<?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-2112082950506387834</id><updated>2011-09-29T06:04:35.202-07:00</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='travel'/><category term='Rule of 6'/><category term='movies'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Nara~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twist-in-logic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112082950506387834/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twist-in-logic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FuzzYD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628216943934016236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpESPeamchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AlQZlUln5ZE/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112082950506387834.post-6150026711879402297</id><published>2009-11-14T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:13:46.019-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>System.exit()</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Its okay&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;To him, Things were going downhill.&lt;br /&gt;They had not spent much time together lately,&lt;br /&gt;So He had offered to walk her back to her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was Her response. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as he hated to believe it,&lt;br /&gt;Intuition told him something was not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coldness in Her tone suggested she was reluctant to spend time with Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;He couldn't help but feel avoided as his mind was flooded with lousy feelings.&lt;br /&gt;He had tried a few times to get across to Her and find out what was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Despite his efforts, All he got was a vague smile and insistence that "Its Nothing&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is it really?. .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;His mind was a Battlefield. Bombarded with Questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Questions only She would have the Answers to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;He did not want to make any assumptions. He wanted the truth.&lt;br /&gt;He needed to know what was bothering her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He was afraid of losing her. He wanted to set things right.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;BUT HE DID NOT KNOW WHERE HE HAD GONE WRONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could only &lt;u&gt;Assume:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;She felt pressured to return his Love.&lt;br /&gt;But, She could not return the Love he needed.&lt;br /&gt;And thats where He had failed to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Could his insecurity have ignited a Fear in her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A Fear that would tell her, All good things come to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;A Fear, that He would leave Her for not returning his Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A Fear, that would soon corner Her into the decision to System.&lt;b&gt;exit&lt;/b&gt;().&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood there with eyes sunken into their sockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Powerless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. As she walked away into the distance.&lt;br /&gt;Without even turning to bid a second farewell like She used to. .&lt;br /&gt;Without a hint that She still cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He was Hurting. Because Once upon a time, He was important to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He was Lost. He wanted to save them, but He couldn't do it alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He could not solve the Puzzle, As She held some of the pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;About 6324095662 dead brain cells later. .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;His mind rummaged through the fragments of their Memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;The Photographs of their Good times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Even though She never said it directly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He heard it then, through the Pet names and Things she had done for Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Honeypot". . .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Angie". . .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Hand made cards for Christmas, His Birthday and Valentines.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Chocolate Rose she inconvenienced herself to get for Him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Telephone calls to Wish him Goodnight and Sweet Dreams. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He Heard Her say it. . "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But He was too late to hear it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;And so in Silence, He cried for Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" text-decoration: underline;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;He would have wanted her to know, She wasn't the only one in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;===========================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;I know this isn't a very well structured post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;In fact it probably sounds like mindless babble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;But I'm sure theres others who can relate to this experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;When we are cornered. The choices we make tend to be influenced by our emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;Fear is one which causes us to make rash decisions / Perform stupid actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;This is the Story of a complicated Boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;He had finally found a Girl whom he felt could understand him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;But he Lost Her. Fear of abandonment inevitably led to his abandonment. The Irony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;The Moral of this Story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;Your beloved can't always be there for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;Sometimes you have to learn to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;But at the same time, Don't neglect your Loved one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;Its takes a balance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;And of course. .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Thankful whenever they've put an effort to do something for you.&lt;br /&gt;&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/2112082950506387834-6150026711879402297?l=twist-in-logic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twist-in-logic.blogspot.com/feeds/6150026711879402297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twist-in-logic.blogspot.com/2009/11/systemexit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112082950506387834/posts/default/6150026711879402297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112082950506387834/posts/default/6150026711879402297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twist-in-logic.blogspot.com/2009/11/systemexit.html' title='System.exit()'/><author><name>FuzzYD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628216943934016236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpESPeamchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AlQZlUln5ZE/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112082950506387834.post-1490052959496728787</id><published>2009-10-19T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T01:28:31.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Happy DeepRaya!</title><content type='html'>Just a  simple note to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.etour-singapore.com/image-files/deepavali-light-up-singapore-2008-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.etour-singapore.com/image-files/deepavali-light-up-singapore-2008-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Belated DeepRaya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to everyone who celebrates the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;Actually wanted to post this 2 days ago but my Internets been downed. Its back now but ridiculously slow.. -____- Either ways I hope you've all had a Great time with your Festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah, I believe it was someones birthday too. Not sure if the fella wants to remain anonymous or not, or if i even got the date right. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ill just say Happy Birthday DocHoliday/BeefGoneBad/Ex-roomie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If I'm mistaken, Please do correct me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112082950506387834-1490052959496728787?l=twist-in-logic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twist-in-logic.blogspot.com/feeds/1490052959496728787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twist-in-logic.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-deepraya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112082950506387834/posts/default/1490052959496728787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112082950506387834/posts/default/1490052959496728787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twist-in-logic.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-deepraya.html' title='Happy DeepRaya!'/><author><name>FuzzYD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628216943934016236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpESPeamchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AlQZlUln5ZE/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112082950506387834.post-2748159703939151730</id><published>2009-10-14T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:41:44.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rule of 6'/><title type='text'>6 Telltale Symptoms of Panda Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/StXyaBWX34I/AAAAAAAAAFw/ASy3R5ajAS4/s1600-h/funny-pictures-captain-obvious-cat.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/StXyaBWX34I/AAAAAAAAAFw/ASy3R5ajAS4/s320/funny-pictures-captain-obvious-cat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392482657698832258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Captain Obvious Strikes Again! . .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Panda Eye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Not to be confused with a movie parody of James bonds &lt;i&gt;Golden Eye;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div&gt;Panda Eye(s) is an affliction most people will experience at least once in their lives. Usually occurring due to a lack of sleep for a variety of reasons such as Insomnia, Assignment overload, addiction to TV drama, Football season, Emotional Stress and eating Hello Pandas.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/StXQS2Y9DcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/amamrjAJ8Tg/s1600-h/hello-panda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/StXQS2Y9DcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/amamrjAJ8Tg/s320/hello-panda.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392445151102438850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Citation needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless, I believe deep inside we all fight a crusade against waking up after not getting enough sleep on the night before. I need not stress that restlessness is in the top 10 list of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;suckiest&lt;/span&gt; feelings in the world. If you don't agree with me, Heres a challenge. Lie down on your bed, Close your eyes, But don't sleep. Just, lie there until the next morning. It ain't a 100% guarantee, but you probably won't be in a very jovial mood the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Symptoms of Panda Eye Include:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;6 - Black Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night must've been a Good Good Night huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/StWxg2kspLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/irNCw4XDkBY/s1600-h/blackeyedpeas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/StWxg2kspLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/irNCw4XDkBY/s320/blackeyedpeas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392411306809402546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;The Peas have it, Therefore it's Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a good look in the mirror. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there a discoloration of skin-tone beneath or around your eyes? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do your eyes appear to be sunken into their sockets? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you Club Last night although you've got obligations the next morning, therefore preventing you from getting enough sleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the answer is yes to either of these questions; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chances are high that you have Panda Eye. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Hey, that last sentence rhymed. .&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Solution&lt;/b&gt;: Modify the Human Genome to allow us to endure Sleepless nights. -OR- Spam Coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;5 - The temptation to (Physically)Maul-to-Death the first person who pisses you off on the day to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/StXSyCUKe_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/RPQmX_VkO_0/s1600-h/nastypanda1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/StXSyCUKe_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/RPQmX_VkO_0/s320/nastypanda1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392447885902773234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Friendly word of advice: Keep your Distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From personal experience, Panda Eye sometimes comes with the added effect of grouchiness. Sufferers will find that they are getting losing their patience and getting pissed off by &lt;a href="http://twist-in-logic.blogspot.com/2009/08/6-annoyances-about-commuting.html"&gt;everyday annoyances&lt;/a&gt; much easier than normal. It won't be surprising if you find yourself cussing at every little thing that stands in your way. Yes, that includes the person who just jumped you out of the blue on the highway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/StXWYFBnLWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MkBO5lQzTqg/s1600-h/wwf_panda_chair.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/StXWYFBnLWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MkBO5lQzTqg/s320/wwf_panda_chair.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392451838000180578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Don't mess with Mr. Panda. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Solution&lt;/b&gt;: Avoid Human Contact -OR- Carry around a warning sign that says keep 10m away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;4 - Failure to Comply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/StXZf6hSRTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Dn92-QPsMz8/s1600-h/800-no_wheels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/StXZf6hSRTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Dn92-QPsMz8/s320/800-no_wheels.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392455271154074930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;The human brain, After a lack of sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A poorly rested human brain is the equivalent of a car with no wheels. It's just that hard to get your thoughts moving. A good example would be attending a lecture, and hearing every word that comes out of the lecturers mouth. But somehow, it just doesn't register. You walk out of lecture having learned nothing. You attention span would be comparable to that of a Goldfish. Might as well have stayed at home and slept longer instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Solution&lt;/b&gt;: Stay in bed -OR- Sleep in class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;3 - Slower Reflexes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every try driving on a highway when you're sleeping? Long Distance or simply stuck in a Jam? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're really tired, It's possible to fall asleep with your eyes open. (I've heard the stories) This is no joke. If a car in front of you were to suddenly brake, be prepared to fork out some cash to an angry driver to get his bumper repaired. Alternatively. . If you wanted to be an ass you could just 'Maul' your frustration out on the fella, then drive off. . Which is probably why driving law tests always recommend you pull over and get a quick power nap if you're behind on your sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/StXs9_B4J3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ozkmIOsjwrs/s1600-h/car-bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/StXs9_B4J3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ozkmIOsjwrs/s320/car-bed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392476678481520498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictured above is a Car-Bed. Most likely to be located in your Bedroom. Remind me again why they haven't invented a Bed-Car? It would seem like a best seller design for congested roads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again. . That might make traffic jams worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Solution:&lt;/b&gt; Invent the Bed-Car and have it mass produced by 2012. Just in time to prepare for the prophecized end of the world so we can add Bed-Cars to the list of possible disasters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;2 - Not Responding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/StXyZoHpkJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dWiv_sCwRkY/s1600-h/annoying-computer-freezing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/StXyZoHpkJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dWiv_sCwRkY/s320/annoying-computer-freezing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392482650926190738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're having a meal out with your friends. One person seem's to be quieter than the others. This could mean either one of two things. They either have a lot on their mind, or they're behind on sleep. When you try speak to them they just aren't responsive. Typical responses may include:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Huh?.. What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Oh.. Okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-*Silence*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Solution&lt;/b&gt;: Leave them alone. They just don't feel like talking. Probe and you shall incur their wrath. I quote Barney from HIMYM, True Story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;1 - Just 10 More Minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit.. The alarms ringing. Just 10 more minutes. *Hits the snooze button*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next thing you know an hours past and you're going to be in quite a rush if you have any activities you're supposed to be doing on the following day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/StX1cmwS7eI/AAAAAAAAAF4/guN_6D_HBG8/s1600-h/bossyell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/StX1cmwS7eI/AAAAAAAAAF4/guN_6D_HBG8/s320/bossyell.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392486000634293730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is extremely dangerous if the activity involves meeting up your loved one for breakfast (Especially if you're a guy), and you've left him/her waiting there for an hour. -OR- If you had a job interview that would have netted you a 5 digit salary. If it was the latter, you'd probably want to shoot yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/StXxbO0yViI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VpLibZCgOi8/s1600-h/guns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/StXxbO0yViI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VpLibZCgOi8/s320/guns.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392481578984298018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Heres an image of a gun so you can pretend to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Solution&lt;/b&gt;: Try using 3 Alarm Clocks. Set them in a triangle formation around you, and Have them ring at 30 minute intervals. 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Lazy Me, been a month since i last updated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Been burning my time with activities to stop my hyperactive brain from thinking too much. Games, Sports, Gatherings, Whatever. It suck's to be haunted by your memories. Especially when you try so hard to put the past behind, only to have it come right back to stab you in the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SsBo5gLS2AI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GXR9QRQShWs/s1600-h/heartstab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SsBo5gLS2AI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GXR9QRQShWs/s320/heartstab.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386420491434252290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 78px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Love is like Dark Chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Sweet, With a Bitter Aftertaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;This post tells a bit of the random thoughts running in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;But before I pour out all the lousy stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some highlights of the events that have occurred since the last post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll skip the weekdays cos there's nothing really interesting happening then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;5-7th Sept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monash Convocation, We've all waited a long year for this event. But the reason why it makes me happy is that I got to see my Dear Family and Friends who had gone overseas to pursue their futures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs215.snc1/8221_278849280234_861225234_8889868_5447793_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs215.snc1/8221_278849280234_861225234_8889868_5447793_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Hands Held High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Who?: Family &amp;amp; Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;12th Sept:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day trip to Melaka, Left at 9 in the morning and reached there at 11. Instantly go to A Famosa Fort upon our arrival. Took LOTS of photos, not with my camera though. Headed down to Jonkers later that day for some Melakan Chicken Rice Balls &amp;amp; Chendol. Spent some time loitering around there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs255.snc1/10232_146306522936_566662936_2438500_6946945_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs255.snc1/10232_146306522936_566662936_2438500_6946945_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 403px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;By the Riverside Waterwheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Who?: Ricky, Ivona, Sook Jean, Sook Wei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;3. 13th Sept:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My laptop Windows failed on me awhile back. It was running in an Infinite Blue Screen of Death loop. After 6 years of service, I am finally able to replace it with a new desktop from Lowyat thanks to the help of a friend of mine. Sure serves as a breeze of fresh air for me. Cos really, Its been awhile since I bought something new. Went for some Badminton later in the evening. Good ol' exercise. Can never get enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SrXVQ9cA9WI/AAAAAAAAAEA/b5c5v5sHmCs/s1600-h/cmcasing.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SrXVQ9cA9WI/AAAAAAAAAEA/b5c5v5sHmCs/s320/cmcasing.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383443416937985378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Don't have a picture of it, But this is the Casing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Who?: Min Yean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;19th Sept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was supposed to go to Broga Hill for a climb today. Unfortunately I didn't sleep too well the night before so I wasn't able to get up at 5.45 in the morning. And I'm not exactly a morning person, especially when I don' get enough sleep. A friend of mine was kind enough to call me for lunch later that day though, even though i give aeroplane for the hill =__= hou paiseh. Thanks, I appreciate the company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m78/robin28witter/BrogaHill_0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m78/robin28witter/BrogaHill_0069.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 798px; height: 354px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Disclaimer: This photo is property of Pixel Amour Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Who?: Kok Mun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;4. 25th Sept:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arthur's Day was today. Originally planned to attend at Republic with some friends of mine. Apparently they were giving out free pairs of tickets for the Black Eyed Pea's Concert at Sunway Lagoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here is Begins. . .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was also the night of the Monash Ball 2009. Last years ball was an event that holds some very Dear Memories to me. There are some things that come to you when you least expect it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SsBtgfZRKXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/IIpuD9yHPIE/s1600-h/memories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SsBtgfZRKXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/IIpuD9yHPIE/s320/memories.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386425559285836146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;She cheered me up when I was down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Lifted my spirits when she was around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;My Friend, My Companion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Someone I could really open up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Little did I expect our ties would falter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Thank you For the Memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I know it won't be the same,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;But I hope we won't be strangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Because that would just be childish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"So give me reason. To be prove me wrong, To wash this memory clean."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;RT#1. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't really understand why it turned out this way. I guess theres just some questions you will never find the answers to until you discover your &lt;b&gt;True Self&lt;/b&gt;. I failed to do so in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I overlooked my flaws and never bothered to make self-improvements. To realize this, I had to fall down, really heard. A fall that snapped me to reality. There are some characteristics about a person that cannot simply be changed. But there are others which can. And by changing, Improving these characteristics, we evolve to cope better with society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Believe me, I hate change. But this is one I'm willing to make.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;RT#2. About Love and Awareness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Love. True Love. Does it really exist?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Or is it all just Infatuation?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd certainly like to believe so. I don't agree that infatuation is the limit to the human bond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what i figured:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Infatuation, is when you overlook a persons flaws and see them as the perfect person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Love, is when both parties realize their flaws, But cant completely understand each other yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. True Love, is when both parties realize, understand and accept each other for their flaws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where did I fall? Category 1 or 2? I don't know really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say is my &lt;i&gt;"Seng Mok" &lt;/i&gt;(Awareness) was farking bad. So bad, I couldn't even tell if a person was angry or happy. I believe somewhere along the line it was even hinted to me, But being a "&lt;i&gt;Seng Mok"&lt;/i&gt; virgin, I didn't realize it until I reflected on the hint about 3-4 months later =__=. In my shoes, Lets Just imagine its the as getting screwed by the guy in the photo below, Just because you were trying to be friendly when he was having a bad day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SsB88qqRkcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fepvRsheBiA/s1600-h/angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SsB88qqRkcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fepvRsheBiA/s320/angry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386442536020709826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 90px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;He's Happy. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But back on track. I cannot begin to stress how important awareness is. . I learned it the hard way. The ability to read people. This is one of my major flaws, I could not read peoples facial expressions. There are things we cant understand from just words coming out of a persons mouth. Facial Expressions are the bigger picture, So don't ignore them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dammit. . Why didn't I take Psychology as an Elective. .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;Thats all for now, Time to grab some Grub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2112082950506387834-2610361472669095757?l=twist-in-logic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twist-in-logic.blogspot.com/feeds/2610361472669095757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twist-in-logic.blogspot.com/2009/09/sad-faces-and-smiley-masks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112082950506387834/posts/default/2610361472669095757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112082950506387834/posts/default/2610361472669095757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twist-in-logic.blogspot.com/2009/09/sad-faces-and-smiley-masks.html' title='Sad Faces and Smiley Masks'/><author><name>FuzzYD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628216943934016236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpESPeamchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AlQZlUln5ZE/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SsBo5gLS2AI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GXR9QRQShWs/s72-c/heartstab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112082950506387834.post-7595875616117764097</id><published>2009-08-29T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T07:00:13.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>38.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Wed 26/08/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whats worse than having to wake up early in the Morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having to wake up early in the morning with a splitting headache. . Ugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/Spe4AsdaLBI/AAAAAAAAACo/Ca7vN4J690s/s1600-h/BananaSplit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/Spe4AsdaLBI/AAAAAAAAACo/Ca7vN4J690s/s320/BananaSplit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374967002363997202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;This Banana knows how it feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As if that wasn't bad enough. The headache came along with a complimentary cough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To cut a long story short, Each cough aggravated the headache. It was not a pleasant feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;An appropriate sound effect to describe the scenario: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*squish squish* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With the added visual effect of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A brain bouncing around the inner walls of the cranium in a similar fashion to the ball in the retro arcade game &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pong"&gt;pong&lt;/a&gt;. It was pretty bad.. So i conceded to sleeping it off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later that day. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me and some buddies decided to catch a documentary about Alien refugees stranded in Johannesburg. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*WARNING! SPOILER ALERT*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Overview- District 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpoV-GnaNRI/AAAAAAAAACw/paV8qjWk7VA/s1600-h/d9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpoV-GnaNRI/AAAAAAAAACw/paV8qjWk7VA/s320/d9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375633261892089106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 155px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;When you look at this picture, You see a Spaceship that could potentially make the Earth holier than Swiss cheese. But don't be fooled. . It's totally harmless. Go watch Star Trek instead if you're looking for Hardcore Spaceship action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ok that sounded wrong. . but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Genre:&lt;/span&gt; Sci-Fi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story begins with a Documentary of the events over the past 20 years. From the day the Aliens landed, to present day. Humans weren't too happy with the Aliens making a mess of District 9, Johannesburg. The place was a total slum. So, they decided the Aliens had to go. Brute force would be used if necessary. The man responsible for the evictions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;The Protagonist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SppLRMRRgLI/AAAAAAAAADY/a5hDwRsitJE/s1600-h/wikus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SppLRMRRgLI/AAAAAAAAADY/a5hDwRsitJE/s320/wikus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375691863943643314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Wikus Van De Merwe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Head operative of a fictional evil cooperation. (MNU)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Pretty badass name. Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the story he experiences significant character development, Something rare in movies these days. Starting off as a pawn of the MNU, he proceeds to do his job, Evicting Aliens in a not-so-compassionate manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through some dumb luck, He comes in contact with an Alien Substace that alter's his Genetic Code. Causing him to mutate into one, and suddenly everyone wants a piece of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;The Antagonists:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;1) The MNU (Multinational United)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien weapons in the Story are only usable by characters who possess Alien DNA. Being the 1st human to survive after having his DNA messed up, Wikus was able to use the said weapons. The MNU was jealous because Wikus suceeded where they couldn't after 20 years of Research.&lt;br /&gt;So they proceded to do the &lt;i&gt;unthinkable&lt;/i&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SppLRU6797I/AAAAAAAAADg/OQnJ1M4NvDw/s1600-h/district9pic9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SppLRU6797I/AAAAAAAAADg/OQnJ1M4NvDw/s320/district9pic9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375691866265876402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;There are so many ways this scene could have gone wrong.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ok, not really. But they wanted to cut him up and study his mutation. At this point, you'd have to wonder if the poor guy would have preferred the &lt;i&gt;unthinkable&lt;/i&gt; to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually Wikus Escapes, But Then theres these guys. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;2) Nigerian Warlord(?) &amp;amp; Co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SppSJXMlWMI/AAAAAAAAADw/6vQSz-K1e9I/s320/d9weapon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375699426019203266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;If im not mistaken, Its the fella at the bottom right. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Their role? They deal with black market trades, Monopolizing sales of &lt;i&gt;F&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;ake Cat Food&lt;/i&gt; to the Aliens in exchange for their&lt;i&gt; Arms&lt;/i&gt;. Note that &lt;i&gt;Arms&lt;/i&gt;, refers to both their &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;weapons&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;appendage&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But Whats the use of a decapitated Alien arm?. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Apparently consuming lots of it is nutritious and will grant you the ability to use Alien weapons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At least thats what they believed. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't working so they wanted a piece of Wikus too. Specifically, his arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SppWxEO4cEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aQ7s3C_vy8Y/s1600-h/broken.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SppWxEO4cEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aQ7s3C_vy8Y/s320/broken.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375704506169847874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 22px; height: 22px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By the end of the movie, the two Antagonist factions are fighting over possession of Wikus. He stands his ground and survives the ordeal, but is badly injured. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As for the Aliens, 2 of 1.8 Million manage to evacuate earth by the end of the film. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Thats a success rate of 0.0000001%) The rest are left to be rounded up and forced to live in a concentration camp. Oh- almost forgot, They promise they'll be back in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;3 years&lt;/span&gt; to make Wikus human again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In Summary, A Day in the Life of Wikus. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Escape from people trying to dissect you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Escape from people trying to eat you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kill them all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discover it's going to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;3 years&lt;/span&gt; before your Alien friend can fix your messed up DNA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;. . and you thought your day was bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- End -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meh. What an unproductive day. Stupid headache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, If you're wondering whats the significance of 38.1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thats just a body temp measurement when I went to the Doc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&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/2112082950506387834-7595875616117764097?l=twist-in-logic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twist-in-logic.blogspot.com/feeds/7595875616117764097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twist-in-logic.blogspot.com/2009/08/381.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112082950506387834/posts/default/7595875616117764097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112082950506387834/posts/default/7595875616117764097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twist-in-logic.blogspot.com/2009/08/381.html' title='38.1'/><author><name>FuzzYD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628216943934016236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpESPeamchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AlQZlUln5ZE/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/Spe4AsdaLBI/AAAAAAAAACo/Ca7vN4J690s/s72-c/BananaSplit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112082950506387834.post-3254345549394432803</id><published>2009-08-24T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T03:48:44.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Just another Twist-in-Logic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey There,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just an Introductory post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpJyL8bEIzI/AAAAAAAAACg/NOPFmORfMQ4/s1600-h/beginning_demotivator_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpJyL8bEIzI/AAAAAAAAACg/NOPFmORfMQ4/s320/beginning_demotivator_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373482854930195250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;You have been warned~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every New Chapter in Life has Beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let this blog be a Chapter to document the crazy nonsense rumbling in my head. I admit, my thinking can be rather flawed. Through discussion, What I hope this blog would bring to me a realization of my wrongs, so I can avoid repeating my past mistakes caused by my stubborness. One day I might even look back at it and get a good laugh at what i've written.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm quite an impulsive person. I tend to do things when I 'Feel like it'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I feel like starting a blog, Hopefully the novelty of it's entertainment value won't wear off too quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may find my posts wierd as my thoughts often revolve around what I like to describe as twisted logic. (Thus the title twist-in-logic™) I know a number of people who simply disagree with me because I just think on a different, Imaginary plane. Often makes me see things in a way that is not socially acceptable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either ways, I encourage any readers to keep an open mind. If you disagree with me, You have every right to voice out, Discuss and Justify your point of view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;In Summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I Hope people will be able to appreciate my writings here. Because I'm not so much of a writer, so this kinda goes out of my way. My posts will be intent on discussing my views of the world, expressed in a nonsensical, totally random fashion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-End of Intro-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wierd.. I just felt Deja Vu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2112082950506387834-3254345549394432803?l=twist-in-logic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twist-in-logic.blogspot.com/feeds/3254345549394432803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twist-in-logic.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-another-twist-in-logic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112082950506387834/posts/default/3254345549394432803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112082950506387834/posts/default/3254345549394432803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twist-in-logic.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-another-twist-in-logic.html' title='Just another Twist-in-Logic'/><author><name>FuzzYD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628216943934016236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpESPeamchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AlQZlUln5ZE/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpJyL8bEIzI/AAAAAAAAACg/NOPFmORfMQ4/s72-c/beginning_demotivator_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112082950506387834.post-1726092782870469681</id><published>2009-08-23T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T03:25:45.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rule of 6'/><title type='text'>6 Annoyances About Commuting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's another lovely day, where you get to go to work. Excited?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No? Yeah, figured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you're one of the lucky few with a workplace just opposite your house, Kudo's to you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Some people are lucky enough to have a car. Others are misfortunate as they are helplessly cornered into using the &lt;s&gt;Pubic&lt;/s&gt; Public Transportation System.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And if the Public transportation system is nowhere near reliable, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Say goodbye to your time wasted waiting.. waiting.. and waiting.. zZ&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lets face it, Commuting sucks. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It doesn't matter what mode of transport you use.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;6. Anti-Meter Taxis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so the day starts off. There aren't any Bustops or Train Stations near your place. Whats the next best option? Flag a taxi, To get to the public transport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpGBb_rMSMI/AAAAAAAAABI/p0ceCTo37Fk/s1600-h/flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpGBb_rMSMI/AAAAAAAAABI/p0ceCTo37Fk/s320/flag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373218148378757314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 246px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Picture not related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heres the part where you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Roll an Imaginary 5 sided Dice&lt;/span&gt;. (Numbers run 1-5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rolled a 5? Thats great! You've found a Taxi that charges you by the meter. Honest Taxi Drivers like these deserve a tip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4? Hey, This Taxi uses a meter too! Aren't you feeling lucky? Sit back, take a nap, enjoy the ride. Eventually you reach your destination. Either one of two things just happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lets just say there is usually more than one route to your workplace. You just went the long way. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The meter is just a toy. You're still getting charged a flat rate thats 150% of the actual price for the distance you just travelled. This is by the way, the same as rolling any number between 1-3.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpF_wU-tcDI/AAAAAAAAABA/w2xAedxpdDs/s1600-h/5dice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpF_wU-tcDI/AAAAAAAAABA/w2xAedxpdDs/s320/5dice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373216298671894578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 121px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Dammit, Biased Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wait, Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Apparently, Some taxi drivers wages are barely enough for them to sustain a living. The extra charge also pays off for money they've lost while stuck in 'traffic jams'* during the journey. Guess we could think of it as charity. Every extra buck they make easens their daily burden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;* *Cough* Bullshit *Cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;5. Sardines (People Jams)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, The Train station. Before you step on, here's a chance to breathe and cooldown from any rage you may have after being ripped off by the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;Or not..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpGEx8RJ4mI/AAAAAAAAABo/5jAz5mnMogQ/s320/trainsardine.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373221823956247138" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpGEpDVwK1I/AAAAAAAAABg/qqWDhVJZH9g/s320/sardines.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373221671235758930" style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 222px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"You and I, We're not so Different. ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comfort is not in the dictionary of the Public transportation system. Keep in mind this doesn't just happen on trains, but on busses too. Too often you'd be stuck standing all the way, smelling the armpit of someone with really bad BO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That isn't the worst part. People often &lt;i&gt;force their way in&lt;/i&gt;, Because they don't want to be screwed by their bosses for turning up late at the office. While forcing their way in, Train operators often encourage passengers move to the center of the train to allow others to board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This creates a new problem. Now you have to &lt;i&gt;force your way out&lt;/i&gt;, with the added risk that you won't make it anyway since its rush hour, and people will be pushing their way in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't really blame the train operators, They do make an effort. Very often announcements are made to &lt;i&gt;boarding passengers&lt;/i&gt;, encouraging them to make way for &lt;i&gt;alofting passengers&lt;/i&gt; before barging their way in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, This is to no avail as these operators do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; have the same level of influence as &lt;i&gt;Denzel Washington&lt;/i&gt; in Pelham 123.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpGJ30NZ16I/AAAAAAAAABw/vraMZtzyr0Q/s1600-h/denzel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpGJ30NZ16I/AAAAAAAAABw/vraMZtzyr0Q/s320/denzel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373227422430386082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"Please allow passengers to alight before boarding."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wait, Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People would rather squeeze than wait a few minutes for another train. Because it probably won't make much difference if they do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;4. Transports Not Arriving/Leaving on Schedule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wake up not-so-restless, Get dressed, and Rolled a 5 with the taxi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling lucky? For once things are going your way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. . Then Murphys (pessimistic) Law kicks in. You reach the bus stop, but the bus is nowhere to be seen. Then you wait, for what seems like forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpJPLjy5iPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/85CLyyPwFLc/s1600-h/buswait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpJPLjy5iPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/85CLyyPwFLc/s320/buswait.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373444365412305138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 257px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;That's right, Snooze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Just make sure you wake up when the bus arrives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooner or later, the public transport arrives. Still feeling lucky? Good, you're on the way to work. There may however be the alternative of the Bus Driver taking a tea break. This of course means you have to wait even longer. But you can't blame him/her, Everyone needs a rest. Something to ponder about, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The world would be a better place if busses were automated."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wait, Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two possible reasons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It rained, so a traffic jam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It didn't rain, but theres a traffic jam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bus driver won't drive until the traffic jam vanishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They're waiting for more passengers so they can pack em like sardines&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure if the next point is better or worse. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;3. Public Transport Services, Jumping You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This doesn't happen everywhere. (Or does it?) If a bus is packed like a can of sardines, theres no room for anyone else. So the bus ignores its designated stop and continues on with its jouney. Ok, Thats justified. But sometimes. . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpJW8LTD7VI/AAAAAAAAACA/MtSm4wJcf4I/s1600-h/busjump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpJW8LTD7VI/AAAAAAAAACA/MtSm4wJcf4I/s320/busjump.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373452897231301970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Wait. . Isn't that a disabled person sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;The public transport just jumps you for seemingly no reason. A totally empty bus, or train. I've personally seen it happen, and I'm pretty sure there was no label to indicating that particular carriage is exclusively for the disabled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wait, Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a wild guess, There's more than one stop every bus/train has to make. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets call them stops A, B, .., G. Now lets imagine, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Pick up 50 People at stop A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Drop 4 People at stop B, Pick up another 15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Reach stop C, and theres no space because no one gets off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop C never gets a chance unless an empty bus/train jumps stops A/B to get there. Comprende?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Another scenario. No Taxi's? No Bus? You're forced to. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;2. Take a Walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took only 5 minutes with public transport. Shouldn't take much longer on foot right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;LEFT!&lt;/s&gt; WRONG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpJi4dqpn1I/AAAAAAAAACI/bz8R9SRwt18/s1600-h/Honda_walking_assist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpJi4dqpn1I/AAAAAAAAACI/bz8R9SRwt18/s320/Honda_walking_assist.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373466027582136146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Actually. . It might not be so bad to own one of these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;A Honda Walking Assist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to get all Mathematical, but here's the facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Travel 5 minutes in a Bus going at 60 km/h. You just travelled 5 km.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The average human walks at 5 km/h. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(Citation needed) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You probably figured out by now how long the walk would take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the flip side, walking is healthy since you burn calories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on some days, It just wont do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpJkqPUWVNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bFbx8LlRtSw/s1600-h/Heavy-Rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpJkqPUWVNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bFbx8LlRtSw/s320/Heavy-Rain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373467982235587794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Fortunately, The kid has a bicycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wait, Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impatience kicked in. If only you'd waited a little longer, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because the bus &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; overtake you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;1. The Traffic Jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that work has finally paid off. Congratulations, you have enough to purchase a car. No more sardining, taxi charity, walking in the rain, and time wasted waiting for public transports. Hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, theres still the Universal Problem known as the Traffic Jam, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Vehicle version of Sardines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpJoLjE32rI/AAAAAAAAACY/LypcvzK4_gc/s1600-h/trafficjam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpJoLjE32rI/AAAAAAAAACY/LypcvzK4_gc/s320/trafficjam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373471853009951410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Don't you just love those shift-the-car-out-of-the-carpark puzzles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Here's the live action version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The traffic jam is probably the root cause of many delay's during your daily commute. Best way to avoid it? Wake up really early. But hey. . Lets be realistic, How long can you keep it up before the fatigue takes it's toll on your body? If your answer is forever, you have my respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wait, Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Just an opinion, Most commuters eventually get sick of taking public transportation. So, they buy cars and indulge in the comfort. When theres too many cars on the roads, The roads become the equivalent of a Bus/Trains. The cars on become the equivalent of the people cramped into that Bus/Train. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;On the Brightside, At least in a car it's not so claustrophobic.&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/2112082950506387834-1726092782870469681?l=twist-in-logic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twist-in-logic.blogspot.com/feeds/1726092782870469681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twist-in-logic.blogspot.com/2009/08/6-annoyances-about-commuting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112082950506387834/posts/default/1726092782870469681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2112082950506387834/posts/default/1726092782870469681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twist-in-logic.blogspot.com/2009/08/6-annoyances-about-commuting.html' title='6 Annoyances About Commuting'/><author><name>FuzzYD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10628216943934016236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpESPeamchI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AlQZlUln5ZE/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0ehZt-e2pk/SpGBb_rMSMI/AAAAAAAAABI/p0ceCTo37Fk/s72-c/flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
