<?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-5873351</id><updated>2011-06-08T01:31:45.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Primus Inter Pares</title><subtitle type='html'>"En este mundo cada quién tiene su pequeña o gran preocupación."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107879426842348569</id><published>2004-03-08T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T20:08:40.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BRB...</title><summary type='text'>This blog will be temporarily suspended, due to lack of time, dedication, inspiration, etcetcetc.Will write again some time next month.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107879426842348569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107879426842348569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107879426842348569' title='BRB...'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107802838467763668</id><published>2004-02-28T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T23:22:38.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Friday Five</title><summary type='text'>This week's Friday 5 have nothing to do with me, given that I don't like nor assist to carnivals or anything like that. Maybe the Love Parade, but nor quite enough to answer the q's.I know nobody gives a shit, but anyway...Oh, right, DarkAngel broke his front crossed ligaments (knee), will have an operation next month, and will be unable to walk properly for like 9 to 12 months. This </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107802838467763668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107802838467763668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107802838467763668' title='On the Friday Five'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107802789709234298</id><published>2004-02-28T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T23:14:31.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know the truth now</title><summary type='text'>So I had my first week of midterms. Already halfway through them, which is definitely an advantage.Started out with International Human Resource Management. I was exempt of half the exam due to "clever" and frequent participation in in-class discussions. "Clever", because I really didn't say that much, I just spat out whatever came to mind, so I bullshitted my way out of half the exam without </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107802789709234298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107802789709234298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107802789709234298' title='I know the truth now'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107785152440186090</id><published>2004-02-26T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T22:14:55.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG, 6 days...</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I just noticed that this first week of midterms has been demanding. It's been 6 days since my last post.I shall make an effort to update with somehing additional to tomorrow's Friday 5 during the weekend.For now, just this, 'cause a Logistics midterm awaits me less than 9 hours from now.And I don't know crap about it."Such an ignorant thing to do, if the russians love their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107785152440186090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107785152440186090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107785152440186090' title='OMG, 6 days...'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107733907506467902</id><published>2004-02-20T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T23:53:58.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Cinco del Viernes</title><summary type='text'>1)Si pudieras viajar 7 años hacia el pasado ¿Qué advertencia te darías a tí mismo(a)? Man, don't fuck around with that dope, ferreal.2)Define tu vida en solo 3 palabras.My life in 3 words: I hate it.3)Tu casa se está incendiando. Todos tus seres queridos y mascotas ya están a salvo, y sólo falta que salgas tú. Sólo hay tiempo de cargar con un objeto de tu habitación ¿Qué cosa rescatas?My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107733907506467902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107733907506467902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107733907506467902' title='Las Cinco del Viernes'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107731069114839571</id><published>2004-02-20T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T16:00:54.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Google</title><summary type='text'>So I found out that if you type "Primus Inter Pares" into Google, and make it search, this page comes out first.Wow.Yeah, I know, big deal, but what the heck, I like it.Hehe :p"Sleep with one eye open, gripping your pillow tight..."  -- Metallica</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107731069114839571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107731069114839571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107731069114839571' title='Google'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107716196055031519</id><published>2004-02-18T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T22:42:00.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping for a cellphone... company</title><summary type='text'>AT&amp;T wireless was bought like today or yesterday by Cingular.41 billion dollars (41.000 millones, para evitar confusiones).That's a shitload of money, says I. Wonder if anyone would be interested in investing in one of the crappy cellphone companies we got here, named Ola. I mean, it's SHITTY, and will keep on being as such if they can't find an investor.They could even buy the whole </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107716196055031519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107716196055031519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107716196055031519' title='Shopping for a cellphone... company'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107690024359272165</id><published>2004-02-15T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T21:59:59.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of not being understandable</title><summary type='text'>Actually, before it all happened, I was thinking that if it ever happened to me it would be kind of cool in a way. In fact, I thought that way about many things. When life catches up and decides to play with you, you notice that it may not be so cool. Even so, there are ways of thinking you do not change. I mean, even though I've learned things the hard way, I still think some stupid things may </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107690024359272165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107690024359272165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107690024359272165' title='The art of not being understandable'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107682094643504464</id><published>2004-02-14T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T23:58:20.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Cinco del Viernes</title><summary type='text'>1) Tienes el día libre, sin obligaciones ni recados pendientes. ¿A qué lo dedicas?I'd be with Mariana, most surely. If not, I'd probably be playing UT or something like that.2) ¿Que necesitas para empezar bien el día?Waking up on time always helps. That, or having the woman I love by my side. Or both, I dunno. 3) ¿Hay algún objeto que sigas utilizando por viejo, roto o sucio que esté?¿Por </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107682094643504464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107682094643504464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107682094643504464' title='Las Cinco del Viernes'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107674307809423126</id><published>2004-02-14T02:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T02:20:31.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Leadership Type</title><summary type='text'> What Famous Leader Are You?*Silence*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107674307809423126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107674307809423126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107674307809423126' title='My Leadership Type'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107630190100899684</id><published>2004-02-08T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T23:48:56.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lunch Box</title><summary type='text'>*Topic's people getting fired in companies, among others*Dad-in-law: Well, I guess everybody can be replaced.Flawless: *trying to look good* Yeah, well with some exceptions...Bro-in-law's GF: Like?Flawless: Moms.Mom-in-law: *gets the proud look in her eyes*Reptilia: Yeah, well, some of them, at least.Bro-in-law: Quite, not all of them. Flawless &amp; Bro-in-law's GF: *await the slaughter to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107630190100899684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107630190100899684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107630190100899684' title='The Lunch Box'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107630078308536302</id><published>2004-02-08T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T23:28:49.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiste Barato del Año</title><summary type='text'>"Vndo tclado al qu l falta una tcla""Marica, qué loser si publica ese post, en serio. No lo haga."  -- Flawless</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107630078308536302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107630078308536302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107630078308536302' title='Chiste Barato del Año'/><author><name>DarkAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476802253256324757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107630000285038967</id><published>2004-02-08T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T23:20:38.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed it</title><summary type='text'>We (Reptilia and myself) missed the 3rd Open List Meeting. Well, it was Piet's fault anyway.But we missed the chance of meeting people we wanted to.Hope y'all had fun, and hope it can be done again soon, and that we don'tmiss it again."Fuck the police!! Fuck the police!! Fuck the police!!"  -- Body Count</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107630000285038967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107630000285038967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107630000285038967' title='Missed it'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-10761303892260992</id><published>2004-02-07T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T00:08:53.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Cinco del Viernes</title><summary type='text'>For once, let me post the Friday 5 actually on friday.1) ¿Cuál es tu canción favorita de los Beatles? ¿Y de los Rolling Stones?Beatles: Yesterday. Rolling Stones: paint it black (only one i'm familiar with).2) ¿Qué canción te hace pensar en el amor de tu vida?"Don't think of me"... peculiar, huh?3) ¿Hay alguna canción que te ponga triste o melancólico?Raabjorn Speiler Draugheim Skodde, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/10761303892260992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/10761303892260992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#10761303892260992' title='Las Cinco del Viernes'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107603817631261164</id><published>2004-02-05T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T22:31:58.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reptilia's Back!</title><summary type='text'>Yes, her back (or better, her behind) is awesome. But I didn't log into this crap to write about my GF's butt.It was just to announce that after much abandonment time, her Blog has been updated again, and by the looks of it will be more often.Take some time to visit it, if you're interested."Lost in my own world lost in my own world lost in my!!!"  -- Static-X</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107603817631261164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107603817631261164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107603817631261164' title='Reptilia&apos;s Back!'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107595262455970142</id><published>2004-02-04T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T22:46:05.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviews</title><summary type='text'>I found out that mr. Hernán, of the Hatemachine blog, has posted a review of each and every blog from the Open List (and I think I also saw one or two which aren't part of it). That is, according to one of the comments on that post, a total of around 40 blogs. You may have guessed from the title of the blog that not all reviews are positive. I already saw that sebastián was deeply hurt by the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107595262455970142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107595262455970142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107595262455970142' title='Reviews'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107586546167063046</id><published>2004-02-03T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T22:33:21.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On being a TA</title><summary type='text'>It sucks.Got my first set of quizzes to correct today.It's a BIG bunch!I'm getting paid for it.But the amount is SHITTY!I'll earn some respect.Pfff, yeah, RIGHT...I'll learn something.Yeah, but I've studied it already.Even with all that, I'm enjoying it. So it really doesn't suck. It just does in an enjoyable way, just like... something else I already wrote about, but can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107586546167063046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107586546167063046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107586546167063046' title='On being a TA'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107569674822367124</id><published>2004-02-01T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T23:41:24.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one of those quizzes</title><summary type='text'>I am MurdockThey call him "Howling Mad" and with good reason. Once a top notch pilot, the pressures of war left Murdock mad. He is known for his smirk, variety of personas and overall mental instability. When he isn't spending time institutionalized, Murdock is using his flying skills for the A-Team, driving B.A. nuts and talking to his imaginary dog.Which A-Team member are you???"Yeah, that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107569674822367124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107569674822367124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107569674822367124' title='Another one of those quizzes'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107565353804423971</id><published>2004-02-01T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T11:41:14.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Cinco del Viernes</title><summary type='text'>On blogs...1) Dejando a un lado amistades, ¿cuál es el blog que más te gusta por diseño y/o contenidos?I like simple designs, so most likely Acronimos. However, my own page's design I find the most appealing. Content-wise, Indiscretions takes a standing ovation and Ultrablognetic's the runner-up.2) ¿Cuál es el que menos y por qué?All those I don't read, duh...3) ¿Crees que debería haber </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107565353804423971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107565353804423971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107565353804423971' title='Las Cinco del Viernes'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107552581409132089</id><published>2004-01-31T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T00:12:28.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we, the people, some kind of monster?</title><summary type='text'>I dunno if anyone remembers that my dad has refused tocontinue paying for my studies. It's quite peculiar to see he bought a new car last week and we have some new furniture in the house. Maybe he didn't buy that flashy a car, but it's not cheap either: a hyundai sonata with a 3-liter V6 engine. Makes no sense to me, but I've complained enough to Mari to go on with it here, so I'll spare it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107552581409132089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107552581409132089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107552581409132089' title='Are we, the people, some kind of monster?'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107508572863637933</id><published>2004-01-25T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T23:43:37.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic</title><summary type='text'>The name ANIKO has been guessed. Thanks to Arhuaco and Javier for participating, and congratulations to miss Olavia Kite for guessing the name that easily, no clues included. Sorry that there is no prize other than having a very small dose of fun from bluehelmet's hysteria.See, sebastian? It didn't hurt that much. "... but if you want to believe in a better life..."  -- Mauro Picotto</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107508572863637933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107508572863637933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107508572863637933' title='Pic'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107504267080239105</id><published>2004-01-25T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T09:59:56.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling</title><summary type='text'>You represent... insanity.You're quite a quirky little creature.  You'reemotions are varying.  You may appear childishand innocent, but you have a tendency to freakout.  You're incredibly random, but it's goodto be unique.  People know you're an odd one,but you certainly don't mind. What feeling do you represent? brought to you by Quizilla"Stabbing the Harlot to pay for her sins, leaving the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107504267080239105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107504267080239105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107504267080239105' title='Feeling'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107500502185140482</id><published>2004-01-24T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T23:32:27.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Cinco del Viernes</title><summary type='text'>Parents...1)¿Cuál es la cualidad que más admiras de tus padres?They're VERY young, so that makes them really close to me and my siblings.2)¿Cuál crees que es su peor defecto?Having had me, most definitely. Those who know me have an exact idea of what I'm talking about...3)¿Qué rasgos de la educación que tus padres te dieron crees que repetirás en la de tus hijos?The discipline part, as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107500502185140482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107500502185140482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107500502185140482' title='Las Cinco del Viernes'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107483563785209214</id><published>2004-01-23T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T00:29:21.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth through a window #2</title><summary type='text'>Fëanor being Bluehelmet, Bloodlust being myself, and the topic being the previous post...Fëanor - Lo! Search not for evil, as it will find thee! says:no STOP!!!Fëanor - Lo! Search not for evil, as it will find thee! says:TRES LETRAS!!?'Fëanor - Lo! Search not for evil, as it will find thee! says:21, 194 permutaciones.Beckoning Bloodlust says:wait till i give out the cluesBeckoning </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107483563785209214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107483563785209214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107483563785209214' title='The truth through a window #2'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107483016883037042</id><published>2004-01-22T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T22:58:55.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><summary type='text'>If there still exists (seemingly not) a soul on this world interested in knowing Bluehelmet's mystery girl's name, here are a few tips:1. Five letters (fuck the spelling)2. Initial's A3. Last letter's O4. Remember she's hungarian.A _ _ _ OSo start guessing. Picture will be up once the name's guessed. Actually, it's already up, but I'll link to it when the name's out. I'll give some clues</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107483016883037042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107483016883037042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107483016883037042' title='Well...'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107461001534609139</id><published>2004-01-20T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T09:48:54.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><summary type='text'>The hangman thing will be up before the end of this week, and not immediately, as I still have to work out some methodology troubles. Inscriptions/votes will be closed when it starts. Also, I have some things to do, as this is my last week of vacation. And a lame one at that, 'cause my beautiful girlfriend is already having fun with all her sick/dying/dead people and her fellow smurfs. I miss </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107461001534609139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107461001534609139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107461001534609139' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107451875924894844</id><published>2004-01-19T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T08:27:57.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chance to End the Thread</title><summary type='text'>A mildly long time ago, mr Bluehelmet posted on his despise towards PDA's (public displays of affection, and not personal digital assistants) and attending them in his classmates' and/or friends' rooms. At that post, a thread started in which people were eager to know the story behind my comment of "you lost your chance" with the girl involved in the cuasi-sex that took place before his eyes. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107451875924894844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107451875924894844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107451875924894844' title='A Chance to End the Thread'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107431606562273560</id><published>2004-01-17T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T00:09:40.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Cinco del Viernes</title><summary type='text'>On discounts...1)¿La ropa la compras tú, o te la compran?Both. Fortunately, those who buy clothing for me have pretty good taste, but I also do it myself.2)¿Ya has ido a las rebajas?Cuáles p*tas rebajas??? If you mean discounts at Unicentro, NO THANKS!! That place has so many people inside it sucks ass as it is, and even more so during discounts. Dunno of any more, other than when mom goes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107431606562273560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107431606562273560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107431606562273560' title='Las Cinco del Viernes'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107422594999586540</id><published>2004-01-15T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T23:08:35.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth through a window #1</title><summary type='text'>This is a copy from Piet's "Messenger Cronicles", but I got his permission to do so.Master of Disharmony says:what you brought me, you did with loveMaster of Disharmony says:be it as satanic as it is....First we take Manhattan says:well i found the guy drinking the grail of blood quite a turn onYou think u know someone...."Metal heart! Metal heart! Dead bodies everywhere!"  -- Dimmu</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107422594999586540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107422594999586540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107422594999586540' title='The truth through a window #1'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107414599550999370</id><published>2004-01-15T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T01:01:40.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation recap</title><summary type='text'>Given that my so-called vacation is coming to an end, I would like to write a bit about what it's all been about. Please, keep your expectations low, as it's not because they're interesting that I post about them, but simply because looking back at what you've done gives way to the possibility of noticing and appreciating things you otherwise wouldn't. At least, that's my case. The moment I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107414599550999370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107414599550999370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107414599550999370' title='Vacation recap'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107376693405888739</id><published>2004-01-10T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T15:35:54.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Cinco del Viernes</title><summary type='text'>Complete the sentences again? Oh, well...1) En este mismo instante me encantaría tener...This very moment, I would like to have... Reptilia by my side.2) De pequeño/a mi madre siempre me decía...As a child, my mother used to tell me... to shut up.3) Cada vez que me miro en el espejo pienso...Each time I look in the mirror, I think... I'm really hot.4) Quién habría imaginado que...Who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107376693405888739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107376693405888739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107376693405888739' title='Las Cinco del Viernes'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107365769741277535</id><published>2004-01-09T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T09:18:55.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addenda to my previous post</title><summary type='text'>In response to the "US visit" measure, Brazil has implemented one of its own for gringo visitors. Hope we can learn from our neighbors. In other news, there's a project which seeks to open a nudist christian community in Tampa. Peculiar, says I, but not even mildly surprising nowadays. Read about that here"In perplexed dementia, where sanity is my vanity..."  -- Dimmu Borgir</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107365769741277535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107365769741277535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107365769741277535' title='Addenda to my previous post'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107349372918985375</id><published>2004-01-07T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T13:20:25.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes from the past?</title><summary type='text'>The united states of america (yeah, like that, with lowercases) have recently implemented a supposed security system known as "US visit". Although many may be familiar with the system, it basically consists of photographing every single foreign visitor of the mentioned country, along with registering their fingerprints. Allegedly, this system has been implanted to "beef up" the security against </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107349372918985375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107349372918985375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107349372918985375' title='Mistakes from the past?'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107327139717044881</id><published>2004-01-04T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T22:00:08.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's almost back!</title><summary type='text'>Reptilia comes back tomorow!YAY! Oh, right, sebastián leaves as well and i didn't get to see him... His fault, anyway.Willkommen zurück!"Once upon a time I was falling in love, but now I'm only falling apart"  -- Jan Wayne meets Lena</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107327139717044881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107327139717044881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107327139717044881' title='She&apos;s almost back!'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107307375750409869</id><published>2004-01-02T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T15:02:56.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Cinco del Viernes</title><summary type='text'>As this year's first post, here are the friday five.1)¿Qué ha sido lo mejor del 2003? ¿Y lo peor?The best: my jobs. Ok, the paychecks, actually. Was loaded for most of the year. The worst: for the most part of the year, I remained single. Can't stand that. But it wasn't that bad.2)¿Qué esperas para el 2004? ¿Tienes alguna lista de propósitos para este nuevo año? ¿Cuáles son?Don't expect </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107307375750409869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107307375750409869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107307375750409869' title='Las Cinco del Viernes'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107272825712351329</id><published>2003-12-29T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T15:07:29.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it out, this is pretty much me. Purple-haired one is Reptilia.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107272825712351329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107272825712351329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107272825712351329' title='Check it out, this is pretty much me. Purple-haired one is Reptilia.'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107264876050536317</id><published>2003-12-28T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T16:59:36.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the things about getting a girlfriend is that she becomes the only one who reads your blog.Thus, the message that was intended for all the readers of this neglected website automatically has become directed to her only.HAPPY NEW YEAR, PRINCESS! :)"Ankle-deep in hell through another way, crucify the sky above me!"  -- White Zombie</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107264876050536317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107264876050536317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107264876050536317' title=''/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107247130422138107</id><published>2003-12-26T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T15:42:00.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm backWas going to post the friday 5, but decided not to. Questions are too boring for me.I miss Reptilia. Supposed to call Sebastián. Bye."Love myself, loving you"  -- Nirvana</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107247130422138107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107247130422138107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107247130422138107' title='Back'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107221030379414004</id><published>2003-12-23T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T15:42:17.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leaving!</title><summary type='text'>I'm off to my christmas trip today. Will last TWO days! (minus 2hours or so of flight time) damn work. But I'll be coming with my gifts, which I'm looking forward to. Supposed to see Sebastián when I come back, hope that comes out all right.I was gonna post my new cell phone number, but decided otherwise.Chose "Spiritual Black Dimensions" of Dimmu Borgir as the CD cover for my new link on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107221030379414004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107221030379414004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107221030379414004' title='I&apos;m leaving!'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107221001257725825</id><published>2003-12-23T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T15:07:08.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Facts</title><summary type='text'>Wanna know 25 useless facts on me? click here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107221001257725825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107221001257725825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107221001257725825' title='The Facts'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107210684342984003</id><published>2003-12-22T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T10:29:16.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Cinco del Viernes</title><summary type='text'>I took a little longer than expected, given that today is monday, but here are friday's five. This time I'm supposed to complete these sentences 1) Érase una vez un pequeño caballito de cristal...There was once a crystal horse... who found it very hard to swim.2) La/le puso sobre la cama y muy lentamente...He/She placed her/him on the bed and really slowly... took his/her wallet and ran </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107210684342984003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107210684342984003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107210684342984003' title='Las Cinco del Viernes'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107203140112524137</id><published>2003-12-21T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T13:30:16.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary trouble</title><summary type='text'>For the following few days I will have a problem similar to Sebastián's, as I will not be staying home and will thus be separated from my computer. I am right now at my uncle's running a 300MHZ Pentium MMX 256MB RAM Win98 and with a 14" screen that's quite damaged. However, I will have a DSL connection which will make up for a bit of the inconvenients that this new machine will present. Oh, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107203140112524137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107203140112524137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107203140112524137' title='Temporary trouble'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107201878842572640</id><published>2003-12-21T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T10:00:03.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelling</title><summary type='text'>So my family left not so long ago on their christmas trip, which I cannot join until next wednesday due to my boring job. They went off to warmer climates by the sea. However, there was a sort of inconvenient with all this: only two people who can drive cars (one of them is myself) were staying, and three full families were leaving. Now, I dunno whether it's normal or not, but the trip is to last</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107201878842572640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107201878842572640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107201878842572640' title='Travelling'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107193958775619655</id><published>2003-12-20T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T12:00:02.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WC's and their marvels</title><summary type='text'>I was thinking the other day, and also discussing it with Reptilia in fact, whether Neo and the other characters in he Matrix ever needed to go and take a shit. I mean, you don't see Neo or Morpheus or anyone interrupting a fight just cause they gotta pee or something. Now, how can this be true? Is it that the inertial status in which humans are while being slaves to the Matrix causes them to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107193958775619655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107193958775619655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107193958775619655' title='WC&apos;s and their marvels'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107193355432663470</id><published>2003-12-20T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T10:19:29.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of green</title><summary type='text'>Remembering my dear GF's old blog, entitled "Ditteaux", I have taken the liberty of adding a small X-ray pic beside the title of my blog. This, of course, having previously obtained due authorization from the original author. I miss you, baby."She was the color of the TV, her mouth curled under like a rattlesnake;all of Holy Wood was sad, they'd remembered this is valentine's day"  -- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107193355432663470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107193355432663470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107193355432663470' title='Memories of green'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107177251715707426</id><published>2003-12-18T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T13:35:31.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone calls</title><summary type='text'>So I decided to call my GF from the office. It's quite cheap and practical, right? But it so seems that some sort of secretary around here dislikes the fact that i use her fax machine for such end. Ok, so far nothing's wrong with the picture, I mean, it would only be a question of telling me "hey, don't call from the fax machine" and that would be it. But no, she had to go and tell someone else </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107177251715707426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107177251715707426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107177251715707426' title='Phone calls'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107169491169001822</id><published>2003-12-17T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T16:02:36.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>17.12.03</title><summary type='text'>I'm at work right nowI'm quite close to killing myselfReptilia's goneWork sucksI'm tiredReptilia's goneI'm brokeI'm thirstyReptilia's gone...Well, you get the pointGood part is I got my new Siemens S56 cell phone today, and I'm quite happy about itBut I still wanna kill myselfAnd I miss my GF...."Suicide, it's suicide..."  -- Scarface ft. I.G.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107169491169001822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107169491169001822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107169491169001822' title='17.12.03'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107154521807023244</id><published>2003-12-15T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T22:27:11.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist</title><summary type='text'>I intended my wishlist to be somewhat interesting. Or at least longer than one item. But no. Meri has already taken care of them all, mostly.I just wish this whole xmas season is over. I'm beginning to notice I despise the filthy air I'm breathing because of it.I have spoken. Thank you very much. "It must've been love..."  -- Roxette</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107154521807023244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107154521807023244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107154521807023244' title='Wishlist'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107151231416363207</id><published>2003-12-15T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T22:17:49.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Cinco del Viernes</title><summary type='text'>1) ¿Qué quitarías del mundo? Poverty. Especially mine.2) ¿Cuál es tu sentimiento favorito?That for Reptilia at present :).3) ¿Cuál es el recuerdo más intenso que tienes? Ummm... snowboarding in the swiss alps!!!4) ¿Cuál es el pensamiento que más se te repite a lo largo del día? "Why am I not with my GF???"If not, "I hate this shit"5) ¿Qué es lo que más te gusta provocar en la gente?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107151231416363207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107151231416363207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107151231416363207' title='Las Cinco del Viernes'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107145283374648352</id><published>2003-12-14T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T20:47:26.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back #2</title><summary type='text'>OK, so I'm apparently just a place, and not more than an "elsewhere", according to my dear GF. Oh well, women tend to treat you like that.Sorry for the lack of updates. Thing is, as I said on a previous post, I've got a new job, and it's killing me. Plus, all my spare time i've spent with Reptilia, so I haven't really had the chance to do it again. I've even stopped posting on AcrÃ³nimos, which</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107145283374648352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107145283374648352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107145283374648352' title='Back #2'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107093853340845809</id><published>2003-12-08T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T21:55:44.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How evil am I?</title><summary type='text'>I ran into this quiz while browsing blogs, and visited Yoshi's. You're totally evil. When you wake up in themorning and look in the mirror you say, 'I'mgonna be evil today!' You know you're evil andyou love it.*How evil are you?* brought to you by QuizillaI know, it sucks, but my creativity's still dead drunk after three days of continuous drinking. Thus, I can't come up with a "better" post</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107093853340845809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107093853340845809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107093853340845809' title='How evil am I?'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107092908693837007</id><published>2003-12-08T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T22:06:30.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments</title><summary type='text'>As many people do, I am having a couple of inconvenients with my comments. Enetation sucks at times, but what the heck, at least I'm getting the comments link, cause some people don't. Problem is I've seen that people are commenting and the damn link phrase doesn't change. Not that I'm getting 80 comments per post, but I appreciate even one of them. "You drained my heart, and made a spade..."  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107092908693837007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107092908693837007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107092908693837007' title='Comments'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107091590328598871</id><published>2003-12-08T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T15:38:34.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the face you'll never change</title><summary type='text'>Ok, first, regarding a recent post in this page, I must say that Acrónimos creator, Olavia Kite, seemingly woke up from her internet lethargy and has taken away my first place in the game, which I had kept for something like three months. Not much of a loss, but anyway.Sebastián recently commented that I had broken my promise of not telling his... issue regarding... well, other issues; in other</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107091590328598871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107091590328598871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107091590328598871' title='This is the face you&apos;ll never change'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107068380814439636</id><published>2003-12-05T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T23:11:15.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Cinco del Viernes</title><summary type='text'>Ok, these are actually last week's, which I forgot, and they are WAY better than this week's. 1)¿En que ciudad o pueblo vives? Especifica país, que a veces las ciudades se repiten.Bogotá, Colombia. (Colombia's the country, just in case you don't know)2) ¿Un buen restaurante?¿Uno barato?¿Uno especial por algún motivo?The best restaurant in this city, for me, is Balzac. They serve my favorite</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107068380814439636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107068380814439636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107068380814439636' title='Las Cinco del Viernes'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107068117368570389</id><published>2003-12-05T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T22:31:51.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I know most of my grades already. It's nice to find out I'm still in the top 2% of my faculty, and the top 5% of the university. Guess that makes me special, I dunno. Maybe it doesn't, but I really don't care, as long as my ego is sufficientlty well fed. Got two jobs these past three days. Decided to take the worse paid one, 'cause I'm lazy. In the better paid one, I was supposed to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107068117368570389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107068117368570389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107068117368570389' title='Back'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-107016585576936380</id><published>2003-11-29T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T23:17:45.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><summary type='text'>Aaaaah, vacation.... :)"Dolls of voodoo all stuck with pins..."  -- MetallicA</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107016585576936380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/107016585576936380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107016585576936380' title='Finally'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106996017293056350</id><published>2003-11-27T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T14:11:56.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Un email</title><summary type='text'>"Salí de fiesta mamá.Fuí a una fiesta y me acordé de lo que me dijiste. Me pediste que no bebiera alcohol mamá. Por eso, bebí un Sprite. Sentí orgullo de mi misma, y del modo como me dijiste que me sentiría y que no debería beber y conducir al contrario de lo que algunos amigos me dijeron.Hice una elección saludable y tu consejo fue correcto.Y cuando la fiesta finalmente acabó la gente </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106996017293056350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106996017293056350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106996017293056350' title='Un email'/><author><name>DarkAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476802253256324757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106995299068252845</id><published>2003-11-27T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T12:10:43.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise Advise</title><summary type='text'>"Law students know "quid pro quo" means "this for that," but many a porn flick begins with a woman giving the guy head and expecting nothing in return. This might be legal on the Playboy Channel, but here on planet Earth, unreciprocated fellatio is as fallacious as a free lunch. The polite protocol is to go down on her first. Not only does it show you care foremost about her pleasure, it will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106995299068252845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106995299068252845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106995299068252845' title='Wise Advise'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106995104439621349</id><published>2003-11-27T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T11:37:33.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Threads...</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I recently checked Sebastián's blog and found that a small comment of mine had shown maybe a bit more that it was intended to. The post he wrote was about how he had just spent all night with a couple, who just happen to be his friends, and how such couple... well, how could you call that... let's say they were obvious about their intention of being alone, and engaging in activities a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106995104439621349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106995104439621349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106995104439621349' title='Threads...'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106990193487413022</id><published>2003-11-27T03:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T11:12:50.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's why...</title><summary type='text'>"Bury me an angel, God, I need some inspiration!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106990193487413022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106990193487413022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106990193487413022' title='Here&apos;s why...'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106989814713147048</id><published>2003-11-26T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T11:15:34.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"La vida es como un Fashion..."</title><summary type='text'>[Durante una fría aunque acogedora noche bogotana, a la tenue luz de algunas velas y otros artefactos de iluminación, con un par de botellas de Johnnie Walker acompañándonos, además de dos preciosas mujeres que fueron tan gentiles como para acompañarnos e hicieron de este rato algo agradable a pesar del resto de la compañía]S: Estoy como aburrida...F: *cara de diarrea cerebral* No dijiste </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106989814713147048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106989814713147048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106989814713147048' title='&quot;La vida es como un Fashion...&quot;'/><author><name>DarkAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476802253256324757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106943568703465413</id><published>2003-11-21T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T14:05:07.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Perfection: Unwanted Expressions of My Inner Self</title><summary type='text'>Now that I think of it, back then I was totally lost. I mean, I knew where I was, but then again that was erroneous information. Hard to explain, given that this is quite subjective. I think the correct term would be clueless, although I would've said I had many clues anytime. Point is, that lost, clueless, or not, there I was, the world at my feet. Well, not acually the whole world, but quite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106943568703465413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106943568703465413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106943568703465413' title='On Perfection: Unwanted Expressions of My Inner Self'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106939282059567087</id><published>2003-11-21T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T00:33:47.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Cinco Del Viernes</title><summary type='text'>Only a couple of posts between last week's and this week's! Well, that's a first, and hopefully a last. This week's q's seem quite appropriate for this time of the year, sez I. So, here they go:1) ¿A dónde te irías de vacaciones, sea donde sea, en cualquier parte del mundo?Definitely, Russia. Don't know much of the country, I accept that, but the few things I know makes me love it. 2) ¿Cómo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106939282059567087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106939282059567087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106939282059567087' title='Las Cinco Del Viernes'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106934794538775772</id><published>2003-11-20T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T12:08:40.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Hard Road Out Of Hell</title><summary type='text'> Well, final exams have had me full of shit to do. Shit or not, it still takes up a lot of time. Thus my absence from blogging. Yet I know nobody really gives a shit, so I dunno why I'm writing this kind of excuse...I saw Pinky yesterday night. She's just gorgeous, and I still love her smile. We watched the soccer game at TGIF, and I had a pretty good time, though I can't speak for her. I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106934794538775772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106934794538775772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106934794538775772' title='Long Hard Road Out Of Hell'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106904366862024513</id><published>2003-11-16T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T23:34:34.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More wisdom</title><summary type='text'>"The Matrix franchise was never a series that aimed for the general public. Magically it managed to become a raging success and that led people to believe that this was a movie for them. Well it wasn’t. It’s for us. It’s for the people who love the poses, the movements, the references and all that other stuff that the general public fails to notice anyway. It’s for the people who bothered to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106904366862024513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106904366862024513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106904366862024513' title='More wisdom'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106901048846597466</id><published>2003-11-16T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T14:22:35.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Cinco del Viernes</title><summary type='text'>1) Si tuvieras el poder de dar la inmortalidad a sólo una persona de la Tierra, ¿a quién se la darías?¿Crees que le gustaría?Hm, that would be really bad... It'd have to be to someone I don't like much, but also that not many people care about. Maybe to myself, but I dunno. I think I would get my kicks out of giving it to someone with suicidal tendencies.2) Si tuvieras el poder de hacer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106901048846597466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106901048846597466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106901048846597466' title='Las Cinco del Viernes'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106884823439525798</id><published>2003-11-14T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T17:48:31.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Subliminal Metaphysics</title><summary type='text'>A little kid came up to me today with a question. So this is important not so much for the question itself but for the events that led to it. I was strolling down a quite pintoresque park. The trees had autumn colors, but please don't ask me for scientific explanations, 'cause I know we're not in autumn, yet the colors were the same. And so was the wind. So anyway, I was just letting my mind </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106884823439525798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106884823439525798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106884823439525798' title='Subliminal Metaphysics'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106877985368160331</id><published>2003-11-13T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T17:20:11.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Natalia's wisdom, ep. 2</title><summary type='text'>"Work is bad for you. I mean, really, really bad. Like, toxic."Thanks to indiscreet Natalia for sharing her wisdom again. I feel kinda blind today..."You're gonna listen to me, like it or not, right now!"  -- Linkin Park</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106877985368160331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106877985368160331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106877985368160331' title='Natalia&apos;s wisdom, ep. 2'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106877817761384719</id><published>2003-11-13T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T21:52:37.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>99 bottles of beer on the wall</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so we noticed that actually like 4 people read this page. Guess that ain't good, but it's still undecided.Anyways, content's gonna start to suck bad.Mavericks won the other night, and the game was great. They're finally playing more or less like last year and won by... I dunno, like 30 points or something. quite enjoyable.I'm tired of the fucking club. I don't want final exams. I just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106877817761384719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106877817761384719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106877817761384719' title='99 bottles of beer on the wall'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106851412862277454</id><published>2003-11-10T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T20:37:10.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*Snif*</title><summary type='text'>Heme aquí, tendido en una cama, con el movimiento limitado en una de mis extremidades. Es triste saber que no puedo culpar a nadie más que a mí mismo por mi condición actual. Pero bueno, tiene su lado positivo: a los lisiados nos consienten mucho. Tampoco quiero hacerme el convaleciente (ort?), me ha tocado asistir a clases y demás, pero ha teido su lado bueno. He redescubierto, gracias a mi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106851412862277454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106851412862277454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106851412862277454' title='*Snif*'/><author><name>DarkAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476802253256324757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106839836531726853</id><published>2003-11-09T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T12:19:29.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If it ain't broke, don't fix it</title><summary type='text'>DarkAngel broke his leg on tuesday while playing soccer. He still doesn't know how to fall properly, tsk tsk. Anyways, he's gonna have his leg in a cast for 20 days (although I'm pretty sure it'll be 30, given that he doesn't usually follow doctors' orders quite so carefully). A very big public Gute Besserung from here. He sends his regards, although he knows nobody reads this. Also, I noticed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106839836531726853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106839836531726853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106839836531726853' title='If it ain&apos;t broke, don&apos;t fix it'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106831554036940983</id><published>2003-11-08T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T13:20:46.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NBA</title><summary type='text'>The Magic got CRUSHED by the T'wolves last night. I mean, that was major overkill: 29 points?? Yes, yes, they have like 6 rookies in their roster, which naturally is thus one of the youngest in the league right now, but they've also got major players like McGrady, Lou, and this guy from Georgia (the country). Lou was on fire for like a quarter and a half, and McGrady was... well, it was like he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106831554036940983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106831554036940983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106831554036940983' title='NBA'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106826407402918113</id><published>2003-11-07T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T23:24:20.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Cinco del Viernes</title><summary type='text'>Geeky questions this week... oh, well...1) Al abrir los ojos, una mañana de invierno, descubres que la persona que duerme a tu lado se ha convertido, durante la noche, en un reptil (lagarto o lagarta, según los casos): ¿Cómo reaccionarías?Oh, well, I dunno how bad it would be to have Mariana by my side... Just kidding :). As to how I would react to the situation, that depends on who the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106826407402918113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106826407402918113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106826407402918113' title='Las Cinco del Viernes'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106805859811846278</id><published>2003-11-05T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T14:45:37.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TagBoard off</title><summary type='text'>TagBoard's been removed. It didn't serve much of a purpose other than a "battleground", so it's off. Sorry, mr Bluhelmet.Also that weird blue list. Can't remember why I put it there in the first place. "Down here, I'm God!"  -- The Trainman, in Matrix:Revolutions</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106805859811846278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106805859811846278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106805859811846278' title='TagBoard off'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106805839576755277</id><published>2003-11-05T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T14:41:48.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Matrix:Revolutions</title><summary type='text'>Warning: movie spoilers'Twas worth attending the premiere. Quote me on the exit of the movie: wow, that was some shit.I want to meet a woman like Trinity... and I mean the attitude, not the looks.Very heavy movie, as one would expect from it treating the philosophical question of death. Thus is the trilogy completed. Almost all the purity seen in the previous two is thus lost as well. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106805839576755277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106805839576755277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106805839576755277' title='Matrix:Revolutions'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106800358421395984</id><published>2003-11-04T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T15:44:09.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream a little dream of me</title><summary type='text'>I was in a very good mood all day today. No, I didn't have 24-hour sex or anything near that today. And no, it's not because we're less than 12 hours from the Revolutions' premiere. I mean, I like it and all, but it'd hardly make my day. Pinky also had most certainly something to do with it, 'cause she was in my head almost all the time, but I can't figure out why.Meh, fuck it. I'll just relax </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106800358421395984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106800358421395984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106800358421395984' title='Dream a little dream of me'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106774241197311855</id><published>2003-11-01T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T22:06:54.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update + All Hallow's Eve review</title><summary type='text'>Ok, the sidebar links have been updated and appear much earlier on the list. Thanks to my favorite reptile both for adding a link to my blog, and for reminding me that I had those links. Also, less posts can be seen per page now, simply for the page to load a little faster. If you're interested in any of the old posts, you can always check out the archives, also on the sidebar. Man, that was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106774241197311855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106774241197311855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106774241197311855' title='Update + All Hallow&apos;s Eve review'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106757598243716538</id><published>2003-10-30T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T23:53:03.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Cinco del Viernes</title><summary type='text'>Ok, before I get so drunk I forget about all this, lemme ansur the q's...1)¿Cuál es el beso más dulce que te han dado en tu vida?El primero, cuál más??2) ¿Cómo recuerdas tu primer beso?Como el más dulce... No, mentiras. Recuerdo que no tenía ni idea qué hacer, pero ella sí, aunque debo confesar que casi no entiendo la lógica del asunto. Pero bueno, el gusto se lo cogí rápido, y gracias a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106757598243716538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106757598243716538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106757598243716538' title='Las Cinco del Viernes'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106757088209358773</id><published>2003-10-30T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T22:31:41.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><summary type='text'>So tomorrow's halloween. I wanted to make a whole post about it, but then I saw Mariana had already done that, and I also thought about it and there's really not much to say. I'll be going to M&amp;M's costume party with my dear Naranjita, if all goes well. She said she wanted the Eve costume, let's see how strong her word is. As for me, I'll be made up as the crow, out of lazyness for picking a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106757088209358773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106757088209358773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106757088209358773' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106743520626674932</id><published>2003-10-29T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T21:44:23.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NBA Opening Night 2</title><summary type='text'>Man, I have really got to pay closer attention to the offseason. I mean, I hadn't actually noticed that Malone went to the Lakers until I saw him last night playing. Pretty cool, although I think the Mailman is growing old. However, he was backed up by a monstuous Gary Payton, who was totally on fire, quite near a triple-double on his debut night with the team. Malone had a perfect third quarter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106743520626674932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106743520626674932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106743520626674932' title='NBA Opening Night 2'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106740065011775235</id><published>2003-10-28T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T23:10:51.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NBA Opening Night!</title><summary type='text'>The NBA is back!!! THANK YOU, LORD! Well, it has a downside to it: I'll start skipping 7am class, 'cause those damn games are always so fákin late... oh, well, called "opportunity cost" as far as I've been taught.I want the Raptors to be champions this year... I'm not saying that they stand much of a chance, but I'd enjoy it if they did.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106740065011775235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106740065011775235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106740065011775235' title='NBA Opening Night!'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106737941509450338</id><published>2003-10-28T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T17:20:44.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><summary type='text'>"I realized today that being born poor was a dumb idea."Thanks to indiscreet Natalia for sharing her wisdom!Also, to one of her brilliant friends, who pointed out the following:If a girl writes a paper about Russian Modernist novel, and gets an A- having read just a page of it, you must wonder whether her teacher wore protection. This applies, of course, not only to Russian Modernist novel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106737941509450338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106737941509450338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106737941509450338' title='Quote'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106737650197782791</id><published>2003-10-28T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T08:49:55.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Message from Daddy</title><summary type='text'>Herr Kommandant mandó un mail con una carta, que publicamos a continuación. Aclaramos que los autores de este blog totalmente respaldamos el apoyo que se le expresa a Señourr Prresidentey, aunque no necesariamente el sentimentalismo ni sus posiciones políticas frente a temas como el referendo; al respecto, nos reservamos nuestras opiniones. Y no tenemos ni idea de quién es el autor, más allá del </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106737650197782791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106737650197782791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106737650197782791' title='Message from Daddy'/><author><name>DarkAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476802253256324757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106729661781338419</id><published>2003-10-27T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T18:16:58.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Bogotá's new mayor</title><summary type='text'>Well, Lucho won, which is naturally VERY BAD. Thing is I really care very little about who's mayor and who isn't, but I'm beginning to think that I'll have to care about him, whether I want it or not. However, I'm SURE I won't get to the level of hysteria (sp?) Sebastián would like those of us still in the city to have. I think I'd go a little more towards Mariana's tendency.I mean, I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106729661781338419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106729661781338419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106729661781338419' title='On Bogotá&apos;s new mayor'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106729511318278337</id><published>2003-10-27T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T17:52:52.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Formatting</title><summary type='text'>I've just reduced the size of the pictures we posted, given that I noticed that many people access this page using a 800x600 screen resolution, which is really not good. I'm sorry if anyone found the page apparently out of order because of this. Thing is I use 1600x1200, and DarkAngel uses 1280x1024, so we hadn't noticed this detail. I really think a good resolution is of at least 1024x768, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106729511318278337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106729511318278337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106729511318278337' title='Formatting'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106721997837741156</id><published>2003-10-26T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T17:46:58.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo tampoco me aguanto!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106721997837741156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106721997837741156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106721997837741156' title='Yo tampoco me aguanto!'/><author><name>DarkAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476802253256324757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106721892412633457</id><published>2003-10-26T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T17:47:33.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I REALLY can't wait for Revolutions....</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106721892412633457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106721892412633457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106721892412633457' title='I REALLY can&apos;t wait for Revolutions....'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106720755743687628</id><published>2003-10-26T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T17:32:38.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehe...</title><summary type='text'>Aquí está cómo se ve el idiota de Flawless, ahora que volvió a hablar con Pinky. Dios, no hay quién se lo aguante, qué mamera... aunque será peor cuando se estrelle contra la realidad de nuevo... *sigh* oh, well...Espero que haya quedado feliz de poner su pinche quiz.Y ayer ganaron los Marlins!! Qué bien, no es que yo sea un fanático fiel, pero me encanta que el equipo que era considerado la </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106720755743687628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106720755743687628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106720755743687628' title='Hehe...'/><author><name>DarkAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476802253256324757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106720479501391257</id><published>2003-10-26T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T16:46:35.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Quiz</title><summary type='text'>Heeeeeeey! What about my quiz?? Hmph, if u want somethin done rite, u gotta do it urself...You are The Twins, from "The Matrix."Bad, but with a sexy streak- surprisinglyrefreshing. You know what you want, when youwant it. What Matrix Persona Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106720479501391257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106720479501391257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106720479501391257' title='My Quiz'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106719388038232944</id><published>2003-10-26T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T13:44:40.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><summary type='text'>You are The Oracle, from "The Matrix."Wise, kind, honest- is there anything slightlynegative about you? You are genuinelysupportive of others. Careful not to let peopletake advantage of you, though. What Matrix Persona Are You? brought to you by QuizillaSalí como the Oracle... Flawless dijo que le salieron the twins, que si porfa ponía la imagen, pero no mandó el código...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106719388038232944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106719388038232944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106719388038232944' title='Quiz'/><author><name>DarkAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476802253256324757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106718523405433485</id><published>2003-10-26T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T11:20:34.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Día de Votación</title><summary type='text'>Ya voté. Fui con Solecito. Estuvo mucho más organizado que otros años, lo cual fue muy rico.Eso sí, me revisaron hasta las balls... cosa que también fue buena en el sentido de que es una muestra de buena seguridad (no es que me haya divertido con el tombo tocándomelas ni nada).Llegué a mi casa y mis papás no estaban ni dejaron llaves para entrar ni nada. Y llamo a mi papá y se pone a hablarme </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106718523405433485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106718523405433485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106718523405433485' title='Día de Votación'/><author><name>DarkAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476802253256324757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106710478291391769</id><published>2003-10-25T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T13:05:48.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Cinco del Viernes</title><summary type='text'>Bueno, las preguntas de esta semana sinceramente me parece que están malísimas, pero helas aquí1) ¿Qué prefieres, carrito con hoja de lechuga o con folleto?La verdad prefiero un carrito limpio, aunque casi nunca utilizo carrito de por sí. En caso de tener que escoger uno con residuos, prefiero un folleto, ojalá limpio, para al menos tener la posibilidad de enterarme de alguna oferta extraña o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106710478291391769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106710478291391769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106710478291391769' title='Las Cinco del Viernes'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106706169997883694</id><published>2003-10-25T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T01:09:22.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Regreso triunfal</title><summary type='text'>Realmente mi regreso a postear no tiene nada de triunfal, pero como hay gente como Flawless que jode tanto, heme aquí de nuevo participando en este medio de comunicación. Sí, sí, bienvenutti, Pinky. Creo que Flawless ya armó bastante escándalo al respecto, pero espero que tu lectura de estas pendejadas sea de tu agrado. Aunque hasta ahora, nada de comentarios... sí habrá decidido leer esto?Ha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106706169997883694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106706169997883694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106706169997883694' title='Regreso triunfal'/><author><name>DarkAngel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476802253256324757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106696777833675259</id><published>2003-10-23T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T22:59:16.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one bites the dust-ah!</title><summary type='text'>WHOA!! ER's most recent episode is some deep shit!! I mean, there's this kid like 13 or sth who comes in with bullet wounds and this other kid breaks into the recovery room or whatever and starts stabbing him with a scalpel, just 'cause he hadn't died... there was this buddhist monk who was given a whole ritual to die in peace... a multiple suicide 'cause of an eclipse, and in the middle of that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106696777833675259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106696777833675259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106696777833675259' title='Another one bites the dust-ah!'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106693690509944518</id><published>2003-10-23T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T17:52:15.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, memories...</title><summary type='text'>Ok, first of all, a great big welcome to Pinky into this useless page!!!! Hope this helps to inspire a lot of those big and beautiful smiles of yours :). Your presence has been unanimously approved by all (both) members of the page's directing board (i.e. DeathMasters DarkAngel and Flawless). Kung-Fu Master (my mother) twisted her ankle yesterday while at an amusement park. I hate it when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106693690509944518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106693690509944518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106693690509944518' title='Ah, memories...'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106685287620069439</id><published>2003-10-22T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T15:07:04.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nachrichten</title><summary type='text'>Apparently the world ends in 2006. Or at least so they say in The Criollo Times, where they report that some hebrew mathematician and some other journalist from The Wall St Journal or something (who happens to be an atheist, and apparently this is somehow determining), decyphered some biblical texts of some sort. They say that by some crazy analysis they have been able to foresee some events, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106685287620069439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106685287620069439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106685287620069439' title='Nachrichten'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106677025064588423</id><published>2003-10-21T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T16:06:12.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashions, uzw.</title><summary type='text'>Wow, so I turned out to be rickets. Who'd have thought? Anyways, thanks to Mariana for the link, and congratulations on the grand opening of her also grand new blog! It's really becoming quite the fashion, as my dear friend Sáenz pointed out.In other news, Sáenz is also starting a blog, but it's still under construction. I'll have the link up in no time. 'Tis supposed to be about religion, if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106677025064588423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106677025064588423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106677025064588423' title='Fashions, uzw.'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106661753408546893</id><published>2003-10-19T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T23:01:15.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Cinco del Viernes</title><summary type='text'>1) ¿Tienes un sueño?¿Alguna vez has logrado realizar alguno de tus sueños?Sueños tengo todas las noches, y afortunadamente he logrado realizar varios de ellos. Sin embargo, muy pocos de ellos le importan a nadie más que a mí. Uno de mis sueños no realizados es tener una bóveda como la de Rico McPato, aunque sin tanta moneda. Y sueños realizados... uno puede ser el haberme graduado de mi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106661753408546893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106661753408546893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106661753408546893' title='Las Cinco del Viernes'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106658409004178685</id><published>2003-10-19T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T12:22:07.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A note on my discoveries' post</title><summary type='text'>La idea mía no era que uno o varios lectores se sintieran identificados con los "indios" de los que hablo en alguna parte de ese post, y que por ende se sintieran ofendidos. Simplemente quería describir una situación a mis ojos, refiriéndome a gente que para mí no tiene cara ni nombre propio que recuerde; sólo un grupo más de los que existen en el mundo. Mis disculpas a todo aquel a quien le </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106658409004178685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106658409004178685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106658409004178685' title='A note on my discoveries&apos; post'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873351.post-106622451430876917</id><published>2003-10-15T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T08:28:34.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><summary type='text'>"There’s also something to be said for not being a total pain in the ass fuck everything pop culture hate mongering martyr. I mean, really, fuck poo-pooing just for the sake of street cred. But ying to the yang, fuck uttering a yessir and an aye-aye when a verdict of copacetic is the furthest thing from your cerebral cortex’s bullshit detector."Read it all here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106622451430876917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5873351/posts/default/106622451430876917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathmaster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106622451430876917' title='Quote'/><author><name>Flawless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574360842496916037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
