and enter the complex, as a standard horror game goes, you have gore, gore and blood all over the place. First thing you notice is how WONDERFUL the 3-D interface is... as in... the Issac's HUD, not YOURS, but HIS!! He's got this suite like iron man and he has a HUD. This is projected into the 3-d space in front of you like a hologram, FUCKING AWESOME.<br />As the game continues you get your standard 1 by 1 introduction of enemies, initially you don't have a weapon so you have to run like a sissy down and take the elevator down. You find your new best friend and ion cutter (of the sort) and "Cut off their limbs" written in blood. You shrug and bam bam away you go.<br />The story consists of running little errands throughout the planet cracker ship and defeating crazy monsters along the way. You get to play space invaders a few times and Z-G basketball? or something like that.<br />Good things about the game are each enemy has a slight weakness, it might be the knees, arms or their.. tails..... But usually a few shots from mr Ion cutter and they usually die. The game doesn't scare you AS MUCH AS YOU POSSIBLY CAN, they didn't milk the game enough, they probably assumed that people are so scared they tend to spam their bullets a lot too... between my 4 weapons, on medium I didn't seem to run out of ammo at all.<br />The game's bosses are too easy, they basically have targets on them saying "shoot here, ask questions later" very consol game!<br /><br />Overall, story was pretty decent, strange clipping issues and lack of usage of scary atmosphere :(Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-73300474196499888502008-10-27T01:02:00.002+13:002008-10-27T01:05:43.471+13:00This upcoming holiday!This upcoming holiday - things I need to do :<br />Games to play/complete<br />Crysis : Warhead<br />Farcry 2<br />Sacred 2<br />Fallout 3<br />Red Alert 3<br />Legendary<br />James Bond Quantum of solace<br />Mirror's edge<br />Left 4 dead<br />GTA4<br />prince of Persia<br />Velvet Assassin<br />ON THAT NOTE<br />Need to upgrade my graphics card... Else the things above can not be done :(<br />Also do a few problems at <a href="http://projecteuler.net/index.php?section=problems">Project Euler</a>Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-67310669892449599422008-10-25T20:36:00.002+13:002008-10-25T20:41:09.348+13:00Flame wars!<div style="text-align: justify;">GRRR Ultimate flame wars.<br />I used to be a pro flamer in the good old Guild Wars forum posting days. *sigh* Good times... I've retained some of the spunk from the good old days, I still feel like flaming a bad design... just looking at GG's interface makes me wanna FLAME IT!!!<br />Having done a Cosc course in human interface design doesn't quench the need to flame!!!<br /><br />Note: HCI (human interface design) is basically design of a user interface. Interface is a program's outlook. Like... Windows has a lot of interesting HCI components. EG. Press Start->Shutdown to shutdown. START = SHUTDOWN??? random right?<br /></div>Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-46678187996421712462008-10-24T16:47:00.002+13:002008-10-24T16:58:26.144+13:00Team effort<div style="text-align: justify;">Just recently, i was part of a group project, and you know what REALLY GRINDS MY GEARS!!? People who say, "I'll get it done, sweet OKAY!!" and then... the following few weeks.. NADA! Zilch!! Zero. And when confronted, they say "oh sorry, I was meaning to get it done" (MEANING ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOOL) So now, that 'forgiven' person is set a new task... and you guessed it, same thing happens AGAIN! There's a saying, fool me once, shame on me, fool me twice, I can't be fooled again (Pres G.W.Bush Jr.) - I love that stupid quote, but you all know the original right? But as a group we decided to turn a blind eye.<br /><br />This happened several times (that and him not showing up to meetings bothered the collective) till the point where we just accepted failure from any task that he would perform. At the final few days, he managed to pull off his designated task by burning the midnight oil and get it done. I'm sorry, but that's just not good enough. There are a lot of sayings about limiting factors - the collective is only as strong as the weakest. (I can't rephrase that in a more elegant way as I can't be bothered so no flaming about this particular clause)<br /><br />This person, fails at being a team player. But what can we do? Not like we can fire him from a "random drawn" team.... *sigh* and we're one of the top 5 groups... just to think there are MORE dysfunctional people in other groups *shudder*<br /><br />For future reference, please do not say "i'll get it done" and not report to anyone about your progress of "lack-of". If you're not gonna do it, don't say you're gonna do it. If you are, keep us updated!!! grrrr angry!<br /></div>Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-66347139987966169442008-10-10T21:00:00.005+13:002008-10-10T21:06:18.216+13:00Why humans are stupidEvolution.... if it were real (for those who favour creationism), the logic goes... smarter people produce smarter babies.. and dumb people produce dumber babies.<br />RIGHT! That's the basics, lets assume smart people stick with smart people, dumb people stick with dumb people.<br />Smart people plan for families<br />Smart people try to have successful careers (primary focus on career and not on reproduction)<br />Dumb people do whatever<br />Dumb people can't have a great career so they fornicate one another (primary focus on reproduction)<br />Heat and bake with evolution, genetic drift on for several thousand years.<br />So.... the amount of babies that the dumb people produce will be more than smart people.<br />Conclusion : Dumb people are a plenty, smart ones are harder to find.<br />Solution : Snip reproductive systems off from people with an IQ lower than (X) and provide a better system for smart people having kids.<br />But that's inhumane!!! Stupid humans!Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-59229964175810419082008-07-27T21:35:00.003+12:002008-07-27T21:46:39.693+12:00Closer<div style="text-align: justify;">For a moment through time and space, we are one. Destined to follow the same path, separately but at the same time. Strangely, time and space doesn't allow us to do this. I wish we can be together always, closer than anything else in the physical universe, bounded together, forever. I want you to be closer to me, but what I want is not what I can have. You've slipped through my fingers too many times.<br />Thoughts of holding you in my arms quickly travels into the abyss in my mind, they yearn to be forgotten by vote of the collective. Hope is the only part of the grand collective of feelings that keeps you up on it's walls, soon to be taken down.<br /></div>Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-43540612701174749082008-07-07T20:00:00.002+12:002008-07-07T20:03:47.752+12:00Man's best friendHe sits, he lays down, he comes when called,<br />He eats, he sleep, he plays when bored,<br />He growls, he snarls, he barks when angry,<br />He's caring, he's fun, he's lively<br />He's man's best friend.Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-13321148465230568062008-07-06T00:24:00.002+12:002008-07-06T00:28:35.285+12:00She stands there<div style="text-align: justify;">She stands there... holding onto something so beautiful, completely startled by it. The world around her becomes muted by it's mere presence. She felt so powerful holding it in her hands, "It doesn't belong to me alone" ,she says to herself in the silent but busy room.<br />Today she felt the future in her hands... she enjoyed it. So much... she wants to do it again and again.<br /></div>Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-89473688194876918562008-07-05T00:13:00.002+12:002008-07-05T00:15:45.288+12:00Chipmunk on the roof<div style="text-align: justify;">Scuttling, it's the noise you hear 3 seconds before your alarm clock goes off.<br />Little crunching noises as you pour milk into your cereal.<br />More scuttling as you get into your car.<br />"There's a chipmunk somewhere in this house i think... should i kill it or let it go? Eh~ Whatever," is what you tell yourself.<br />You honestly can't be bothered getting rid of it, plus it's just there not doing anything... i hope...<br /></div>Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-66486838179028681792008-07-03T02:30:00.002+12:002008-07-03T02:39:30.205+12:00Do not fret, the inquisitor comethOne says, "Hi" another says, "Hey", but ultimately, this person says nothing. Did they mean to say anything? Or is he simply ignorant of your presence? Thoughts must race over yourself to who this person is... are they... mute? Expressionless? Do they simply just detest you? No... of course not, I'm lovable, no one can resist my charms. Somehow, that person has dodged every bullet you fired. You grow furious and maybe admit a little anxious about it. You tell yourself just let it go, and you do... that person... the one you used to love... they just tossed you away without even a glance.<br /><br />Do you understand the pain?Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-76233405250881111972008-05-30T23:44:00.004+12:002008-05-30T23:46:28.783+12:00Updates....No more... strength to go on.... blogging streak... ending<br />lack of motivation to go on.<br />*sigh*<br />it is sad to witness a death of a blog<br />even worse being the executioner.<br />nobody will read... nobody will see... the true genius will never be discovered in time to save the world. flattering myself won't resurrect the remains of this blog.<br />Sad but true.<br />If a blog falls in blog-universe, does it make a sound...?<br />Only the cries of readers.... of which there is none.Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-60121228629217954562008-05-16T18:54:00.004+12:002008-05-16T19:01:57.901+12:00You are an inspiration to meYou are an inspiration to me<br />The very essence of your being,<br />The way you subdue others with your charms,<br />The articulation of your words,<br />The reminder that you will always be there,<br />The justifications you give to your actions,<br />The understanding you portray,<br />The vibrancy of your glare,<br />The formation of your sentences,<br />The thriller that is being you.<br /><br />You are an inspiration to me,<br />Without you I would be nothing.<br />Without you I would feel nothing,<br />Without you I would try nothing,<br />Without you I would say nothing,<br />Without you I would see nothing.<br /><br />You are an inspiration to me,<br />everything that I do not want to be.Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-91543156160379587782008-05-11T21:25:00.003+12:002008-05-11T21:34:00.049+12:00We simply don't care<div style="text-align: justify;">Sitting at home, completely unaware of the growing explosive tumor in my brain that is a ticking time bomb. Which is one possibility of my demise, yours too. But we carry on with our lives as it were normal, unknowingly making arrangements that we will not be able to attend to, making promises that we can not keep. Because you're dead and all~~ No grudges can be held there - I hope.<br />The question that comes up often in our lives as we receive bad news that we can not do anything about. Is it really worth knowing if you can not do a damn about it? War in some middle eastern place that we can't do anything about. Brain tumor that's growing inside citizen A's head that will explode in 10 seconds from now? Unconsciously we make the choice not to care deeply about these people who are not directly connected to us.<br />I'm not saying we should shed a thousand tears for each individual that passes away. In contrast to not giving a damn about your dying parents. I'm simply raising the issue to the fact that us being human beings do not care much about others that we can not feel the effects of. Sadly but true, we do not give a damn about something that does not affect directly.<br />A sad and true fact.<br /></div>Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-1560750867326125632008-04-29T19:11:00.003+12:002008-04-29T19:16:01.742+12:00Simplify your life!!<div style="text-align: justify;">As we mature and age, we develop a need for complexity. Where there is none or little, we make it complicated and sophisticated for no apparent reason what so ever. Or is there an underlaying desire to be smarter and more clever than other people? We thrive on complexity, from our languages, to our technology and most importantly, our relationships with people. Why is it that we enjoy enduring complicated relationships with people we love? If you see it from one perspective, we enjoy being miserable. If you see it from another, we think too much about things. Wish we could all just enjoy what we have, who we have, for all their worth.<br />If it's complicated, simplify!<br /></div>Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-20318927072489671502008-04-25T23:47:00.003+12:002008-04-25T23:52:40.312+12:00The hill<div style="text-align: justify;">As I stand on the top of the hill overlooking the city, I think silently. I think about the people who live in this city, how far away are they? Can I see them from here? Do they know I'm looking over them? Probably not. I smile, hoping someone from below catches the flicker of light my teeth reflects. I continue to look ahead, I can feel the wind now, swaying me left.<br /></div>Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-46920101299286921742008-04-20T22:41:00.003+12:002008-04-20T22:52:29.901+12:00*sigh* didn't want to do this but I'm boredThe rules:-<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">1. Link to your tagger and post these rules. <a href="http://yinny2.blogspot.com/">Yinny</a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><a href="http://www.yinny2.blogspot.com/"><huei></huei></a><br />2. List eight (8) random facts about yourself.<br />3. Tag eight people at the end of this post and list their names.<br />4. Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving them a comment on their blogs.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">--Severely damaged the bone structure of my right elbow when I was 4, leaving me a disfigured right elbow.<br />--I have a snow white (as in... like snow) teddy bear that is currently wearing my balaclava posing as a terrorist in my room.<br />--Desperately in need of a haircut.<br />--Can crack almost every crackable joint in my body (like cracking knuckles++)<br />--I can be serious when the time presents itself (which you may not believe)<br />--I bring my water bottle around with me everywhere (sometimes I forget and leave it at the flat)<br />--Currently have 3 assignments due and haven't gone over 50% in any of the three.<br />--Not terribly effected by music.<br /></span><br />I tag nobody 8 times, because I honestly CAN'T BE BOTHERED!<br /></div>Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-24756211314128658402008-04-19T18:56:00.002+12:002008-04-19T19:03:10.318+12:00The most mundane tasks!<div style="text-align: justify;">I've got new found respect for programmers out there that programmed the normal "break" in a sentence. The ones that naturally press "enter" for you when it reaches the end of the line, it's not easy that's for sure, IT IS NOT EASY! Had to write like a hundred line of code JUST SO IT DOES THAT!!! 100!!! if any one of the fails, the program doesn't work!!! ANNOYING RIGHT~!!!?<br />Such a mundane task of pressing "enter" at the end of the line once if fills up, so simple? NO IT'S NOT!<br />So note to self and others, pay more respect to computer programmers and "nerds" as you call them, they're the ones that decide how to make the programs that you need for your business. Your MIR machine? Your GPS! The phone you're holding onto right now, your screen! Your entire life if you revolve around anything technologically advanced. Respect should be dolled out to these people who have made these things come to reality, don't be dissing!<br /></div>Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-17797333291828391512008-04-14T21:20:00.002+12:002008-04-14T21:25:43.586+12:00Don't hide<div style="text-align: justify;">You're beautiful, don't ever hide it from the world<br />Like a flower, except you're always in full bloom<br />You bring colour into your surroundings<br />I wish I could be close to you just to feel your refreshing aura<br />But if you hide, nobody will be able to find you<br />Beauty should not be wasted in a dark world<br />We need you, so don't hide from the world.<br /></div>Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-63458905239558839992008-04-12T23:13:00.004+12:002008-04-12T23:22:22.412+12:00Found these, digging through stuff<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Just looking through some old photos on my Pc, it's pretty interesting stuff<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik3gSbFJhb7oUmJmatrdls-czqoA5DNscMc-un2fMQAw6Baa27S9MJ3CxR-0txZUx8szlY9xut2Kn6_JmNRsYnP88J-sc8pc0ChVcs_epbD0Xpw8MWhLp75DGyXweJCg00s817e1CmBCel/s1600-h/tower+of+doom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik3gSbFJhb7oUmJmatrdls-czqoA5DNscMc-un2fMQAw6Baa27S9MJ3CxR-0txZUx8szlY9xut2Kn6_JmNRsYnP88J-sc8pc0ChVcs_epbD0Xpw8MWhLp75DGyXweJCg00s817e1CmBCel/s400/tower+of+doom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188316687382532930" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">The tower of doom, looks like a giant evil lair to me if you REALLY think about it</span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYzu47CEKrZ-HJHPgE0EkAGYs0SjEa0dhztRYYMiERVlSV2MwkoDquUAoF2pPRcXlHiTUelknOV7p0dqCV-yMc-KTXbTA0Ge0ixhIKWSAzx-RJczNNBJt71Tv-4abqHNze2G0uOSae5-U/s1600-h/eveningsky.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYzu47CEKrZ-HJHPgE0EkAGYs0SjEa0dhztRYYMiERVlSV2MwkoDquUAoF2pPRcXlHiTUelknOV7p0dqCV-yMc-KTXbTA0Ge0ixhIKWSAzx-RJczNNBJt71Tv-4abqHNze2G0uOSae5-U/s400/eveningsky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188316687382532946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Took it waiting for fish and chips and Allan, saw it and decided that the cloud swirl looked pretty neat</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFUINuB8ouzL1EGqqHU4beA38G9_CuZNGgIUaxya8zVJcTgozq3CCX5BFVLQ_jYS9JAhlDswXJQircQBkZ-pI5E5sH9hyL6EKqO028LqbWKEF8dGFheT88ul-b4VgoGEYBC7__94aj4Rom/s1600-h/kid+with+floss.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFUINuB8ouzL1EGqqHU4beA38G9_CuZNGgIUaxya8zVJcTgozq3CCX5BFVLQ_jYS9JAhlDswXJQircQBkZ-pI5E5sH9hyL6EKqO028LqbWKEF8dGFheT88ul-b4VgoGEYBC7__94aj4Rom/s400/kid+with+floss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188316691677500258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">The candy floss itself could possibly be larger than the kid it self!!! ZOMFG!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9VLn2cDpodv1m_NX87s0ZflNQ1DEnDugdHm2kUmUqGKTFbprm1ETX-9MXQpZ324LP2tDkUiuA__f0O091m8z6931yBkTyF7DCNJ-ZPjgEa3nIoqFsALmsPlL1NBfXUnRG_P8uqCFrZChV/s1600-h/andy1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9VLn2cDpodv1m_NX87s0ZflNQ1DEnDugdHm2kUmUqGKTFbprm1ETX-9MXQpZ324LP2tDkUiuA__f0O091m8z6931yBkTyF7DCNJ-ZPjgEa3nIoqFsALmsPlL1NBfXUnRG_P8uqCFrZChV/s400/andy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188316691677500274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">A random picture i took of my old dog, who's passed away :( So cute~~</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgew3AwfiBnWIpWhPu24Ybibg58nXF1j0bXZKqB_7HwMbM9CABNyUWUugsxisU9ti2oChkOYQFISU7o8WLgYyf97TVd6r0qiXo61eJDOH93n_QDVTFlBsHHF7Nhje7mpckxrF5fBSbTQy34/s1600-h/cousin1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgew3AwfiBnWIpWhPu24Ybibg58nXF1j0bXZKqB_7HwMbM9CABNyUWUugsxisU9ti2oChkOYQFISU7o8WLgYyf97TVd6r0qiXo61eJDOH93n_QDVTFlBsHHF7Nhje7mpckxrF5fBSbTQy34/s400/cousin1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188316691677500290" border="0" /></a>My<span style="font-size:85%;"> cousin, 2 days younger than my sister (Mum's sister's son) Acting like he's constipated in a kimono that my other cousin is going to wear (female) it's obviously too big for him</span><br /></div>Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-27515880893599863032008-04-12T22:39:00.003+12:002008-04-12T22:47:57.969+12:00Eye of the Beholder<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Note: Re-reading my blog title and decided, hummm just been ranting and talking about random stuff, not actually letting you relax and let me do the thinking. Haven't been doing that. Not very thoughtful during the past few days, but however, here's something interesting.</span></span><br /><br />Ever just wonder, what makes other's see different things? We both have brains, but why do they get something I don't and vise versa? It's a simple common sense, or at least, that's what you think. Here's a strange example : a person may see the world in a different colour than your own. If you were to receive the same information from their eye into your brain, you might be seeing the colour red instead of green, but strangely, you disagree with him/her on whether it's red or green. They say it's green, but to you, it should be green but it's red.<br />What they see is red, but call it green.<br />Have you ever thought about that?<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you have, I congratulate you on self exploration. If you haven't, I hope you're not confused.<br /></div>Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-49694751162560305642008-04-08T21:11:00.003+12:002008-04-08T21:24:22.855+12:00Argh!!! Women!<div style="text-align: justify;">Sometimes, I swear!!! (yes i do that often but you're missing the point ENTIRELY) Women!!! they drive you up the wall so high you can say hi to the moon!!!<br />Oh~~ What is it this time that they've done now Panny? You ask, WELL!!! Lets start from the beginning *rubs out green blackboard and starts chalking in a thought bubble*<br />You have women complaining about how "men are such jerks" and yada yada yada, (which seems to be the media norm) and then you have the "men who aren't such jerks" who oppose the men who are. What's your point? I'M GETTING TO IT!!! READ!!! Nobody really travels down the "women side of things" if you know what i mean, mostly because women are perceived as sugar and spice and everything nice, that and or all directors have to present their movie/media project on a board of ALL FEMALE MEMBERS!!!! Women sometimes forget that they themselves can be the "jerk" of the species, I'm not saying that men aren't, but women are as well.<br />That's a bit harsh don't you think Panny boi? No! that's my point, it's because we aren't so critical about women as we are about men, probably because women already have such low self esteem, if we bash them any further they'd probably go into an emotional coma! Most women "care" for lack of a better word about what they look like and what not, it's hard to find a woman who doesn't give a shit about weight and appearance. You could say that some do, but if I add in "relative to men! <- who are straight not gay!!" You'll agree with me some more.<br />That's not quite the point entirely. The tip of the point (ha ha) is that women can be as much as a jerk as men, if not more. They often have the upper hand which leads to them being manipulative of men's emotions. We are (men) not emotionless, it's less apparent because we aren't hormonal a quarter of our lives.<br />And there's MORE!!! Women openly hurt men like they are "allowed" to.... which is just cruel!!! Enough said<br />Fool me once, shame on you! Fool me twice, well... i can't be fooled again! (George W.Bush Jr)<br /></div>Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-75087037554651994392008-03-31T19:11:00.002+13:002008-03-31T19:20:26.175+13:00Things to own!<div style="text-align: justify;">Things to own... when you become a gazillionare! or have so much money you don't actually know what to do with it.<br />I can't say much about what you want, but here's what I've come up with so far on my list of wants.<br /><br />-That wack waveing inflatable arm flailling tube man from family guy<br />-Swimming pool of bean bag beans<br />-Side pool with jelly!!<br />-A yellow school bus<br />-Barney suit<br />-Robotic Dinosaur (the cheap ones you see at slightly-amusing-amusement parks)<br /><br />This is the list currently, more ideas might spring forth!<br /></div>Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-80366664639457144232008-03-30T19:55:00.003+13:002008-03-30T19:59:35.653+13:00Me and my anus!<div style="text-align: justify;">woah woah woah!!! A little graphic? Maybe! But that's not the point! Me and my anus! Titled by me! Because it's legendary.<br />How to use :<br /> It's easy! Instead of "your mum!" used "My ANUS!"<br /> often degrading to the user but gets the point across<br /> commonly used as an insult to what the target is or is doing<br /><br />Examples :<br /> Hey, can you pick up that potato?<br /> My ANUS can pick up that potato!!<br /><br /> I wish I can do maths so well.<br /> My ANUS can do maths well!!!!<br /><br />Basically, it's universal, JUST DO IT! My ANUS CAN DO IT!<br />It doesn't have to make any sense what so ever, use as directed for a comical effect to something mundane or to defuse tense situations. MY ANUS CAN DEFUSE TENSE SITUATIONS!!!<br /></div>Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-18579653433353450542008-03-30T00:43:00.001+13:002008-03-30T00:45:15.962+13:00this... is ..... LEGENDARY!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRPydjCHx27PEM5xIDpiC9q3xppdUrKjPefplp9EM-l-Sec6DXLNQ_OyiCBgB6Xulc3cJJ2HlYx59Jwd7SGkLf4Vo8zWP5B97RBz6TYK2ZWuDvN72OPcKiCHLojvfput-IGW5_OTBfkLAy/s1600-h/catfound%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRPydjCHx27PEM5xIDpiC9q3xppdUrKjPefplp9EM-l-Sec6DXLNQ_OyiCBgB6Xulc3cJJ2HlYx59Jwd7SGkLf4Vo8zWP5B97RBz6TYK2ZWuDvN72OPcKiCHLojvfput-IGW5_OTBfkLAy/s400/catfound%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183128066252377666" border="0" /></a>I got 1 word for it!! JUST ONE!!!<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><blockquote>LEGENDARY!!!!!</blockquote></span></span></div><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498379827724541134.post-34752912013594439202008-03-29T20:28:00.003+13:002008-03-29T20:29:52.158+13:00Tears of my SunEven the Sun may cry on occasions. It's okay, we will wait with you.Pannis McMannishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704823348176603391noreply@blogger.com0