<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373864306015688716</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:40:59.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIED HANGERS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friedhangers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373864306015688716/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friedhangers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fried hangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728853756226869098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_raBTjuNYvJc/R-Yk43yE_PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7YFPaDkClLc/S220/boo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373864306015688716.post-3601686849527906796</id><published>2008-03-30T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T02:46:41.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sun tzu's incomplete art</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;k. i decided. some battles indeed call for one side to walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373864306015688716-3601686849527906796?l=friedhangers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friedhangers.blogspot.com/feeds/3601686849527906796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373864306015688716&amp;postID=3601686849527906796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373864306015688716/posts/default/3601686849527906796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373864306015688716/posts/default/3601686849527906796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friedhangers.blogspot.com/2008/03/sun-tzus-incomplete-art.html' title='sun tzu&apos;s incomplete art'/><author><name>fried hangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728853756226869098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_raBTjuNYvJc/R-Yk43yE_PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7YFPaDkClLc/S220/boo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373864306015688716.post-3158473070265817953</id><published>2008-03-27T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T02:35:49.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>art of war</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1. laying plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2. waging war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3. attack by stratagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;4. tactical dispositions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;5. energy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;6. weak points &amp;amp; strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;7. maneuvering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;8. variation in tactics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;9. the army on the march&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;10. terrain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;11. nine situations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;12. attack by fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;13. the use of spies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sun tzu did not write a chapter called "walking away during battle." Therefore, do not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3373864306015688716-3158473070265817953?l=friedhangers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friedhangers.blogspot.com/feeds/3158473070265817953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373864306015688716&amp;postID=3158473070265817953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373864306015688716/posts/default/3158473070265817953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373864306015688716/posts/default/3158473070265817953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friedhangers.blogspot.com/2008/03/art-of-war.html' title='art of war'/><author><name>fried hangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728853756226869098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_raBTjuNYvJc/R-Yk43yE_PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7YFPaDkClLc/S220/boo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373864306015688716.post-8297122946457521276</id><published>2008-03-27T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T02:16:42.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough said</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"All you need is love." -Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;this song answers everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I stand strong in believing such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The lyrics... simple, but expresses not-so-simple thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's nothing you can do that can't be done.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game&lt;br /&gt;It's easy.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can make that can't be made.&lt;br /&gt;No one you can save that can't be saved.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be in time&lt;br /&gt;It's easy.&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, all you need is love,&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, love, love is all you need.&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, all you need is love,&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, love, love is all you need.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can know that isn't known.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can see that isn't shown.&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy.&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, all you need is love,&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, love, love is all you need.&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love (all together now)&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love (everybody)&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, love, love is all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i'm glad that they beat the listener in the head with the key phrase "all you need is love," because it's exactly what everyone needs at the top of their minds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3373864306015688716-8297122946457521276?l=friedhangers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friedhangers.blogspot.com/feeds/8297122946457521276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373864306015688716&amp;postID=8297122946457521276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373864306015688716/posts/default/8297122946457521276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373864306015688716/posts/default/8297122946457521276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friedhangers.blogspot.com/2008/03/enough-said.html' title='Enough said'/><author><name>fried hangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728853756226869098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_raBTjuNYvJc/R-Yk43yE_PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7YFPaDkClLc/S220/boo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373864306015688716.post-445492858440596757</id><published>2008-03-25T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T03:42:37.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>homosapiens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;thinking and feeling are what separate us from the animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;therefore, do not be afraid to use these gifts -to think and to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"in the end, all-in-all, relationships, interactions, and bonds of any sort are what we are left with" -Nadine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"A warrior is not about perfection or victory or invulnerability. He's about ABSOLUTE vulnerability." -Peacefulwarrior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373864306015688716-445492858440596757?l=friedhangers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friedhangers.blogspot.com/feeds/445492858440596757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373864306015688716&amp;postID=445492858440596757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373864306015688716/posts/default/445492858440596757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373864306015688716/posts/default/445492858440596757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friedhangers.blogspot.com/2008/03/homosapiens.html' title='homosapiens'/><author><name>fried hangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728853756226869098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_raBTjuNYvJc/R-Yk43yE_PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7YFPaDkClLc/S220/boo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373864306015688716.post-2434409178234319105</id><published>2008-03-25T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T03:34:18.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my buddies at the Creek</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Two quotes I've adopted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Joey: Honesty is a big word and it changes things, and it complicates things. Are &lt;br /&gt;   you sure you're ready for everything that goes along with the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dawson: I don't know. Are we more? Are we less? All i know is it's just not the way&lt;br /&gt;   it used to be. Nothing is anymore.&lt;br /&gt;   Joey: It's called social evolution, Dawson. What's strong flourishes and what&lt;br /&gt;   doesn't we look behind glass cases in science museums.&lt;br /&gt;   Dawson: You and I. Are we museum bound?&lt;br /&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/3373864306015688716-2434409178234319105?l=friedhangers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friedhangers.blogspot.com/feeds/2434409178234319105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373864306015688716&amp;postID=2434409178234319105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373864306015688716/posts/default/2434409178234319105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373864306015688716/posts/default/2434409178234319105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friedhangers.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-buddies-at-creek.html' title='my buddies at the Creek'/><author><name>fried hangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728853756226869098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_raBTjuNYvJc/R-Yk43yE_PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7YFPaDkClLc/S220/boo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373864306015688716.post-8108209271097447400</id><published>2008-03-25T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T02:28:49.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how you know you've taken too many units...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My immune system rejects your charm.&lt;br /&gt;I have vaccinated my heart from getting broken. Yet all of medicine's&lt;br /&gt;advances have not prepared me to block your face&lt;br /&gt;from my peripheral. Freud's concept of regression proves to exist, and equally fails&lt;br /&gt;in blocking my memory of you. Each day i encounter cues that retrieve&lt;br /&gt;the old memories from my mind's dusty attic. With the metaphysical&lt;br /&gt;nature that the past is in the present, it takes the present and keeps me in the past.&lt;br /&gt;This tension, some sort of energy field between us,&lt;br /&gt;chooses not to transfer itself to another source. Nor does it choose to change&lt;br /&gt;its form. But a fraction does, in fact,&lt;br /&gt;morph into the water molecules that fall from my eyes, only&lt;br /&gt;to evaporate into the air and recycle itself&lt;br /&gt;into a cloud that little children can enjoy looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373864306015688716-8108209271097447400?l=friedhangers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friedhangers.blogspot.com/feeds/8108209271097447400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373864306015688716&amp;postID=8108209271097447400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373864306015688716/posts/default/8108209271097447400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373864306015688716/posts/default/8108209271097447400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friedhangers.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-you-know-youve-taken-too-many.html' title='how you know you&apos;ve taken too many units...'/><author><name>fried hangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728853756226869098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_raBTjuNYvJc/R-Yk43yE_PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7YFPaDkClLc/S220/boo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373864306015688716.post-2248202496065282784</id><published>2008-03-24T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T03:19:25.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Off beat, off key, out of the box, out of the norm, carry on my wayward son. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Time's ticking became the sound of loose screws getting screwed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Change had ensued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The girl who used to enjoy her thoughts as well as the unpredictable directions they traveled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;is now a prisoner of her mind's mutation into a one-way street of reality checkpoints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did natural selection feel such a personality could not thrive in a mechanical world? That only a change would allow survival?&lt;br /&gt;Survival by growing up makes dollars. However.&lt;br /&gt;Survival by changing the world for the better rather than oneself just plainly makes sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of time's ticking can only be rewound had it come from a cassette.&lt;br /&gt;How about we just make a new cd instead?&lt;br /&gt;... in which everyone can dance off beat.&lt;br /&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/3373864306015688716-2248202496065282784?l=friedhangers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friedhangers.blogspot.com/feeds/2248202496065282784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373864306015688716&amp;postID=2248202496065282784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373864306015688716/posts/default/2248202496065282784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373864306015688716/posts/default/2248202496065282784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friedhangers.blogspot.com/2008/03/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>fried hangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728853756226869098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_raBTjuNYvJc/R-Yk43yE_PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7YFPaDkClLc/S220/boo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373864306015688716.post-489814854127206682</id><published>2008-03-24T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T03:01:16.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"i'll look to like, if looking liking move. But no more deep will I endart mine eye, than your consent to give strength to make it fly." -Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The word "love" is advised to be used economically -only for times that it is genuinely meant. Most complain that its meaning has been belittled and taken lightly. Is it wrong to start thinking that the same has happened to "like?" To like someone is not nearly as strong as to love someone, however the essence of this "like" is the opened-mind to be led to love by this particular someone. A separation has been drawn between love and puppy love -"love" being the mature and romantic while puppy love being the young and innocent. Should a similar nuance be developed between a more serious like and lighter form of like? Or shall we call this lighter form of like a "crush?" Crush would entail physical attraction without any real idea of the individual's personality. To reach "like," one would know the person and the relationship about to be entered. With a crush, there is an incomplete picture of the person. Think about celebrity crushes. It is easy to say, "Wow. He is HOT and his character is so witty," after watching this actor in a movie, or even reading a short biography online. Hypothetical situation: you become friends with this actor you have a crush on, and you realize s/he is an alcoholic who tends to flake on his/her friends a lot. Crush is over. The potential of reaching Like is destroyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Juliet is constantly pushed by her parents to marry Paris. However, she knows that whatever attraction she develops for him can only go as far as what she sees on the surface: "i'll look to like, if looking like move" (a.k.a. even SHE won't go beyond the CRUSH stage).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3373864306015688716-489814854127206682?l=friedhangers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friedhangers.blogspot.com/feeds/489814854127206682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373864306015688716&amp;postID=489814854127206682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373864306015688716/posts/default/489814854127206682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373864306015688716/posts/default/489814854127206682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friedhangers.blogspot.com/2008/03/everyones-paris.html' title='Everyone&apos;s Paris'/><author><name>fried hangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728853756226869098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_raBTjuNYvJc/R-Yk43yE_PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7YFPaDkClLc/S220/boo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373864306015688716.post-2010905047818828368</id><published>2008-03-23T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T03:24:29.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>susceptible to infection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If mentalities had an immune system, mine would be weak.&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep it as strong as possible,&lt;br /&gt;but when a common cold of the mind gets to me,&lt;br /&gt;it can nearly fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;Correction -if my mentality was mentally ill, it would be bipolar.&lt;br /&gt;my mind's two extremes of strength and weakness are as fickle&lt;br /&gt;as an indecisive individual choosing a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;despite how strong i build my mentality to be,&lt;br /&gt;i have a predisposition of insecurity that when a certain event arises,&lt;br /&gt;i display my disorder of internally questioning myself and my own flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3373864306015688716-2010905047818828368?l=friedhangers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friedhangers.blogspot.com/feeds/2010905047818828368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373864306015688716&amp;postID=2010905047818828368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373864306015688716/posts/default/2010905047818828368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373864306015688716/posts/default/2010905047818828368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friedhangers.blogspot.com/2008/03/susceptible-to-virus.html' title='susceptible to infection'/><author><name>fried hangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728853756226869098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_raBTjuNYvJc/R-Yk43yE_PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7YFPaDkClLc/S220/boo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373864306015688716.post-1681345911326979523</id><published>2008-03-23T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T01:38:39.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"with insomnia, you're never really asleep; you're never really awake" -Fight Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i tell you i think im part of the small, actually not so small, population of Americans that suffer from insomnia? I've lost the concept of how to fall asleep... actually it is the concept of the falling-asleep process that began this problem of mine. Until I can find a way to "think of nothing" when trying to sleep, I am going to pile all my thoughts into this blogger thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of the quote i introduced, it is my duty as a writer to tie it in before I conclude this post. Now, i know as far as mental disorders go, I don't fit into the category of a schizo as the character in Fight Club did. However, i can sense what he meant by his statement. Most of the time when I try to fall asleep I am just lying there with my eyes closed... anticipating a dream. I create scenarios in my head. I create my own dream, but in the time of reality. I fake a world in which i try to convince myself IS a real imagination, to the point that I can almost believe that i AM asleep and already dreaming. With such a crossed state of reality and dream, with time passing by at a pace too slow to equate that of the unconscious realm, but too fast to feel the ticking of each second eat your solitude away, a new level of the conscious emerges -the surreal. In this surreal state, you're neither asleep nor awake. Even when you are truly awake, it becomes easy to question if the present is actually reality or not. A sense of control is lost, as if everything around you seems rigged. It all seems like a dream. After visiting the land of surreal for so long, the conscious can be easily confused with the typical feeling of having to imagine what you see. Walking across the bridge to class could easily be you imagining that very same thing when trying to fall asleep. It has not reached, however, the point that all 3 levels of dream, surreal, and reality are meshed into one. For now, they co-exist.&lt;br /&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/3373864306015688716-1681345911326979523?l=friedhangers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friedhangers.blogspot.com/feeds/1681345911326979523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373864306015688716&amp;postID=1681345911326979523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373864306015688716/posts/default/1681345911326979523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373864306015688716/posts/default/1681345911326979523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friedhangers.blogspot.com/2008/03/remedy.html' title='remedy'/><author><name>fried hangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728853756226869098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_raBTjuNYvJc/R-Yk43yE_PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7YFPaDkClLc/S220/boo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
