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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 16:43:24 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>hypothetical subatomic particles</title><description>My salutations to symbols of communication. May they never be finite.</description><link>http://www.nesquarx.com/</link><managingEditor>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/nesquarx" /><feedburner:info uri="nesquarx" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406.post-7030943615241978272</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 18:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-04T00:27:09.768+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fatalism</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">choice</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lessons</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nesquarx</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">losing yourself</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">time</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spirituality</category><title>Will I ever be the same again?</title><description>A few days back, I was just rambling at myself while on one of my usual thought-explorations... I suddenly came to a realization which left me dumbfound for a minute. It shook all of my beliefs to the core and forced me to look at everything from a fresh perspective... And far, far harder to accept than the time I had to accept that existence has no meaning other than existence itself, or than accepting that it is impossible to judge, hence trust any entity... Those were trivial compared to this one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, it isn't something that will possibly ignite your passion or level-up your awareness... It's much more theoretical and cerebral, if I dare say so. Now will be a good time for anyone not in the mood for a bit of slightly intricate logic to find something better to read... (maybe something &lt;a href="http://www.nesquarx.com/search/label/fiction"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; would hold your interest?)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now before I start, let me tell you about some of the foundation pillars of my mind. First, I heavily believe in the power of individual choice and how it affects short and long term on our timeline. Secondly, I'm basically an atheist agnostic, thus God is a useful social construct and there are no proven omnipotent beings beyond rationality. Finally, I believe there is a proper mathematical/logical explanation of everything (agreeing to the fact that sometimes it's just beyond our current knowledge to provide it).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What went wrong was that I just proved to myself that some of these tenets can't coexist! Namely the first and the last one. Let me elaborate... I was musing along the concepts of causes and effects, reflecting on the time before time, the causeless cause at the beginning of this Universe, the current laws of physics and all that... Then I began wondering, If everything follows some definite rules with time, then given the rules and the complete composition of the Universe, a sufficiently powerful computer (or brain, if you please) can compute the state of the Universe at any point in time, (mind you that brain has to be outside the Universe for the simple reason that to compute the Universe the brain has to have more energy than the Universe) and the Universe contains us! But even the concept of such prediction was still too hypothetical and out of scope to be shocking... Do you realize, that if everything follows some rules (however complicated or esoteric), including us. Then the friggin timeline is fixed! It's all scripted! Fated! No free choice! (it was then I almost fainted...)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So taking the other side of the argument and going by the existence of free choice. Then since I can choose for myself while being aware of the choice and having the consciousness to understand that I am choosing out of free will. There must be something enabling free choice, which introduces randomness into the timeline. Now this agent of free choice, you can represent in multiple ways, consciousness, soul, luck, chaos... Any of these concepts can do the trick, but again, what's so shocking about it? For it to be what it is, (i.e. the thing that enables us to choose, such that the outcome of the choice can't be ascertained till it is made, or collapsing the quantum states of the timeline if you can think of it that way.) that agent of randomness, by definition, will have to be beyond any mathematics or logic. It can NOT follow any rules, known or unknown! (or else we return to perfectly deterministic fatalism)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or we can state that for freedom of choice to exist, there must exist something not be the same as everything else is in this Universe... Something mystical? Spiritual? Chaotic? Good? Evil? God? The Supersoul and its fragments? Some higher power? ... Funny thing is that, most of the spiritual theories tend to converge at this exact thing that I just derived... Shit! (Well actually I was much more colourful in cursing myself but I like to keep this blog rated PG.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well so the conflict, which went on till long, came to the obvious ending, I couldn't let go of free choice, so I ended up accepting that there has to be at least one thing that will remain forever unexplainable... It was really tough to digest. But still easier than living a scripted life. (I wonder, did I just create another imaginary construct to avoid a horrible truth? I don't know!)&amp;nbsp;To all those who already believed it without knowing... Meh... Do you need an award? *makes a rude gesture*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So ask me what I am going to do tomorrow? I DON'T KNOW! Because I have not chosen yet...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;______________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/profiles/NesQuarX" style="color: #cc6600; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;NesQuarX&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh, and yes I still think that the God concept is a social construct. Shoot me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018463310069420406-7030943615241978272?l=www.nesquarx.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nesquarx/~3/SPOP-Qsxjy4/will-i-ever-be-same-again.html</link><author>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nesquarx.com/2010/03/will-i-ever-be-same-again.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406.post-6367457119148936640</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 20:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-17T02:18:12.575+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mushy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nesquarx</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">acrostic</category><title>Thus</title><description>&lt;b&gt;I,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Have&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Acidic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Vines&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Etched.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Lived&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span title="Outside?"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inside&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Vitriolic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Essence.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Decadence.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Ought&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Understand.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;______________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/profiles/NesQuarX" style="color: #cc6600; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;NesQuarX&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This one is pretty much personal. It's here not because I wanted you to read it, but because I wanted to write it.&lt;br /&gt;
Feel free to enjoy the redundant acrostic.&amp;nbsp;Pat your back if you find the secret.&amp;nbsp;But no questions please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018463310069420406-6367457119148936640?l=www.nesquarx.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nesquarx/~3/14456ml1yiE/epliogue.html</link><author>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nesquarx.com/2010/02/epliogue.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406.post-2380080419714012440</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 21:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-09T02:57:56.355+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">word</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ersatz</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lessons</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nesquarx</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">philosophy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">grief</category><title>That feeling</title><description>That feeling,&lt;br /&gt;
When the ghost footsteps stop following just before you could turn.&lt;br /&gt;
When you know it was there right until you reached for it.&lt;br /&gt;
When you look up into the sky and understand there is so much that you would never understand.&lt;br /&gt;
When you know it was never yours anyway, but still, but still, but still, it's there.&lt;br /&gt;
When you realize that you're living an ersatz life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That feeling&lt;br /&gt;
That vague sense of loss.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wish there was a word for it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/profiles/NesQuarX"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;NesQuarX &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sorry for leaving the blog for a while, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;sorrier for coming back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;sorriest for having this for a comeback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="display: none;"&gt;VV2TRUQ7CESZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018463310069420406-2380080419714012440?l=www.nesquarx.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nesquarx/~3/oNo8dHUqkRQ/ersatz-grief.html</link><author>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">15</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nesquarx.com/2010/02/ersatz-grief.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406.post-7999301629605152701</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 13:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-14T02:51:36.474+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nesquarx</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sarcastic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">same old shit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">finding yourself</category><title>And again, and again.</title><description>Eat&lt;br /&gt;
Shit&lt;br /&gt;
Sleep&lt;br /&gt;
Reproduce&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Somewhere in between, you begin to wonder if that is all.&lt;br /&gt;
Then you forget.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nesquarx" rel="tag" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " border="0" src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=nesquarx" style="padding: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/profiles/NesQuarX" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;NesQuarX&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Oh, I forgot drink and pee... sorry!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018463310069420406-7999301629605152701?l=www.nesquarx.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nesquarx/~3/vQZhEy6_m4E/and-again-and-again.html</link><author>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">26</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nesquarx.com/2010/01/and-again-and-again.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406.post-4018614441046013055</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 20:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-04T11:08:14.764+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ego</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quotes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nesquarx</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sarcastic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><title>Unquotes, don't leave home without it.</title><description>Straight from the tweet vine... compiled haiku-style! Would you like some fries with that?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Q: Life is calling. Where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A: I'm holding the megaphone you moron!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Yes I am. Deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Sadness is more profound &lt;br /&gt;
for those who have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt; an enhanced sense of loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;An ellipsis &lt;br /&gt;
is worth a million words ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;It is better to have coded and debugged &lt;br /&gt;
than to have never coded at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Tell me when you find out &lt;br /&gt;
exactly what's missing in life...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I'll unfreeze hell and throw a party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;I am the personification &lt;br /&gt;
of perfect imperfections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;When I was born, &lt;br /&gt;
the doctors had to do a caesarean... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;My ego was too big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Life is not like Mario,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;it's more like Tetris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Tweeting tweets through tweeter&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt; to twits throughout the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Think that's tad tiring, thoughtless too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Look into my eyes, you will see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;... Stop staring like that! It's creepy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not a tourist... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;I'm a&amp;nbsp;Traveler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Some days I'm the Creator, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;some days I'm just the Preserver, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;But today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nesquarx" rel="tag" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " border="0" src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=nesquarx" style="padding: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/profiles/NesQuarX" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;NesQuarX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;I just love how you take the pains to read the fine print every time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1018463310069420406-4018614441046013055?l=www.nesquarx.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nesquarx/~3/OmUj68WhQOs/unquotes-dont-leave-home-without-it.html</link><author>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">21</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nesquarx.com/2010/01/unquotes-dont-leave-home-without-it.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406.post-556758974384666857</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 11:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-30T18:24:05.189+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">omgwtf</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nesquarx</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">55</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ugh</category><title>Epilogue</title><description>There I was, idly sitting on the freshly mutilated body, appreciating my own handiwork. Turning around, I found the barrel of a gun pointing at my head, time slowed… I swear I saw the bullet leave the bore and hurtle toward my forehead!  I kept waiting to wake up or something.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
No such thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet,'Trebuchet MS',Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nesquarx" rel="tag" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=nesquarx" style="border-style: none; padding: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/profiles/NesQuarX" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;NesQuarX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Okay, so I jumped in the 55fic bandwagon too... Actually, no, this is just a jab at how all 55ers have an awesome twist... mine doesn't :D&lt;/span&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/1018463310069420406-556758974384666857?l=www.nesquarx.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nesquarx/~3/13k29tjLuvA/epilogue-55-fiction.html</link><author>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nesquarx.com/2009/12/epilogue-55-fiction.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406.post-1794409271821301045</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2009 04:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-12T10:25:12.790+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">word</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cloud</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wordle</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nesquarx</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self reference</category><title>The words that built this blog.</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I saw a &lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/gallery?username=NesQuarX"&gt;wordle&lt;/a&gt;... and couldn't resist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Here's wordle #1 which I call my &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Blog Egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/1443708/NesQuarX%27s_blog_egg" target="_blank" title="Wordle: NesQuarX's blog egg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Wordle: NesQuarX's blog egg" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1cZNhyoNQA/SyMYjhy-CHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/0mk32WUjPMA/s640/blogegg.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And wordle #2 which is... well... a word cloud (It's more like a word barrel... but then again... who cares?)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/1443630/NesQuarX_blogs%27_words" target="_blank"  title="Wordle: NesQuarX blogs' words"&gt;&lt;img alt="Wordle: NesQuarX blogs' words" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1cZNhyoNQA/SyMYgPOK7AI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nFb2IbVOupQ/s640/wordle.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nesquarx" rel="tag" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=nesquarx" style="border-style: none; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/profiles/NesQuarX" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;NesQuarX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, you guessed it again... this is a filler. Okay, so I cheat... what's new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1018463310069420406-1794409271821301045?l=www.nesquarx.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nesquarx/~3/wmAA49Piuqw/word-clouds.html</link><author>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1cZNhyoNQA/SyMYjhy-CHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/0mk32WUjPMA/s72-c/blogegg.PNG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">15</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nesquarx.com/2009/12/word-clouds.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406.post-5361164629406833239</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 08:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T13:24:20.762+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">profound bullshit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mushy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">feminine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lessons</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nesquarx</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">losing yourself</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">philosophy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">conversation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">finding yourself</category><title>So?</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;So there I was, standing on the crossroads amidst the woods, looking at the 4-way sign, wondering which way to go... An old man came walking down the road marked 'Experience', he was all white; hair, brows, clothes. He smiled when he saw me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I asked, "which way do I go, old man?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;He raised a wizened finger back where he was coming from and said, "Go this way - you'll have wonderful experiences that will enrich your life forever. You may even become a great sage or philosopher."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I asked again "How many have fulfilled their lives on this road?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;"A great many! And they all would swear by this path" He told me with obvious pride in his voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;"But have they tried all the others?" I inquired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;He offered expansively, "You know when you encounter the best!". He winked at me and left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I decided to camp there for the night, I was lying down underneath the evening stars, watching wispy clouds drift by... I noticed a distant glinting light coming down the road marked 'Power', I got up to see it clearly, It was a sturdy old man with a lantern, he was wearing gleaming red armour and carried a very ornate sword.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;He came near me, hand shifting once on the hilt of the sword, then raised the other hand in greeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I greeted him in the same manner and asked, "Can you tell me which way to go?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why this way of course!" He grunted, "Where else can you prove your prowess and attain greatness? Where else can you gain powers that others only dream of? Where else can you command others and lead them to glory?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;He was possibly going to ask me more where-elses but I interrupted, "Do many go this way? Are they happy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;He looked at me with incredulity in his eyes, "Young man, almost every one I know has gone this way and found their calling in power! And I know a lot many!" He grunted again, which was possibly a laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I asked, "Have they tried the other ways?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;He gave me a snide look and told me before leaving, "They never needed to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Night came, the sky went darker, the stars became brighter, the crickets were noisier... I was almost dozing off when a very old commoner woke me up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hullo there traveler! Spare any food?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I shrugged and shared some of my rations with him, he thanked me and began eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Inevitably, I asked, "I can't seem to decide which way to go... What do you suggest?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;He looked at me blankly, dusted a few pieces of food from his gray garb and said, "I dunno, I reside that-a way, it's fine by me..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;He pointed at the road marked 'Contentment' and idly began eating again, I asked again, "Do many live like you? Are they happy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;He shrugged, "Many times many, we don't have any complaints, you can call it a kind of happiness, right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't reply, and somehow felt it quite useless to ask if they travel the other roads. He thanked me again and left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleep had left me too. Pacing up and down the tiny clearing around the crossroads, I had no idea how late it was, but there was a definite purple tinge in the East sky and it was growing lighter. I saw a faint shape emerging from the foggy East road, the one that I came from, marked 'Purpose'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;The shape turned into a person, she was slightly younger than me, lightly built, wearing a faded garment and a black sash on her forehead, her smile reached her eyes in greeting when she saw me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I smiled and waved, she spoke cheerfully, "Hi! Where you going?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I shrugged, "haven't decided yet. Can't seem to make up my mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;She laughed and shook her head, "You're doing it wrong! Here, let me help."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;She untied the sash from her forehead, revealing an old scar. Then tied my eyes with it before I could ask her anything else, and said, "Spin around thrice and then take it off."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I complied, a bit taken aback by her candor. When I took off the blindfold I found myself facing diagonally between Contentment and Experience, nothing but dense woods in front of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;She took the sash back and grinned, I was beginning to get what she meant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Where will you go?" I asked, grinning, not knowing why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;She shrugged, "No idea, I'll go where I feel like. Currently I feel like watching you make your decision. So what do you choose?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I looked at the dense forest in front of me. Then at the two roads on either side... It was then that her words hit me... "I choose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;She nodded, her smile softening. I turned to the lighter, more appealing patch of jungle diagonally between two other roads, and pointed "That way!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;She laughed and nodded again. I began to pack my backpack, she came and pointed at the knife that was tied on my leg. I gave it to her, then finished packing. Looking up, I saw her standing, with her back on a tree trunk near where I had pointed earlier. Grinning mischievously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;She moved off, I saw that she'd etched the word 'Curiosity' with an arrow pointing to my chosen direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;She offered me the knife back, I pointed at my leg which now wore another similar knife that I had kept as a spare. Taking the knife from her hands, I tucked it in her belt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;She grinned again, then kissed my cheek, "Well, what are you waiting for? Catch me! If you can..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;She vanished like a gazelle in the dense green and brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I laughed out, and ran...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nesquarx" rel="tag" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=nesquarx" style="border: 0pt solid rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-left: 0.4em; padding: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/profiles/NesQuarX" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;NesQuarX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This one actually did originate from a single paragraph that I had written in a random reply to a friend who had asked 'So?' My thanks to her. And thanks to SS for providing inputs for the ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018463310069420406-5361164629406833239?l=www.nesquarx.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nesquarx/~3/ROAP1M06XII/so.html</link><author>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">32</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nesquarx.com/2009/11/so.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406.post-5890753547740434064</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 07:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T13:42:55.979+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Experiment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">visual imagery</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nesquarx</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Psychology</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Annie's Song</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thought</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">simultaneous</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self reference</category><title>The madness that goes on in my head.</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trying to document a slice of my thoughtStream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Note, Left to right does not matter, the streams are simultaneous, sometimes even the top-bottom precedence may overlap.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" style="border-color: rgb(255, 0, 0); margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#888888"&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stream 0&lt;br /&gt;
(Conscious 1)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stream 1&lt;br /&gt;
(Conscious 2)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stream 2&lt;br /&gt;
(visual - thought)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stream 3&lt;br /&gt;
(auditory)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;" width="25%"&gt;Right, am I writing it down correctly?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;" width="25%"&gt;Stupid TDs and TRs, Google still couldn't refine their interface properly!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;" width="25%"&gt;Forest night, superimposed with a google logo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;" width="25%"&gt;Like a night in the forest&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
yeah, it's hard to keep track of this mess&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Yeah this is tough, ooh look, my neighbour is staring at my screen&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Mountains, a tangle of light-paths, buzzing with thought motes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Like the mountains in springtime&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;sometimes it's parallel processing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Hide? Don't bother? ... Don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;ahh, walk in the rain, memory recall! Tangle of lights straightening, fading&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;like a walk in the rain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;other times it's time-sharing... freaky!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Heh, what if that was the boss?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;stuck in memory recall&lt;br /&gt;
superimposed image of boss&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;like a storm in the desert&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Boss? Where is he? Nope, not nearby...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Meh, still wouldn't have bothered...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;underwater... (NSFW)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;like a sleepy blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Why is that guy covering his face with a hanky?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Sit properly, is the headphone wire stuck?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;(more NSFW)... headphone wire, extreme close up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;you fill up my senses&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Cold? Swine flu? right... funny.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;where is it stuck? examine, there! yank yank!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;momentary image of a pig, then masked doctors in lab coats&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;come fill me again...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;put on your glasses, you'll fry your eyes looking on the screen!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Yeah, like the glasses would help if it's bound to happen.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;the live version's video, John Denver looks weird...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;applause eh? Right! live version... coo!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Time-sharing again... How is one supposed to actually represent this?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;That sounds fatalistic, how unlike me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;accidents, death, inevitability, 2012 movie clippings.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Jazz, nice,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;A tree with the conscious node animated in time?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;2012? That's utter crap!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Fretboard fingering positions,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;mind following the guitar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Secondary streams?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;They come and go...&lt;br /&gt;
Not 2012, I mean yes that too, but timeline?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Animated graph with flickering nodes... tree without a beginning or an end...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;guitar...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Yeah, there will be only one 2012 the year&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;What aboout alternate date systems?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;calendar, 2012, blur, Jesus Christ, blur, flickering 7 segment displays...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Enter drums, guitar still being followed... talking... talking??&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Damn, I'm losing coherence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;talking to me? Nah...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;blur, colleagues behind head, fretboard, blur... too many images too fast.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Huh? colleagues talking... guitar...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Okay, stop, enough, enough. Stop&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Write that down you fool...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Blog page with this post... random reader.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;lyrics... mind not following...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Stop that music&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Stop writing too...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Desktop... winamp... meditative white...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;"&gt;momentary blank...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There are many more subtler substreams and momentary flashes, can't follow... too fast, too fine, and most importantly, too weird (sick? raw? vulgar? choose a word).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nesquarx" rel="tag" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=nesquarx" style="border: 0pt solid rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-left: 0.4em; padding: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/profiles/NesQuarX" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;NesQuarX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What? Don't you ever follow your own thoughts from a Third Person POV?&lt;br /&gt;
Huh?&lt;br /&gt;
Oh...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1018463310069420406-5890753547740434064?l=www.nesquarx.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nesquarx/~3/HfKQVX0NWSA/simultaneous-thought-streams.html</link><author>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nesquarx.com/2009/11/simultaneous-thought-streams.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406.post-2878150775925967677</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 11:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T13:54:41.687+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pregnant with meaning</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">...</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nesquarx</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">philosophy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>A tribute to the Pregnant Pause</title><description>&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 200%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nesquarx" rel="tag" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=nesquarx" style="border: 0pt solid rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-left: 0.4em; padding: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/profiles/NesQuarX" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;NesQuarX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;My favourtite and most used punctuation mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018463310069420406-2878150775925967677?l=www.nesquarx.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nesquarx/~3/sH2BRoE1VIM/ode-to-pregnant-pause.html</link><author>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nesquarx.com/2009/11/ode-to-pregnant-pause.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406.post-2820363306446017867</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 08:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T14:36:54.079+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quotes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nesquarx</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">philosophy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ugh</category><title>UnQuotes... Fresh wave.</title><description>What's this blog without UnQuotes? Nothing!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'If I can't have something by my own. I won't have it.'&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
'When I know people better, I tend to know them better than they themselves.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;On weird dreams:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
'Imagine living out a whole life and then waking up to another one... you feel pretty wretched to know that the gritty number of years you spent to carefully plan your ascension and finally took over the world - was a dream.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;To an anonymous online moron:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
'Learn to spell 'sexy' first and then talk about boyfriends and girlfriends.'&lt;br /&gt;
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'I have a simple definition of failure: To stop trying.'&lt;br /&gt;
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'Pain is a state of mind.'&lt;br /&gt;
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'The absence of honesty is not dishonesty.'&lt;br /&gt;
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'I'm honest about the fact that I'm not totally honest about everything.'&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;After writing &lt;a href="http://nesquarx.blogspot.com/2009/04/dearest-stranger.html"&gt;Dearest Stranger&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
'I was appalled at how much mush I could dish out!'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'I have more mood swings than a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Premenstrual_syndrome" style="color: red;"&gt;PMS&lt;/a&gt;ing woman.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'You don't buy a Lockheed Blackbird to take flying lessons'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'The knowledge that something is unknown is like an unscratched itch.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'If I had ever prepared for anything, do you think the competitors would even have the semblance of a chance?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'You don't find luck and happiness, you manufacture it.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nesquarx" rel="tag" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=nesquarx" style="border: 0pt solid rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-left: 0.4em; padding: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/profiles/NesQuarX" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;NesQuarX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet,'Trebuchet MS',Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Leaving already? But I was just getting warmed up!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1018463310069420406-2820363306446017867?l=www.nesquarx.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nesquarx/~3/zuVr8jwH8AM/unquotes-fresh-wave.html</link><author>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nesquarx.com/2009/11/unquotes-fresh-wave.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406.post-6256514264657342832</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 20:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T13:45:08.908+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">profound bullshit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nesquarx</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Birthday</category><title>Mandatory post-Birthday post</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;For some, it marks another year towards life, for some, it marks another year away from life... For me, it's a day. Almost like any other, except for the fact that people treat you nicely and you're expected to smile sheepishly all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So now I have experienced almost 25 years of life, 24 in air. I'm expected by the world to be growing up, maturing and turning into a man and all that crap. Doesn't hide the fact that I still have pimples like a 16 year old boy, doesn't hide the fact that I love to run for the simple joy of moving fast, doesn't hide a lot of facts including my glaring weirdness. Oh well, 24 years has been more than enough to learn to take those in stride. What else they have made of this fleshly thinking machine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Now now, before I get all existential and start spouting profound bullshit, lets take a lighter look on things shall we? It does put things in perspective... 24 years have taught that females are extremely simple unless you try to analyze them. 24 years have taught that you can't expect anyone to understand you - starting with yourself. 24 years have taught me that when you see something amusing, observe and don't interrupt. Oh, and 24 years have also taught me that everything that goes around is amusing in some way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Was that light? Or did I just mix profound bullshit with lame one-liners? It's fun to keep you guessing than actually providing an answer for that. And I'm all for fun, anytime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So what do I have to say about life? Oh c'mon.. Don't groan! A consumer has the right to an opinion of a product after using it for this long! So, what was I saying? Right... about life, uh... well... umm... Here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life is the process of doling out moments between post-coital bliss and a walk in the rain.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Damn that sounded weird... I know! Let's wait another year before trying that again shall we? I hope I can come up with something less cheesy next time! Till then, live on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet,'Trebuchet MS',Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nesquarx" rel="tag" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=nesquarx" style="border: 0pt solid rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-left: 0.4em; padding: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/profiles/NesQuarX" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;NesQuarX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet,'Trebuchet MS',Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So you decide it's profound bullshit after all eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1018463310069420406-6256514264657342832?l=www.nesquarx.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nesquarx/~3/MZzLEula2lg/mandatory-post-birthday-post.html</link><author>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nesquarx.com/2009/10/mandatory-post-birthday-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406.post-5159445777470236539</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 11:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T14:19:11.933+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pervy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">deal with it</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pointless</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vulgar</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ugh</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">puns</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">phallic imagery</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whatever</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>The power of your dirty mind!</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;The heart is not the only part to mightily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;throb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Alcohol is not the only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;tool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;debauchery,&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;When a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; strikes hard it's not on a clerical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;The world runs on the power of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;phallic imagery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nesquarx" rel="tag" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=nesquarx" style="border: 0pt solid rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-left: 0.4em; padding: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/profiles/NesQuarX" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;NesQuarX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4 line nastiness specially prepared as an instant treat to all who enjoy ... um ... the more satisfying things in life :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1018463310069420406-5159445777470236539?l=www.nesquarx.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nesquarx/~3/Eln-o3Wv5IU/power-of-your-dirty-mind.html</link><author>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nesquarx.com/2009/09/power-of-your-dirty-mind.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406.post-2871303588802999358</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2009 07:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T13:46:36.937+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pointless</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nesquarx</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">very important bulleted list thingies</category><title>The 8 things thingy</title><description>Okay I know this is out of character... but sometimes it's interesting to jump on the bandwagon ;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Got tagged by &lt;a href="http://nightwingdreams.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anish&lt;/a&gt; in his post so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 TV SHOWS I LOVE TO WATCH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Any interesting Anime that's on.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Friends.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Random Discovery channel tech-docus.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;CSI.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;House.&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;An odd episode of E! sometimes.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Any other cartoon, if it catches my eye.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Tom and Jerry, rules the roost!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 FAVOURITE PLACES TO EAT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Home. Can't beat that.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Random street tea stalls.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Lalu da's  - he makes the best chicken rolls ever!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;KFC.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Kalim hotel in Chandni - awesome rollettes.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Sabir's Biryani.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Office cafeteria, hardly buy food from there. But eat there everyday :D.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Some choicy restaurants... long list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 THINGS THAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Taught a student for 4 friggin hours... 3 class combo.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Went existential only twice... that's a definite improvement.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Played improbable island for an extended time.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Had just 4 cups of tea and no coffee. I know, it's meagre... but didn't have chances.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Played around with 4 cats and 3 dogs. (home+streets).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Ran for a kilometer or so... Yeah I know I'm getting lazy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Tried to pick up the chords for Annie's song. Gotta keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Went to bed before 3am! I'm proud of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 THINGS I LOOK FORWARD TO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;The next moment&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;A walk&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Rain&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Sitting with XheliOS (my new PC)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Food&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Making something&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Waking up&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The Future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 THINGS I LOVE ABOUT WINTER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;More food.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Cuddling.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;More hyperactivity.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Blankets.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Dryness in the air.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Festivals abound.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Early morning walks (more like very late nights.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Winter itself.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 THINGS ON MY WISH-LIST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Ruling the Universe.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Learning the piano.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;A decent electric guitar.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Sushi from an authentic place.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;A week's vacation alone.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;More more hardware.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;A month without a cold.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;More superpowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 THINGS I AM PASSIONATE ABOUT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Life&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Food&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Tech&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Females&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Art&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Information&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Innovation&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Complex problems (Oh, I just repeated no. 4!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 PHRASES OR WORDS I USE OFTEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Ahh, well...&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Hmm.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Good for you.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Beat that!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;I WIN!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Gotcha!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Muhahahahaha (Evil maniacal laughter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 THINGS I LEARNED FROM THE PAST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;I'm right in more cases than I'd like to be.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;People come, people go.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Life goes on.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Time passes faster than you'd expect it.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Incredibility is better than credibility.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Change is the only thing that's constant.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Patience pays.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Truth is relative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 PLACES I WOULD LOVE TO GO OR VISIT OR SEE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;The crab Nebula.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Japan.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;The ruins of Atlantis.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;The Mediterranean.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;The surface of the Sun.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;The lonely tropical islands in South-East Asia.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;The Fjords of Norway.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;All the World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 THINGS I CURRENTLY NEED OR WANT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Answers.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Sleep.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Few more lives.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Iridescence.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Money.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Recognition.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Control.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Firey demons from Hell for minions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 PEOPLE TO TAG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Don't&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Like&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Forwards&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;So&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;No&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Tags.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Kapeesh?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nesquarx" rel="tag" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=nesquarx" style="border: 0pt solid rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-left: 0.4em; padding: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/profiles/NesQuarX" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;NesQuarX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;But there's an open invitation to all my friends who would like to do the same for themselves...  Assume I've tagged you. And drop a comment ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018463310069420406-2871303588802999358?l=www.nesquarx.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nesquarx/~3/su_V_8uLNIw/8-things-thingy.html</link><author>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nesquarx.com/2009/09/8-things-thingy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406.post-1078405355978058963</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 12:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T13:46:54.049+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">crappy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lessons</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">society</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nesquarx</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">search</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sarcastic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">change</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blah</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">finding yourself</category><title>Rut Breaker</title><description>What do you do when you are stuck in a rut?&lt;br /&gt;
What do you do when you just can't make the cut?&lt;br /&gt;
When things loop endlessly, how do you break it?&lt;br /&gt;
When life gets predictable, how do you take it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I just get out, close my eyes, spin around like a top.&lt;br /&gt;
Then I start walkin', open my eyes to see where I pop.&lt;br /&gt;
I just smack life in the rear, put it in high gear,&lt;br /&gt;
Kill the loops in here by shutting down the fear&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of change, of the unknown that creeps up unnanounced&lt;br /&gt;
Of reality, the one that used to be before we bounced&lt;br /&gt;
From life - to the endless loop that is here and now.&lt;br /&gt;
I write a pointless post about it, and then take a bow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nesquarx" rel="tag" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=nesquarx" style="border: 0pt solid rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-left: 0.4em; padding: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/profiles/NesQuarX" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;NesQuarX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: 78%;"&gt;another 2 minute hack job... just needed to post something. You likes?&lt;/span&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/1018463310069420406-1078405355978058963?l=www.nesquarx.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nesquarx/~3/XsASWVv81i8/rut-breaker.html</link><author>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nesquarx.com/2009/08/rut-breaker.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406.post-737437802520423785</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2009 09:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-17T02:49:47.743+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">coping</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">feminine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">visual imagery</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flashback</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">drops</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">search</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Answers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">grief</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">finding yourself</category><title>Raindrops</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Any pattern that forms on a window pane being pelted by cold raindrops - stays for less than a moment, and you could never see it again; this fact alone made it worth looking at. Or maybe she was just looking at it to make out shapes on the other side of it. The city streets were up and running as usual, maybe the rest of the world was as busy as it ought to be, people did seem oblivious to everything going around them. Or was she concluding that just by herself? As she couldn't, see their expressions from this high up... And the rain, it seemed endless, must have been days... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What was the time anyway? Ahh, her thoughts were exceptionally restless tonight. Perhaps the chaos of her mind was betrayed by the raindrops on the glass - Fascinating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;The room felt damp, must have been the kitchen window, she did not feel like going up and shutting it, somehow the mustiness reassured her, kept her focused around the now, yes, she had been trying to keep the past and the future at bay from invading her now... her now, her sanctity, her sanity. But not tonight, no, there was something about tonight, no one would escape her probing thoughts tonight, no one would dare, the raindrops wouldn't let them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Her mind. How much of it was real? How much of it was now? why did every person in her thoughts come with a hundred faces? She didn't really care. Spider silk of relationships entangled with specks and blobs of people, what a beautifully delicate network! It was as beautiful as it was horrific - threatening to engulf bits of her in its knots! But the raindrops did not want that to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Thoughts, memories, feelings, they lay scattered around like the pages of a freshly fleshed novel and she was going through them with the surety of the novelist who knew it would never make it to print. But anything could happen tonight, there was something about tonight, the raindrops seemed to notice that as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Something was causing discomfort. Was she hungry? Thirsty? Or was it some other physical oddity? There was a very distant noise... She reached under a pile of pillows and pulled it out, pressed a button, the noise subsided, though the lights kept on winking at her. With some thought, she carefully put the cellphone back under the pillows with the deftness of an oft repeated act. An unchecked smile half flitted across her face, there was this secret satisfaction in abandonment... something she never understood, she never wanted to, but enjoyed it nonetheless. She went back to watching the raindrops. And they watched her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;The rain, it must have been falling non-stop for at least Five days now - it may as well have been Five Hundred years, she had lost track of time long ago... or was it just five minutes ago? She could tell that a quick trip to the refrigerator would confirm her that only about Two days' worth of food was left from the week's supply that she had brought when she took refuge in her two room apartment. Five days! Did the raindrops know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;There were tear marks along her cheeks, though the tears had stopped... possibly yesterday. She could probably have spent another eternity sitting just like this, and the raindrops would happily oblige her, but not tonight. There was something about tonight. Was it time already? The raindrops abruptly stopped in answer to her question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;She went closer to the window, the drops clung tighter to the glass. Each drop showing a warped piece of the streets below. A milieu of lights that she suddenly could not help but find comforting - compared to the darkness of her own abode. She noticed that she could see only those drops which refracted the lights below, not the ones which showed the dark sky above. It was time indeed. The raindrops had shown her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;She went back to her memories, this time picking up the bits which shone like glowing embers of comfort and truth. Some of them too hot. She winced at a few unexpected pieces, but did not stop the inflow, an unconscious drop of tear welled up in her eyes, one that would never fall... the rain had started quietly again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Any pattern that forms on a window pane being pelted by cold raindrops - stays for less than a moment, and you could never see it again; this fact alone made it worth looking at.... Something was causing discomfort.  There was a very distant noise... She slid an expert hand under the pillows...  A different button this time? The raindrops would know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nesquarx" rel="tag" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=nesquarx" style="border: 0pt solid rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-left: 0.4em; padding: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/profiles/NesQuarX" style="color: #f2984c; text-decoration: none;"&gt;NesQuarX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; find some glitches in the writing... but I don't want to edit it anymore. So here it is as it was written.&lt;/span&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/1018463310069420406-737437802520423785?l=www.nesquarx.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nesquarx/~3/NRDAUdlGjQM/raindrops.html</link><author>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nesquarx.com/2009/07/raindrops.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406.post-4122696445919416697</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 12:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T13:48:06.383+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">villains</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">courses</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">university</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">super</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nesquarx</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">same old shit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">heroes</category><title>The Super University prospectus part 2</title><description>Super courses continued.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Course #2:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MSH -&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Masters in Super Heroics&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eligibility: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must be totally totally and stupidly honest and and put everything and everyone before self.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Special abilities - optional.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Money/power - optional.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Aspiring to save the World - optional.&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;To be able to constantly meddle in super villains' businesses - optional.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Course duration:&lt;/span&gt; 3 semesters.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Semester 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Compulsory Subjects:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting in trouble &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;101&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Messing up repeatedly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;102&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Long winded moral speeches &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;103&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Truimphant background music &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;104&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Heroic super name containing 'Man' or 'Woman' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;105&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elective Subjects:&lt;/span&gt; (Must choose at least 2) &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Super Secret Hideout with a glaringly obvious cover &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;106&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Handsomely grand (for men) or Terrifically sexy (for women) looking costume &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;107&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;One absolutely open weakness &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;108&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Appearing/Disappearing without warning &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;109&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Semeseter 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Compulsory Subjects:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vast heroic exploits involving many people saved from dying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;201&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Banishing terrible creatures to other planets/dimensions &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;202&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Averting mass destruction without proving your powers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;203&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Beating evil henchmen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;204&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Taking calls from the World leaders &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;205&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elective Subjects: (minimum 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Advanced henchmen - Beating an evil army &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;206&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Rescuing hostages and blackmailees &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;207&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Grand sounding Swedish/British accent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;208&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Being surrounded by hot specimens of the opposite sex &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;209&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final Semester:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Compulsory subjects:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting yourself stuck in elaborate death traps designed by Super Villains &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;301&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Using subtle clues to find the Super Villain's super secret hideout &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;302&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Watching stupendously stupefied as your mate is being captured &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;303&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Beating sub-bosses in a variety of ways &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;304&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Getting captured by Super Villains, being put in the elaborate death trap and waiting till the Super Villain leaves the scene (Ha ha they think you can never escape their diabolical trap) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;305&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elective Subjects: (minimum 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emphatically thwarting vast evil plans as Super Villains scream "Noooooo!" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;306&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Getting your butt kicked big time by Super Villains until you are urged by someone to rise and kick their butt bigger time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;307&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sassy last words and sequel promises while posing with the people you save &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;308&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Advanced messing up - including almost fatal mistakes (very very important) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;309&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final Exam:&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Successfully getting yourself between a Super Villain's grandest plans, pissing them off big time, getting yourself almost killed but ultimately thwarting their plans, plus end credits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018463310069420406-8043049555563637669?l=www.nesquarx.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nesquarx/~3/7-ONassM6b0/photos-ahoy.html</link><author>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nesquarx.com/2009/06/photos-ahoy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406.post-8033920131258605534</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 20:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T13:49:55.156+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">villains</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">courses</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">university</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">super</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">very very evil counsel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ridiculously</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lessons</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pointless</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nesquarx</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sarcastic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">heroes</category><title>The Super University Prospectus - Part 1</title><description>I've decided to open a college... I'm calling it the Super University... and all courses taught there will be Super Courses.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Course #1:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MSV -&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Masters in Super Villainy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eligibility: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must be an evil genius or twisted mastermind&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Must have a number of special abilities&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Must be super rich/powerful&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Must aspire to take over the World. (Aspiring to take over the Universe is a plus)&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Must Must Must be able to piss off at least one Super Hero&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Course duration:&lt;/span&gt; 3 semesters.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Semester 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Compulsory Subjects:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maniacal Laughter &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;101&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Wanton disregard for human lives &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;102&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Long winded arrogant speeches &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;103&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Apocalyptic background music &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;104&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Evil super name containing 'The' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;105&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elective Subjects:&lt;/span&gt; (Must choose at least 2)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Super Secret Hideout with a glaringly obvious cover &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;106&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Gruesomely grand (for men) or Horrifically sexy (for women) looking costume &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;107&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;One terribly secret weakness &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;108&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Appearing/Disappearing without warning &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;109&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Semeseter 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Compulsory Subjects:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vast evil plans involving many people dying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;201&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Summoning terrible creatures from other planets/dimensions &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;202&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Mass destruction to prove your powers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;203&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Hiring evil henchmen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;204&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Addressing the World leaders &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;205&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elective Subjects: (minimum 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Advanced henchmen - making an evil army &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;206&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Taking hostages and blackmailing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;207&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Evil sounding German/Russian accent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;208&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Being surrounded by hot specimens of the opposite sex &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;209&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final Semester:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Compulsory subjects:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elaborate death traps to kill Super Heroes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;301&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Leaving subtle clues for Super Heroes to find the super secret hideout &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;302&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Capturing the Super Hero's mate right in front of his eye &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;303&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Choosing sub-bosses who will get beaten in a variety of ways by Super Heroes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;304&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Capturing Super Heroes, putting them in the elaborate death trap and leaving the scene (Ha ha they can never ever escape your diabolical trap) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;305&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elective Subjects: (minimum 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emphatically screaming "Nooooooooo" when you find your vast evil plans being thwarted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;306&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Kicking the Super Hero's butt big time until they are urged by someone to rise and kick your butt bigger time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;307&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sassy last words and sequel promises while making your getaway &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;308&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Advanced maniacal laughter - including special effects (very very important) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;309&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final Exam:&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Successfully picking on a Super Hero, pissing them off big time and getting your grandest plans thwarted by them, plus end credits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;Coming up next: MSH  - Masters in Super Heroism. (You'd have NEVAR EVAR EVAAR guessed it if I didn't tell you!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018463310069420406-8033920131258605534?l=www.nesquarx.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nesquarx/~3/nX7PUizEEOo/super-university-prospectus-part-1.html</link><author>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nesquarx.com/2009/06/super-university-prospectus-part-1.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406.post-2490346189218310490</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Jun 2009 17:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T13:50:16.901+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">limerick</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nesquarx</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">losing yourself</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weather</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>Ode to Kolkata's weather - a Limerick.</title><description>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You sure know how to tease for fun the shit out of me, hun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The half-dark when I walk in the park, the stunning sun when I run.&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But when you bring on the unexpected rains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy is it worth all the gruesome pains!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's why, you sexy thang, you're so totally my Number One!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nesquarx" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=nesquarx" style="border-width: 0pt; margin-left: 0.4em; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/profiles/NesQuarX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;NesQuarX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hahah! Hell yeah! I've got my fix - have you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018463310069420406-2490346189218310490?l=www.nesquarx.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nesquarx/~3/708eKm8Z7L0/ode-to-kolkatas-weather-limerick.html</link><author>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nesquarx.com/2009/06/ode-to-kolkatas-weather-limerick.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406.post-7187771235953606148</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 15:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T13:50:54.481+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">omgwtf</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ridiculously</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">obnoxious</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Comments</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nesquarx</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Answers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dialogue</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whatever</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">conversation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blah</category><title>Why am I wearing shades in the night?</title><description>&lt;span id=":be"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My pet answers today:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol title="FINE! If you want the real boring answer: An infected stye in the eye... Sheesh!"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id=":be"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Because I want to appear a total idiot. Duh!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id=":be"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;So I don't have to see YOUR FRIGGIN FACE!&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id=":be"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Shades?  What shades? these are my upgraded eyes, w00t!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id=":be"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Two words baybeh: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;THE MATRIX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Because you're too fair for the naked eyes to behold.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Oh these are not shades... And by the way... Nice underwear.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id=":be"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh damn... My cover is blown, AAAAAAHH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;*runs away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nesquarx" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=nesquarx" style="border-width: 0pt; margin-left: 0.4em; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/profiles/NesQuarX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;NesQuarX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. Yes I did deliver all of them today... Man I'm so awesome  &amp;gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018463310069420406-7187771235953606148?l=www.nesquarx.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nesquarx/~3/jNyV6o66zqU/why-am-i-wearing-shades-in-night.html</link><author>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nesquarx.com/2009/06/why-am-i-wearing-shades-in-night.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406.post-4787080382998772947</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 May 2009 19:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T13:51:58.792+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pointless</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nesquarx</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">very important bulleted list thingies</category><title>Notes to self</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Non-self people are free to skip this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blog has notched up to Google PageRank 3... Wheeee!!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;This post is more or less commemorative of that... Wheeee again!!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I should post more often.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Discipline is cool... indiscipline is way cooler, but clichèd... ooh, moral dilemma.&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I still hate being right all the time.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Heisenberg was damn right, you can't have your cake and eat it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Heisenberg didn't count me buying 2 identical cakes... Quantum Entanglement FTW!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;I am typing uselessly profound lines just to make this list seem more important.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I should thank the folks for awarding me the 'Lazybutt of the year' award.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;I'm too lazy to do it.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I love how I separate two parts of the same statement&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;To form two statements&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Just to increase the Length of the list.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;The previous statement was 3 bullets long.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I should manipulate my nomination for next year's 'Evil Genius of the Year' award.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;This list has gone on long enough.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;It can stop now.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;It's over...&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="color: red;"&gt;Gotcha!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nesquarx" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=nesquarx" style="border-width: 0pt; margin-left: 0.4em; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/profiles/NesQuarX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;NesQuarX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018463310069420406-4787080382998772947?l=www.nesquarx.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nesquarx/~3/YmQ2rgYtgRg/notes-to-self.html</link><author>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nesquarx.com/2009/05/notes-to-self.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406.post-6024817360236278047</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2009 05:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T13:52:52.228+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">recurrence</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fractal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nesquarx</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">duh</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self reference</category><title>Height of Self-Reference</title><description>&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs42/f/2009/141/3/5/Height_of_self_reference_by_nesquarx.png" title="Lame, but I couldn't resist :P" width="100%" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nesquarx" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=nesquarx" style="border-width: 0pt; margin-left: 0.4em; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/profiles/NesQuarX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;NesQuarX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018463310069420406-6024817360236278047?l=www.nesquarx.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nesquarx/~3/CBnlWiw0i2E/height-of-self-reference.html</link><author>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nesquarx.com/2009/05/height-of-self-reference.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406.post-641305633588370515</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2009 21:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T13:53:39.655+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">utterly</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">limerick</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ridiculously</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">obnoxious</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nesquarx</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">same old shit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ugh</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self reference</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>My second limerick</title><description>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My second limerick was written with the purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of being the combined noise that comes as I burp us.&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Risking being obnoxious,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I belch words so toxious;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That the air around my corpus smells so like leper-pus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nesquarx" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=nesquarx" style="border-width: 0pt; margin-left: 0.4em; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/profiles/NesQuarX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;NesQuarX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;3 minutes flat... 1 minute to come up with it... 2 to find better words... Beat that.&lt;br /&gt;
A post made just to make a post... nonsense at its grandest purpose: Self-reference.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018463310069420406-641305633588370515?l=www.nesquarx.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nesquarx/~3/yrJJTqupd-8/my-second-limerick.html</link><author>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nesquarx.com/2009/05/my-second-limerick.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018463310069420406.post-6942166775342782696</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 07:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T14:21:08.688+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">speculation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rules</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">iq</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">technology</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">society</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">insights</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nesquarx</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">elections</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thought</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">politics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dream</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">democracy</category><title>My take on the Indian sElections.</title><description>So le grand voting day came and went... I went and stood for two hours (paced up and down the line actually) to get my finger painted with a ghastly brownish-purple streak that looks more like smurf shit-stain. So anyway, after pressing the button on a machine which was strategically placed so everyone present could see where my hand went, I returned home - head hung with shame and guilt, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with the knowledge that I've done my bit to help choose the hand that partakes in the running of our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;corruptocracy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So why'd I do it you'd ask? Why that's so simple: being an egoist I can't just allow anyone to use up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;choice, which would have been the case had I not shown up. It's just a point of pure selfishness that I did it. While the consequences of the act are worth far less than a nanogram (all puns intended) of cockroach-shit to me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you ask me (I know you would do no such crazy thing but let's imagine you did), I don't believe in the current election system... whatever happens here can be much easily and cheaply achieved by allotting the parties some open fields to battle it out... they already have enough ammunition among themselves - whoever wins gets to play the official arsehole for the next term. In fact even that'd be better than what is now, at least the violence will not affect the commonfolk... and the terrorists can form their own party and join the war, I'd love to see the faces of our politicians on that one!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How is the current system useless? Okay, let's examine the basic tenet of democracy - power to the people - so we're assuming that the people know what's best for them - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do they? &lt;/span&gt;Of course not - the majority of this country is consisting of illiterate morons who'd vote for the local mangy mutt if offered a straight meal. This democracy does not work. It's just the political olympics, a time to flex muscles and kick around the blame ball... and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So how'd have I done it? Simple, democracy can happen when the voters are aware - how do you make the voters aware? You don't, silly! Just allow the aware ones to vote! Let the number of votes per person be decided by sheer brains - have a computer adaptive culture specific IQ-EQ-KQ (intelligence, emotional stability and knowledge) test taken as a part of the voter registration, assign number of votes depending upon the percentile rank of the result.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The bottom 25% gets 1 vote per person, 26-75% gets 2 votes, 76-85% gets 4 votes, 86-90% gets 8 votes, 91-95% gets 16 votes, 96%-97% gets 32, 98-99% gets 64 and the top 1% of the population gets 128 votes per person.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The photograph taken during registration will be analyzed for facial biometrics and that would stop repeat/duplicate registrations (biometrics are unique, just block the registration of a biometric already submitted).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The polling booths are to be manned by the military (to avoid coercion), and it'll be mandatory for the top 25% to vote wherever they are (since the database is centralized, it's possible for anyone to vote from any booth, ID's will be supplemented by biometric verification).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And the sweetest part? Let the percentile ranks be private information, the top 25% voters themselves will be aware of their importance but no specifics would be given out (again, for the safety of the very high rank voters).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeat the process every year to keep the records updated (updation is much less resource hungry).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well I can keep coming up with further details but I'm just not in the mood... except for... Oh damn! I forgot the basic point: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anybody scoring below 75 DOES NOT GET TO HOLD A POLITICAL POSITION. &lt;/span&gt;We can increase this cutoff as we go higher up the political ranks - the cabinet ministers may need to be from the top 5% only.  Oh wow... I'd give an arm and a leg (figuratively duh!) for such a government!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Y'know what's funny? All of this is implementable within the current technological infrastructure we have! And y'know what's yummier? There is bound to be corruption, but most of the corrupt morons are not smart enough to fuck with the technology... hahah! Top that! Of course we'd have to spend a neat packet on hiring the best Indian/global hackers to design the security of the client/server backbone of the database and the security protocols.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, enough of the political wet dream... So I believe you get the point how much better it could be, and how bad it exactly is. That's the point I'm trying to get across - "This democracy sucks big time and it CAN be improved" eat that. And go to sleep with a full mental stomach tonight. Ciao mateys...&lt;br /&gt;
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Edit: I've had many of my esteemed friends giving this a serious thought (silly them!) and debating a lot many valid (and some obviously foolish!) points about the whole thing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If anyone else thinks of something to say: I'd like to have it as a comment&lt;/span&gt; as I believe that may actually help iron out the kinks in the feasibility or impossibility of the whole thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018463310069420406-6942166775342782696?l=www.nesquarx.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/nesquarx/~3/7tKif5Wwf3U/my-take-on-indian-selections.html</link><author>NesQuarX@gmail.com (NesQuarX)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">20</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nesquarx.com/2009/05/my-take-on-indian-selections.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
