<?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-5989571883625485007</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:33:03.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fifth axiom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefifthaxiom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989571883625485007/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefifthaxiom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>metalhobbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00091377100713718580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ev4n7JyPU9o/SESnQvY3ZvI/AAAAAAAAABo/CssuQ8Fpi4E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989571883625485007.post-770355423345330927</id><published>2007-10-23T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T06:08:09.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atwo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                    The Midnight Hour is at hand;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;With Fear creeping across the land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                    The beginning of the end, is A2;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;question is,will you make it through?                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                    But making it through isn't it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;your grades could still be shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                    Making it great is what counts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;and as we work the pressure mounts.                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                   While we work and study, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;We start to remember our buddies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                   As we start to reminisce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Dammit, I can't find anything to rhyme with this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                 I feel like studying is all i know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;No chicks no fun, no nothing but sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                But soon my friends we shall be free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;and on the Cambridge shield we shall pee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                No more DotA, no more CS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Off to get my BS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                   Once again we go our separate ways, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;But no my friends, this is not the end of our days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                    For we shall meet once again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;In a year, or ten,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                   For bonds were formed that were so strong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;They could not be broken by any wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                  So let us smile and rejoice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;While we re-sit our multiple choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                  For in the end we all know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;that there's happiness and no sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;               I bid good luck to all my friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;and as we go through A2's loops and bends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                let us not forget the awesome mix, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                                that was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;0606.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;by abhay &amp;amp; aditya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&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/5989571883625485007-770355423345330927?l=thefifthaxiom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefifthaxiom.blogspot.com/feeds/770355423345330927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5989571883625485007&amp;postID=770355423345330927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989571883625485007/posts/default/770355423345330927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989571883625485007/posts/default/770355423345330927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefifthaxiom.blogspot.com/2007/10/a2-by-abhay-and-aditya.html' title='Atwo'/><author><name>metalhobbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00091377100713718580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ev4n7JyPU9o/SESnQvY3ZvI/AAAAAAAAABo/CssuQ8Fpi4E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989571883625485007.post-8130090856410998119</id><published>2007-05-27T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T19:18:04.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why? No, really, Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Is it just me, or are social networking sites losing all semblance of sanity and intelligence, not accounting for the marginal amounts they had to begin with. Now, I really don't have anything against social networking sites. I think they've got tremendous potential, when used by people with an IQ in the high-eighties or more. And apparently, from what I see, that's quite a tall order to fill these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Let's take Friendster as an example. When I first joined it , within a few weeks, somehow or the other, I had either found a couple of long lost buddies, or they found me. Soon, these bulletins with these completely pointless quizzes/questionnaires appeared. Really, what poor, depraved soul would take time out of his/her life to fill out one of these idiotic things, that to me, seems like just another meaningless way to ruthlessly judge people on what they have or haven't done and such. [ I suppose, in all fairness I should acknowledge the fact that I'm sitting at home on a sunday evening blogging this.] Back to Friendster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Can you believe, that people would answer such questions? Let me paste a few winners here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;6. Name the latest american idol."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;  You'd have to live under a rock not to know that , firstly, and secondly, if everyone already knew, why ask? There are more intelligent ways of judging a timeframe, what say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;41. Ever been arrested? Oh this one really speaks for itself, I'm sure. "Like, oh my gawd, he/she must be ,like, soooo totally kewl to have been, like, arrested! Like, wow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next one is from a "true/false" quiz.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like heavy metal.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like rap.  note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;   These two selections straightaway reveal this person is fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[ ] You are in a gang.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Really, what gang member would admit to being a gang member, and do gang members really use friendster? I mean, I'd expect that they'd be to busy getting their ass kicked/kicking asses on the street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to "hardcore" dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;For the uninitiated, I believe that's the pseudo-quasi-emo persons excuse to have spasms on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[x] You have been depressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You have, really? As far as I know, depressed people aren't very open about it, so can all you posers stop fucking around, and maybe, just maybe, consider the people who are really depressed and give them a chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[ ] You're an athiest/agnostic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I seriously doubt 90% or more of the people who did this know that this line means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Friendster wastes server space on this ignoramuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another place morons have been in abundance off late, is Youtube. Now,  this moron-syndrome is still in it's infant stages, and seems to be limited to one or two symptoms as opposed the the near infinite number that plague Friendster.&lt;span&gt; "Don't read this. A long long time ago, a girl was murdered in a village in Mudangubadru. If you don't post this into ten other videos, when you go to sleep tonight she will be waiting for you underneath your bed." &lt;/span&gt;What fascinates me, is not the fact that there's finally going to be a girl in my bedroom at night, but that I've seen these things, all over Youtube, all with slight variations, posted by different people, which means there ARE morons that are either ;&lt;br /&gt;a) buying this crap and looking under their beds every night from now on, or&lt;br /&gt;b) a bunch of seriously lifeless morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about Youtube. The instant someone voices the tiniest of opinions, there are a hundred people out to argue against him. And that's fine, if they atleast make sense, but generally it's overzealous rednecks with an 8th grade education blurting out &lt;span&gt;"fuck yuo, you don't now nything. shtu up and die."  &lt;/span&gt;I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that these morons are the vultures of intelligence. Wherever there's fresh thought and ideas, they'll be right there to pick it's eyeballs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't get me started on forwards/chain e-mails. At least in the days of paper you had the satisfaction of burning it. Angrily punching the delete button doesn't quite do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I'm going to contradict myself a little, and post the one and only quiz I've ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Edit : For those of you who actually wanna do this, you put your music library on shuffle, and keep pressing "Next" for each question. ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Purity - Slipknot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Will I have A happy life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Wind Below - RATM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What do my friends really think of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Norwegian Lovesong - Leave's Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stranger than Paradise - Sleez Bees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Turn On The Action - Dokken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What should i do with my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fade to Black - Metallica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Will I ever Have children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Paradigm - Necromanicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What is some good advice for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Infernal Apocalypse - Collapse7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;How will i be remembered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Did my Time - Korn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What is my signature dancing song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cemetary Gates - Pantera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What do i think my currrent theme song is ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Prescription - Vezt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What does everyone else think my current theme song is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hammer Time - MC Hamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What song will play at my funeral ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Alone Again - Dokken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What type of women do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Psycho Psycho - Nasty Savage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What is my day going to be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Overdose - AC/DC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What will my lovelife be like in the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Girl from Lebanon - Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What will my year be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Learn to Fly - Foo Fighters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;How will I be remembered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Better Than You - Metallica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&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/5989571883625485007-8130090856410998119?l=thefifthaxiom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefifthaxiom.blogspot.com/feeds/8130090856410998119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5989571883625485007&amp;postID=8130090856410998119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989571883625485007/posts/default/8130090856410998119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989571883625485007/posts/default/8130090856410998119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefifthaxiom.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-no-really-why.html' title='Why? No, really, Why?'/><author><name>metalhobbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00091377100713718580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ev4n7JyPU9o/SESnQvY3ZvI/AAAAAAAAABo/CssuQ8Fpi4E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989571883625485007.post-4580733736846530923</id><published>2007-05-24T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T07:01:00.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxi-pad? Or Maxi-money?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    People have been hankering for me to fill my blog up with "something, for god's sake", so here I go. Recently, I was in a grocery store, and I noticed ahead of me a woman buying tampons. (For heaven's sake, grow up,  I can hear you sniggering in  the back.) She had bought 2 packs of 12 pads, as far as I could see. Now, I couldn't see exactly how much she paid for them, but for discussion's sake, let us assume she is the typical lady, and that her purchases would have lasted her a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Before continuing with this article, let me state that I am neither an expert on the subject, nor do I claim to be. I simply felt this would make for a rather interesting calculation of sorts. Now then, onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I scouted around the net, for a rough idea of how much tampons cost (not having a clue, myself). So, we have the cost of a 12ply. pack of tampons going from US$2.99 (generic) , up to US$11.99 depending on brand, location and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Taking the lady in the check-out line as a typical example, and before you can say it, I know it's not fixed for everyone and it varies from person to person, so yes, just this lady for the sake of discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So, she's bought 2, 12ply. packs for 1 month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 2 packs x 12 months = 24 packs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Twenty-four packs, at let's say, an average of US$4.99  (most common price for 12ply.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;24 packs x $4.99 = $119.76&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;≈ $120.00/year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ≈ RM 410 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;        Again, acknowledging the variation from person to person, let's assume the average woman requires tampons from age twelve, to say, fifty-two (average age at which menopause sets in, according to Wikipedia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;$120.00 x (52 - 12) = $4800.00 (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ≈ RM 16,000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    Now, that may not seem very much for a period of 40 years, but according to www.straightdope.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "While 70 percent of American women use tampons, only 100                million of the world's 1.7 billion menstruating women do. In Asia                and Latin America, two of the most populous parts of the world,                only 3 percent of all women use tampons."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;        This was in 1999, and I'm sure percentages have increased over the years since then. So, assuming at least 10% of all menstruating women use tampons, that translates to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;( 10% x 1 700 000 000 ) x US$120.00 = US$ 20,400,000,000 ( 20.4 billion dollars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    And that's just per &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;        Multiply that by forty, and you have the net revenue generated by tampon companies in a single generation, not counting the continually growing customer base as more and more girls mature each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So, the next time you see this on a shelf :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.harvardpilgrim.mimrx.com/harvard/SiteImages/PrdImages/200x200/0078300086260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 158px;" src="http://www.harvardpilgrim.mimrx.com/harvard/SiteImages/PrdImages/200x200/0078300086260.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Take a minute to ponder the economic marvel that is the tampon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5989571883625485007-4580733736846530923?l=thefifthaxiom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefifthaxiom.blogspot.com/feeds/4580733736846530923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5989571883625485007&amp;postID=4580733736846530923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989571883625485007/posts/default/4580733736846530923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5989571883625485007/posts/default/4580733736846530923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefifthaxiom.blogspot.com/2007/05/maxi-pad-or-maxi-money.html' title='Maxi-pad? 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