<?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-18042717</id><updated>2011-11-24T12:16:12.281-04:30</updated><category term='Diaries'/><category term='Interesting Times'/><category term='The Legend of the 5 Rings'/><category term='HoR Side Stories'/><category term='TAIFUUGAN'/><category term='Vampire: The Masquerade'/><category term='Four Winds Saga'/><category term='Masked'/><category term='That Piss Me'/><category term='Rokugan'/><category term='Time for you to meet'/><category term='Nakama'/><title type='text'>someone´s corner to do nothing</title><subtitle type='html'>when a guy is bored, this blog is what happens</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-3146399874537480462</id><published>2011-09-12T13:38:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2011-09-12T13:41:06.477-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Again: Anthem!!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, long time no writing. Work's got me pretty busy but the real thing is that I've been tinkering with tumblr and G+ for a time now. Anyhow, I've already made an Anthem post&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-for-you-to-meet.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, but I'm making a new one because my elven nakama asked (more like commanded me) to make one; and I know just what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I shared a video on G+ and he liked it, it was about a live performance these guys made in 2005, it was the 20th&amp;nbsp;Anniversary&amp;nbsp;Tour. I'm gonna post some videos while talking about the band... you know, for educational purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;This is the 1st song of the show, Onslaught, from their album Eternal Warrior (2004). It show the current line up which is&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Shibata "Ski" Naoto on bass,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Sakamoto Eizo on vocals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Shimizu Akio on guitar and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Homma Hirotsugu on drums. After this song they played 9 other, and then they went out with a bang, as if the show was over... But wait.. the DVD cover said there was still other 17 songs to be played.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/8K_JM9-GJoI/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8K_JM9-GJoI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8K_JM9-GJoI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;After a couple of minutes Shibata came out. Regretfully I cannot speak&amp;nbsp;Japanese&amp;nbsp;so I have no clue what he says, but I have a feeling he-s talking about the band and it&amp;nbsp;beginnings... So he start calling people to the stage, who? Well the original members of the band. They played classic Anthem songs, the songs they used to play when that line up was active. For this "stage"of the show I-ve chosen to show you a song called Victim in Your Eyes, form the Tightrope album that came up in 1986. The line up for this song is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Shibata "Ski" Naoto on bass,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Sakamoto Eizo on vocals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Fukuda Hiroya on guitar and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Ohuchi "Mad" Takamasa on drums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/imdjkJXHaJ4/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/imdjkJXHaJ4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/imdjkJXHaJ4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The original line up released 3 albums and, in 1988, Sakamoto left the band and went to pursue his own proyect: Animetal, a band every anime &amp;amp; tokusatsu fan should listen to. Anyhow, they got Morikawa Yukio to replace Sakamoto and thus in the tour at this time Sakamoto left the stage and Morikawa joined the band and played some other song of his "era" with Anthem. This is Hunting Time, from the Hunting Time album (1989)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/vSAVbzn2aQQ/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vSAVbzn2aQQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vSAVbzn2aQQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;In 1990 Anthem dealt with another departure. Fukuda left the band and Nakama "Shadow Walker" Hideaki joined. This guy is hilarious by the way. This next song is from the album No Smoke Without Fire (1990), one of my favourite songs: Shadow Walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/mpMj0mDWYRk/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mpMj0mDWYRk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mpMj0mDWYRk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nakama&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;left the band after recording just that one album and the search for a new guitarist began. Good thing these guys found Shimizu Akio, perhaps the best guitar player the band have had, technically speaking of course. They released just one album though, Domestic Booty in 1992 and after this they disbanded. "Final" line up:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Shibata "Ski" Naoto on bass,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Morikawa Yukio on vocals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Shimizu Akio on guitar and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Ohuchi "Mad" Takamasa on drums.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;This song is called Venom Strike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/hhuTMPPGdx8/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hhuTMPPGdx8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hhuTMPPGdx8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band took a rather long hiatus and then, on 2000, they were joined by the legendary Graham Bonnet and released an album, with him on vocals, that featured all the classics sung in&amp;nbsp;English. Great stuff. Unfortunately I have no knowledge of them ever being in a live show, so I'll just leave 2 songs here:&amp;nbsp;Gypsy Ways and&amp;nbsp;Blinded Pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/sq_Lr2yRkrc/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sq_Lr2yRkrc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sq_Lr2yRkrc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/O9jzkCQlHWQ/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O9jzkCQlHWQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O9jzkCQlHWQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2001 original singer Sakamoto Eizo rejoined the band and Ohuchi Takamasa was replaced with Homma Hirotsugu. These were the guys we watched in the first video, so I'm not gonna post&amp;nbsp;any more&amp;nbsp;stuff about them, but I will&amp;nbsp;recommend&amp;nbsp;that you listed to songs like: Eternal Warrior, Rescue You, The Sign, Immortal Bind, Freak Out, Running Blood, DIM and I better stop before I name all of them. To close this up I will post 2 more videos, why? Because they are awesome. After the show was done they came back out... all 8 members and played 2 more songs. Here they are. Do You Understand, from No Smoke Without Fire, and Wild Anthem, from their very first album: Anthem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/FM_N-FNd8uA/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FM_N-FNd8uA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FM_N-FNd8uA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/TT-bDxSH1GE/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TT-bDxSH1GE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TT-bDxSH1GE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you've enjoyed this. No go back to the top and play the videos again and/or go get the albums. It's the power of Metal that compels you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-3146399874537480462?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/3146399874537480462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=3146399874537480462&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/3146399874537480462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/3146399874537480462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2011/09/again-anthem.html' title='Again: Anthem!!!!'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-715805170690133731</id><published>2011-07-20T23:40:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2011-07-21T09:10:07.515-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Carta Abierta al Señor Faitelson</title><content type='html'>Yo en mi blog usualmente escribo en Ingles. No es mi idioma nativo, pero se me da mejor escribir en Ingles que en Español; sin embargo este post requiere que escriba en MI idioma debido al tema a tratar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este lunes, el Señor David Faitelson, comentarista deportivo de la cadena de deportes ESPN, hizo un comentario en twitter referente a la Selección Nacional de Fútbol Venezolana. El escribió:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"N&lt;span id="ctl00_Contenedor_lbContenido" class="TextoNoticias"&gt;o se si un equipo que jamás se haya dignado jugar una Copa Mundial merezca ganar una Copa América"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_Contenedor_lbContenido" class="TextoNoticias"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Esta carta tiene que ver con ese comentario. Voy a analizar 2 puntos desde una manera bastante objetiva y a exponer otro desde lo mas profundo de mi pasión vinotinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primero Señor Faitelson dejemos algo en claro. Yo estoy muy consciente que el nivel de fútbol de la Selección Venezolana nunca ha sido el mas elevado en la confederación, pero eso no quiere decir que un equipo pequeño no pueda mejorar o dar sorpresas. ¿Recuerda cuando el Alcorcon venció por 4 goles al Real Madrid? ¿Cuando Grecia ganó la Eurocopa? Lo cual me lleva al primer punto que quiero analizar: ...un equipo que jamas se haya dignado a jugar una Copa Mundial... Que jamas se haya dignado, lease bien: que jamas se haya dignado&lt;span id="ctl00_Contenedor_lbContenido" class="TextoNoticias"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! ¿No estamos siendo un poco severos acá Señor Faitelson? ¿Es decir que la selección solo va a las eliminatorias por cumplir?&lt;br /&gt;Señor Faitelson la Selección Venezolana ha demostrado una gran mejora el los últimos años, se ha dejado todo en la cancha! Llegamos a Cuartos de final en la pasada Edicion de la Copa América y quedamos rankeados en 6to lugar por encima de Chile y Peru. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Copa_America_2007#Final_positions"&gt;Aca&lt;/a&gt; se pueden ver las estadísticas finales de la copa, por si no las tiene a la mano. Y como es que no se han dignado de jugar una Copa Mundial cuando para la copa del 2010 quedamos a solo 2 puntos de Uruguay en la tabla de clasificaciones; una Uruguay que fue a repechaje para luego quedar cuarto lugar en la Copa del Mundo cabe destacar. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2010_FIFA_World_Cup_qualification#Final_positions"&gt;Aca&lt;/a&gt; puede verificar eso. ¿No se ha dignado en jugar una Copa Mundial? Me parece algo muy severo considerando como se ha comportado la Seleccion Venezolana en los ultimos tiempos; y cabe destacar Señor Faitelson que la CONMEBOL solo da 4 puestos y medio, y teniendo paises como Brasil, Argentina y Uruguay, que son practicamente participantes fijos, la clasificacion se le ve complicada, mas aun a equipos mas pequeños, pero que si han ido a Copas Mundiales, como Ecuador, Paraguay y Chile. ¿Entonces? ¿No nos hemos dignado? Repito mi pregunta, ¿No le parece muy severo decir eso?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que me lleva a exponer mi punto desde un el punto de vista de un fanático. Son ahora las 9:00am del dia jueves 21 aca en Venezuela y la derrota aun no la trago. ¿Por que? ¿Acaso no ganamos ante Ecuador y Chile con un juego al nivel del rival? No voy a decir que superior porque tampoco quiero sonar absurdo o fuera de sitio, pero no ha visto usted el nivel que han demostrado jugadores como Cichero, Vizcarrondo, Rincon, Vega (aunque a veces no inspire la mayor de las confianzas). ¿No se da cuenta que jugadores con experiencia, como Arango y Maldonado, si bien no fueron del todo decisivos, llevaron con experiencia adelante al equipo?.&lt;br /&gt;Veamos a otros equipos:&lt;br /&gt;- Mejico, solo anotó un gol y perdieron los tres partidos.&lt;br /&gt;- Argentina, a pesar de ser local, solo ganó un partido.&lt;br /&gt;- Brasil fallo 3 de los 4 penales que pateo.&lt;br /&gt;- Paraguay jugara la final sin ganar ningún partido.&lt;br /&gt;¿Aun cree usted que Venezuela no merece la Copa? A ver, yo no digo que ha sido el mejor equipo de la copa, tampoco digo que debió haberla ganado. Pero de haberla ganado, ¿no cree usted que es una justa recompensa? Incluso si el caso fuese que lo demas equipos se volvieron todos malos de la noche a la mañana y termina siendo Venezuela uno de los que tiene mejor nivel ¿acaso no tiene merito el mantener su nivel a pesar de que todos los demás se han vuelto mediocres? ¿Se merece Paraguay pasar a la final sin haber ganado un solo partido? ¿Usted vio el juego? ¿Vio como Venezuela jugo tan bien como Paraguay? ¿Vio que de momentos dominaba el partido? ¿Vio que pego 2 palos? ¿Que llego mas a puerta? ¿Que de hecho encajo un gol que fue anulado (bien anulado cabe destacar)? ¿Que termino Paraguay con uno menos y con el DT y su asistente echados fuera? ¿Eso si es un posible campeón? ¿Un equipo con 5 juegos y 5 empates si se lo merece solo por haber jugado la Copa del Mundo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Volviendo al tema original de esta carta, y al segundo punto el cual mencione antes... Escuche el martes una discusión que usted sostuvo con el Señor Richard Méndez en donde este le reclamaba por su comentario. De entrada le digo que no estoy de acuerdo con la forma en como el Señor Méndez lo abordo, pero usted dijo algo que me llamo la atención. Usted expresó, palabras mas, palabras menos, que la gente había mal interpretado su comentario y que lo que usted había querido decir era otra cosa. ¿Que cosa? Asombro que las semifinales de esta edición de la Copa tienen ausencias como Brasil y Argentina y que esta Copa tiene un nivel atípico. Señor Faitelson, si eso era lo que usted quería expresar ¿por que no dijo eso y ya? ¿Por que tenia que decir "N&lt;span id="ctl00_Contenedor_lbContenido" class="TextoNoticias"&gt;o se si un equipo que jamás se haya dignado jugar una Copa Mundial merezca ganar una Copa América"?. Se me ocurren 2 razones:&lt;br /&gt;1.- Usted es una persona que realmente considera a Venezuela un equipo mediocre y al verse rodeado de tanta polémica decidió retractarse.&lt;br /&gt;2.- Usted realmente quería expresar otra cosa y no dejar por bajo la Selección de Venezuela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si el caso es el primero pues creo que se merece el odio de todos los que decidieron odiarlo, pues no puede esperar que una acción ocurra sin reacción alguna, y esta en usted ver como asumirá las consecuencias de sus acciones; porque una cosa es pensar algo, todos tenemos libertad de expresión, y una cosa muy distinta es ponerla en twitter. Al ponerla en twitter debe entender que a alguien hara enfadar. Pero ese no es el problema, el problema es si el caso es el segundo! Pues es algo bastante mas grave y le sugiero, de buena gana y a manera de consejo que una persona le da a un amigo, que tenga mas cuidado con lo que escribe, pues si el caso es que usted no se sabe expresar bien, yo podría comentar cosas como la siguiente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"N&lt;span id="ctl00_Contenedor_lbContenido" class="TextoNoticias"&gt;o se si un periodista que no se digne en expresarse bien merezca trabajar para una cadena tan importante como ESPN"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No tome esto como un insulto, mi intencion no es esa; primero no es de caballeros, segundo no gano nada con ello y tercero mi intencion no es crear polemica. Tomelo como una muestra de lo que la gente podria opinar tomando en cuenta su argumento de "Lo que quise decir fue..."; y tome el resto de esta carta como una manera de ver, con otros ojos y de una posicion distinta, lo que su comentario significo para muchos venezolanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para terminar me despido como lo haria una persona a quien admiro mucho: Buenas noches a todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-715805170690133731?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/715805170690133731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=715805170690133731&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/715805170690133731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/715805170690133731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2011/07/carta-abierta-al-senor-faitelson.html' title='Carta Abierta al Señor Faitelson'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-470572489167723652</id><published>2011-03-29T17:31:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:38:47.244-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday...</title><content type='html'>... I found out several tings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.- That movie will always rock no matter how many times I see it.&lt;br /&gt;2.- I was right, we should have watched that.&lt;br /&gt;3.- I'm more scared than what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;4.- I'm not the only one who thinks you should shut the fuck up and listen.&lt;br /&gt;5.- You rock harder that I thought.&lt;br /&gt;6.- Honey was right.&lt;br /&gt;7.- It's true that the things you regret the most it's what you didn't do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-470572489167723652?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/470572489167723652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=470572489167723652&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/470572489167723652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/470572489167723652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2011/03/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday...'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-6423897689001130705</id><published>2011-03-11T11:09:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2011-03-11T13:52:05.589-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nakama'/><title type='text'>Great Advice</title><content type='html'>I've written a &lt;a href="http://aodhide.blogspot.com/search/label/Nakama"&gt;couple of posts&lt;/a&gt; like this before, but this is named different for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;There's this girl I met some time ago. She was always at one of my friend birthday parties or something like that. I never really got in touch with her or anything, but then, that same friend, brought her home one night to play RPGs with us and I got to know her better. Turns out that she is one of the most wonderful human beings I've ever met, and I grew very fond of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not seen her for a year now, I don't know why because it's not like we live in different towns or something, but last Xmast I was feeling really bad. One day (new year's eve I think) I came down from room made some 3 or 4 tweets because I really needed to let out some steam and she wrote like 5 minutes later. We had a talk and she gave me the best advice I've gotten in my life, she said "give yourself a break". I don't think she has any idea how much that meant to me, specially coming from her. I mean, she's not my closest friend, she's not the one I hang with all the time, but she seems to care more than most people that see me on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit ironic that me being so good with word find it so hard to talk about this kind of stuff face to face, or even on the phone. I guess I don't like being exposed much, but this right here is my way of saying thank you. Thank you for saving me from myself, because who knows what might have happened is you hadn't told me that. Thank you for being there Freckles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-6423897689001130705?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/6423897689001130705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=6423897689001130705&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/6423897689001130705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/6423897689001130705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2011/03/great-advice.html' title='Great Advice'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-7654654704866334123</id><published>2011-02-23T22:26:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2011-02-23T22:54:06.633-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That Piss Me'/><title type='text'>That Pissed me Off, Part XIII</title><content type='html'>Hello children, it's been some time since I last wrote one of this post, but the thing is that I've been trying to live a more tolerant life. Well no, not more tolerant, but more "complain free". But there is this thing that's been bothering me for a while, and I've tried to leave it alone - believe me - but I can't hold it anymore. Twilight really really pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Vampires monsters dammed by God to not see the light of the day, to draw nourishment only from blood and to live forever, to see the world change and not being able to really change themselves, to watch everything and everyone they love die and crumble to dust. These are the children of the night, but not emo or goth like, no no... Real spawns of darkness because, unlike emos and goths, they WERE cast out from the light! Vampires are the stuff of nightmare, like Dracula or Orlok (whom is pretty much Dracula himself) not EMPTY, PLASTIC, SPARKLY AND STUPID SEX SYMBOLS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-7654654704866334123?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/7654654704866334123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=7654654704866334123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/7654654704866334123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/7654654704866334123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2011/02/that-pissed-me-off-part-xiii.html' title='That Pissed me Off, Part XIII'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-1272393105005386115</id><published>2011-02-11T15:19:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2011-02-11T16:41:50.671-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>I am disappointed at many things in life, but as Dross Rotzank said in his most recent video this is a generation where style is more valuable that actual worth, and that is what this post is about. People would rather see a movie with neat special effects than a good movie, let me set an example with 2 movies of the same trilogy: The Matrix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first film we have an awesome sci-fi/action movie with a nice cast of characters, the action sequences are very good, direction was good, plot and theme were both deep and well written and on top of all that we have state of the art technology when it came to special effects. I'm talking about shit that was never seen before. Then you have Matrix Reloaded and Revolutions. At the time I enjoyed the movies, and I still do, but you have to take into consideration that of the elements mentioned before only the cast remains, and that is a case of debate because as the trilogy developed it drifted away from character development and went straight for the action sequences. And while I really enjoy one or two scenes, most of them are just plain tacky... like the fight of Neo vs a gazillion Smiths. And there a people that say that Revolutions and Reloaded are far better movies than the first. Why? Style is more valuable that actual worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true. I'm not making this up. I've been a target of this mediocre way of thinking that people assume more and more everyday. I've found myself bringing movies that are actual masterworks (not because I say so, but because people that know more about the art than I do, people that could appreciate a movie way better than what I can, people that went to school for that agree with me) to a friend's house and, when the time to select what movie should we watch, my options have been rejected EVERY TIME. I'd be ok with that if instead of watching a good movie we'd watch a GREAT movie... but no. Style over actual worth people, so they (not me, never me) went for Alvin and the Chipmunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I've been wrong about God all this time... That Alvin and the Chipmunks thing right there is proof of God's existence and the fact that he finds it really amusing to piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Style over actual worth people. That is why now we have bands that make crappy songs and it's ok as long as they look good, and it's not just in the music that I like, metal have the least problems I think. Look at pop or Hip Hop. Movies... Well, just take Terminator for example, 2 great movies (84 and 91) then that blasphemous piece of crap that came out in 2003 and, while I think it's a good movie, Terminator Salvation is nowhere near the first two. In these days a horror movie is about make a monster look as fake as a 3 dollar bill using a computer and then make it appear all of the sudden out of nowhere. Back in the day where actual worth was still valuable we had movies like The Shining, The Exorcist and Rosemary's Baby. You know that the condensed breath in the scenes where people is inside the little kid's room is real, right? They didn't have the technology to add it up using computers... THAT'S awesome, not some fake looking monsters like we see in Resident Evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is wrong with brains? It's as if they're getting smaller every passing day. I'm not saying go to your local video store, rent all the copies of Alvin and the Chipmunks and burn them, no. If you like that movie cool! My favorite movie of all times is the Lion King (Scar, Mufasa, Timon and Pumba are 4 of THE best characters ever! And it's Hamlet for kids), but one thing is liking one movie and another thing is saying "Matrix Revolutions is the best of the trilogy", that's just style over actual worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are one of the rare people that think like me, there here are a couple of movies I recommend: Old Boy (2003 Korean film), The Crow (1994), Blade Runner (1982), Event Horizon (1997), Interview with the Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles (1994), Equilibrium (2002), Princes Mononoke (Original title: Mononoke-Hime, 1997 Japanese Animation), Spirited Away (Orinial title: Sen to Chihiro no Kamikakushi, 2001 Japanese animation), Akira (1988 Japanese animation) and Grave of the Fireflies (Orinial title: Hotaru no Haka, 1988 Japanse animation) to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for today. Hope you all like what I wrote, if you did please comment and if you didn't please leave your comment too. this is not a dictatorship and you're entitled to your opinion. Keep on rocking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-1272393105005386115?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/1272393105005386115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=1272393105005386115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1272393105005386115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1272393105005386115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2011/02/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-3025833725315379187</id><published>2011-01-28T06:01:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2011-01-28T06:24:15.943-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Annoying</title><content type='html'>I really dislike it when my mother makes someone else's deal HER deal. Lemme explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know I suffer from allergies to the most common things. It's not a serious thing, but it can get ugly from time to time. One of the things that causes my allergies it's actually the damn AC, which works on the entire house. When I'm cold my nose just doesn't work, I start sneezing and and can't breathe well... It's shitty actually, sometimes I can't sleep at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I woke up at 4am or so with a damn allergy attack, I just couldn't sleep, so at about 5am I got up and went to make breakfast. My mom found me in the kitchen and asked me what was I doing up so early. I told her. She asked me why didn't I turn the AC off, like I said before, if I turn it off I'd be turning it off for everyone, not just for me and I have done so in the past; every time my father said "If you're cold don't turn the AC off or else I'll get hot". He even said that the time I had a fever and was really cold. I felt terrible, so I turned off, and that it's the kind of response I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well me being, like we say here in my country, "un macho cavernario, legionario y polla gorda", which means more or less a pretty hardcore guy, I can take it. I endure silently. But when I told my mom that today she said "You're so annoying".... Me?! Why? You're the one that asked, I'm wasn't saying shit nor was I gonna say shit... My plan was to endure silently as usual but you poked your nose in the matter. If anyone's annoying YOU'RE  IT, barging into other people business all the time, so fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, here's a bit of advice; you don't like being annoyed? Then step off everyone's neck lady! And if you're not gonna step off then be silent when you get annoyed because you brought it upon yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-3025833725315379187?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/3025833725315379187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=3025833725315379187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/3025833725315379187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/3025833725315379187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2011/01/annoying.html' title='Annoying'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-8838535816086211984</id><published>2011-01-03T23:39:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2011-01-04T00:08:24.415-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Bog Hag</title><content type='html'>You might not know this, but I'm into Role Playing Games.&lt;br /&gt;It all began in 2001 when I went to a tournament to play for the first time. I ended up going to a place near home to play with this dude that taught me everything he knew. Some say I'm a better game master than him, I don't think so but that is not the point. The point is that there is one game in particular that I like to play: The Legend of the Five Rings. It's based on The Book of Five Ring by Miyamoto Musashi, and it has a feudal Japanese setting.&lt;br /&gt;I've been running games of L5R for some 5 years, maybe 6, and there is this creature that I really like: the Bog Hag. This creature, this hag, lives in bogs and swamps, hence the name, and it makes Count Orlok looks like the most beautiful creature alive. "Why dude?", "Why do you like this Bog Hag so much" you ask? Because of what it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bog Hag kills it's prey and then very carefully removes the skin from the corpse. Why? So it can wear it. It then goes into human civilization "dressed" as it's prey. Let's say it kills a maid, it goes and serves the maid's master, then one night silently kills the master and wear his skin from then on. Later meets with it's second prey's Lord, a member of the samurai caste, and now it has a samurai skin and so on and so forth and next thing you know you have an impostor as the governor of a city. When you deal with a Bog Hag you can't trust anyone because you don't know for sure who the hag really is or whose skin it is wearing. You can run a very interesting game full of intrigue with an adversary like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all can see this is not useful information, this is not a complain, this is not the story of the time I used a Bog Hag on one of my games. Why am I telling you all this? I know one, oh yes I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-8838535816086211984?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/8838535816086211984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=8838535816086211984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/8838535816086211984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/8838535816086211984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2011/01/bog-hag.html' title='Bog Hag'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-4094380415421070490</id><published>2011-01-01T22:20:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:33:07.151-04:30</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Believe It</title><content type='html'>I just posted how I wanted this year to be different from the last one, but it is too much to ask apparently.&lt;br /&gt;First day of the year and I already got pissed, first day of the year and the lack of respect in this fucking house has managed it's most fucked up maneuver yet! Why? Why does it has to be like this? Why? What have I done wrong? I don't expect to be swimming in a pool of money with girls begging to be with me and the world at my feet, I just want to be left alone. That's it, plain and simple. But it would seem that it is too much to ask to be respected, it's too much too ask to be taken into consideration, it is too much to ask to be treated right and fairly; because if destiny is already written the the one that took care of mine wrote it with one hand and with the other he masturbated furiously while thinking about dead babies!!&lt;br /&gt;Well if you're not gonna respect me then you will fear me, if you're not gonna take me into consideration then to me you're shit and if you're not gonna treat me right and fairly then I will treat you exactly for what you are: SHIT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-4094380415421070490?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/4094380415421070490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=4094380415421070490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/4094380415421070490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/4094380415421070490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-cant-believe-it.html' title='I Can&apos;t Believe It'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-6275203880928929822</id><published>2011-01-01T21:20:00.003-04:30</published><updated>2011-01-01T21:23:53.773-04:30</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>2010 literally sucked for me, there is not one single good thing to talk about. Not one!&lt;br /&gt;I just hope 2011 be a very awesome year for everybody, full of nice beautiful moments and accomplished goals. For me?  I just want 2011 to go easy on me, I don't ask for much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours:&lt;br /&gt;Heavy Metal Guaji&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-6275203880928929822?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/6275203880928929822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=6275203880928929822&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/6275203880928929822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/6275203880928929822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-1460510919957992372</id><published>2010-12-23T15:04:00.005-04:30</published><updated>2010-12-24T15:10:10.532-04:30</updated><title type='text'>On the noon before Xmast...</title><content type='html'>Recently I've had a lot of complains about me, well more than complains they're like comments headed my way. The thing is that with Christmas coming they are getting more frequently. Why? Because people asks why I don't celebrate Christmas when the answer should be obvious. It is a Christian celebration and I do not count myself as a Christian. It's ok that they ask stuff, I'm pretty curious myself but them problem is they start a mess every time I say I'm not a Christian. I mean, it's not a crime not to be one, why can you accept that people CAN think differently?&lt;br /&gt;I think differently, I dislike that religion and pretty much every other religion that there is. I do not dislike faith, mankind needs to believe in something to go on, but since it is very profitable, or has been very profitable over the course of history, this or that guy have changed religions... They made them into churches, and that is what I'm against: institutions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what have the Christian Church done to piss me off? I'll tell you; or better yet, I'll ask you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many died by the sword on the crusades, killing AND dying in the name of God?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many mothers and babies were burnt in the stake just because the kid  was born with a deformity and were BOTH considered possessed by demons?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many "witches" were burnt? How many were tortured to death during the inquisition?! Remember the "Maellus Maleficarum"?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember just how many died in Jerusalem during the 1st crusade? By  early June 1099 Jerusalem’s population had declined from 70,000 to less  than 30,000.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was it not the Church, under the lead of Leo the Great, that purged the Priscillianists?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who wrote "Hence today I believe that I am acting in accordance with the  will of the Almighty Creator: by defending myself against the Jew, I am  fighting for the work of the Lord"? I'll answer this one: it was Hitler  (Mein Kampf Volume 1, Chapter 2)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you say "Well that's in the past! The Church doesn't do that anymore!", and I say it's because the people OPENED THEIR DAMN EYES!!! Because The Church still has absurd and outdated tendencies and ideals. We still get mobs of simple minded people, only the signs now read "God Hate Fags" instead of "God Hate Witches" and deny science! But mankind have grown up, and they realized that giving so much power to these people is wrong and now we have presidents and governors and stuff SEPARATED from The Church; although the politics in my country are as bad as those guys from the Inquisition.... Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I said "pretty much every other religion that there is", so let's talk a little about that:&lt;br /&gt;- Rabbi Yitzchak Ginzburg is know for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having offered biblical justification for the view that the spilling of  non-Jewish blood was a lesser offense than the spilling of Jewish blood.  "Any trial based on the assumption that Jews and goyim are equal is a  total travesty of justice", he said &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In his writings, Ginzburg gives prominence to Halachic and kabbalistic  approaches that emphasize the distinction between Jew and non-Jew  (Gentile), imposing a clear separation and hierarchy in this respect. He  claims that while the Jews are the Chosen People and were created in  God's image, the Gentiles do not have this status.... Ginzburg stated  that, on the theoretical level, if a Jew requires a liver transplant to  survive, it would be permissible to seize a Gentile and take their liver  forcefully. From this point only a small further step is required to  actively encourage and support the killing of non-Jews, as Ginzburg did  in the case of Goldstein.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;- Rabbi Ovadia Yosef is know for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Following Huricane Katrina: "There was a tsunami and there are terrible natural disasters, because there isn’t enough  Torah study... Black people reside there [New Orleans]. Blacks will  study the Torah? [God said], Let’s bring a tsunami and drown them...  Hundreds of thousands remained homeless. Tens of thousands have been  killed. All of this because they have no God... Bush was behind the  [expulsion of] Gush Katif, he encouraged Sharon to expel Gush Katif...  We had 15,000 people expelled here [in Israel], and there [in America]  150,000 [were expelled]. It was God’s retribution... God does not short-change anyone."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In an October 2010 sermon, Yosef stated that "The sole purpose of  non-Jews is to serve Jews". He said that Gentiles served a divine  purpose: "Why are Gentiles needed? They will work, they will plow, they  will reap. We will sit like an effendi and eat. That is why Gentiles  were created." "Gentiles were born only to serve us. Without that, they have no place in the world – only to serve the People of Israel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;- And as for the Musulims:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Koran say: "&lt;span id="verse_1240_language_6_content"&gt;And  when  the  sacred  months   have  passed,  then  kill  the  polytheists  wherever  you  find them   and  capture  them  and  besiege  them  and  sit  in  wait  for  them   at  every  place  of ambush.". It also say not to take friends those that "have received the scriptures before you", meaning Christians and Jews. Then you wonder where religious people get their radical and intolerant ideas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="verse_1240_language_6_content"&gt;July 19 2005, Mashad (Iran). Two dudes were publicly executed. They were being charged of being homosexuals. They were 17 and 19 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="verse_1240_language_6_content"&gt;And don't get me started on the Islamic laws. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So that's it for the three mayor religions in the world. I'm not gonna go into everyone because they're just so many! Recently I found out about the Pastafarianism and their Flying Spaghetti Monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people I leave this here. some sort of manual that will help you understand why I am not a Christian, why I don't celebrate Christmas. I'm not a Christian, not because I am driven by the devil, or the gods of Heavy Metal command me... No, it is a personal choice, a choice that one can make if one so chooses! And you know what? I used to be a Christian, I am baptized and all! Why did I change? Here's some huge irony... You believe in God, God gave us free will, then why can't I fucking choose to not like God? If he doesn't like it, that's his problem! If he wanted ALL of us to follow him, then why did he gave us free will?&lt;br /&gt;Do not let yourself be deceived by religion people. If you want to believe, go ahead, I'm not saying it's wrong, but if you indeed have free will then stop behaving a certain way just because a guy in a throne or some book tell you to. Do things because you want to, because you think it's right. Don't cheat on your wife/husband, not because the bible says but because it is just fucking wrong and that's it. If you like religions fine, I just ask one thing: Leave me and my believes alone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-1460510919957992372?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/1460510919957992372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=1460510919957992372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1460510919957992372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1460510919957992372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-noon-before-xmast.html' title='On the noon before Xmast...'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-595657948582783890</id><published>2010-12-15T19:38:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2010-12-15T20:19:23.507-04:30</updated><title type='text'>The Bad Guy?</title><content type='html'>Let's play a game, it's called "The Bad Guy". I'll ask some questions and you'll get points if you get the right answers.&lt;br /&gt;Since there's no price I think we'll be playing just for fun. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one:&lt;br /&gt;The other day some friends and I got together to play RPGs, but turns out that half the people didn't come, so the half that DID come and I just sat down and talk over a few beers. I had wine.&lt;br /&gt;Around midnight we got hungry, and since one of my friends is a chef he cooked Thai food for dinner. Since my mom is a freak when it comes to tidiness and stuff (she sometimes acts like Monica from "friends"), we cleaned up our shit but we didn't placed all the pots and pans in place, but we DID dried them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day my brother brought friends home. At about 5am he had woken up everyone in the house, we got a call from security had called saying that several neighbors had complained about the loud music that was playing. When they finally left the house it was a fucking mess (bottles, garbage, puke in the bathrooms and stuff like that), and my brother, being drunk, just went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of this two scenarios, who do you think got yelled at? If you said ME then you're right. According to my parents I was supposed to place the pots and pans in the drawers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one:&lt;br /&gt;The other day (actually the week after) I got together and this time everyone came. After we were done playing I got in my car and went to grab a bite to eat with some of the people that were home and then I went to a friend's house. He just graduated and I wanted to congratulate him and there's this friends from out of town that was also there. I got home, I don't know, at about 4am maybe? When I got home I took my time to clean up the mess we left when we were playing earlier that day. Every thing in it's place, I cleaned the table, put every ornament/decoration (my mom puts a lot of those in xmast) back where it was and finally I went to bed. I forgot to bring my RPG book and dice with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we live (the 3th world) we don't get water everyday but every other day if we're lucky. So everyone builds a tank to store water, we have one of those, the thing is, remember when I said that we got water every other day if we're lucky? Well I was talking about the town in general, because in my house it NEVER comes. We have to buy it from people that drive trucks filled with it. Right now, to fill up our tank we pay 200Bs (that's about 50 American dollars) and we have to do it twice a week. So the other day my brother decided to get one of those kiddie pools and fill it up so he could have a sexy night with a lady friend. He wasted half our tank and wouldn't let anyone sleep with the noise and on top of that his girlfriend (Yes, he was cheating on her) kept calling the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who got yelled at this time? If you said my brother, then you're wrong. I was supposed to take the book and dice to my room with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my fellow bloggers, I think you got the picture already. If not, allow me to explain.&lt;br /&gt;I opened this blog a long time ago because I needed to complain, I needed to let out some steam. Call me an angry person (who isn't), call me a guy with issues (who is free of those?), call me what you want (exceptions: chavista, reggeatonero, emo, Christian, communist and lier) but the truth is: I NEED TO COMPLAIN. That is who I am, I see something wrong and I complain about it, and if you take the time to check my blog you'll see that I not only complain about my brother or about things that happen to me; I complain about everything I see that I don't like, and this post is a way of pushing a "re-start" button for the blog, because I've kept it in oblivion far too long. I hope you enjoy this. Good fight, good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD: I see that I have new followers, and that I have a comment from someone I don't know! That is a first for this blog. I want to thank you all even if you don't come back again, just for taking your time to read at least one entry; and if you DO come back, well, like I said, I'll try and keep things running from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-595657948582783890?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/595657948582783890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=595657948582783890&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/595657948582783890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/595657948582783890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2010/12/bad-guy.html' title='The Bad Guy?'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-6419397185273220774</id><published>2010-11-03T20:58:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2010-11-03T21:01:05.947-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>I have been forced to make a decision that I don't want to take. I'm gonna have to ask something of my father. I don't want to have to feel like I owe him anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care. I have to not care. I have to... I must learn not to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-6419397185273220774?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/6419397185273220774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=6419397185273220774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/6419397185273220774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/6419397185273220774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2010/11/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-1978018509305185430</id><published>2010-10-31T20:35:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2010-11-03T20:58:32.131-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>A long time ago I made myself a question, and that question was: Why do I even bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I've lived all my life with a simple but strict code of conduct. I've tried to be the better man, always... Where has that led me? Well... Someone please answer. It wasn't a rhetorical question, I was actually asking you.&lt;br /&gt;Back then the world was a very different place for me, I had RPGs, music, nakamas, rage, a jar of paint and crimson red lips. Back then I thought myself the better man. Recently I've been led to believe that perhaps I was mistaken. I've given out so much, to my friends, to my family, to people I don't even know; and what have I gotten in return? I have endured, sometimes silently, other rather loudly, so much, just for the sake of living in peace, and for what? I have tried to be a decent man in an indecent world and I have accomplished nothing. I have tried to be a pleasant man, and I have learned that the only way to life this life is the pirate way: take all what you can, give nothing back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then I had an answer for my question... Today I have shit.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I even bother? Why should I even try? I can't think of anything. Things have changed, they're not what they used to be, but that's not what bothers me. What bothers me, what fills me with emptiness, is the fact that there is nothing left for me; so why bother? I bet it all, I went all in, and I lost. I was wrong. I was living a dream. Sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-1978018509305185430?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/1978018509305185430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=1978018509305185430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1978018509305185430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1978018509305185430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2010/10/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-8894803661703242474</id><published>2010-04-14T22:32:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:55:50.434-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Legend of the 5 Rings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rokugan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Times'/><title type='text'>Interesting Times - Chapter 5: The Missing Piece</title><content type='html'>Iuchi Li-Hsu was an impish, skinny and wild looking young lady, who refuses to wear fancy  women's kimonos and rather go around with bared arms. Thus she was considered a barbarian, something the members of the Unicorn Clan were all used to, but, to her dishonor, she was now and then confused with a prostitute by those without the knowledge of heraldry and samurai insignia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rode her gaijin steed a fast as she could, only stopping to rest when absolutely necessary, galloping hard to reach the Ojatara Valleys to meet with Isawa Hideyori, another member of her team of Magistrates. But also in Ojatara waited Shosuro Naoko, her half-sister and the only person in the world whose approval Li-Hsu desired. She needed to get to her destination as fast as possible, the information she carried with her was of the direst importance to Hideyori, her sister and everyone else in her team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago she had met with Isawa Hideyori in Kyden Ashinagabachi. He has requested of her, to go to Kyuden Hida and meet with certain people and ask about a young Phoenix woman called Asako Shiori. Shiori, and a Scorpion named Bayushi Bijomaru, had met with someone there, and just weeks later Bijomaru had gone missing and just recently Shiori had killed herself with taint in her veins. Li-Hsu was determined to find out what had happened... What she found was a secret kept by the Kuni Witch Hunters for half a decade.&lt;br /&gt;50 years ago Kyuden Hida had been plagued by deceit, politics and passionate revenge when, in winter court, it suffered an attack by Doji Nashiko, The Demon Bride of Fu-Leng, an enemy far more cunning, evil and just immensely powerful than anything Kyuden Hida had faced before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was stopped, however, by brave samurai that gave their own lives to protect Rokugan. And what was the price paid? Hida Kisada himself demanded that the named of those heroes be struck from history, so that future generation never knew of what had happened in winter court. Their bodies were cremated and put to rest in a secret tomb not far from Kyden Hida...&lt;br /&gt;Now, after 50 years, someone had found and defiled that tomb and left a message written in blood on the walls... As soon as she read that, she ran to the cave entrance, got on her horse and rushed to The Castle of the Emerald Champion.&lt;br /&gt;She had to warn her team.&lt;br /&gt;She had to warn her half-sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Author's Note:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://l5r.wikia.com/wiki/Gaijin"&gt;Gaijin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://l5r.wikia.com/wiki/Witch_Hunter"&gt;Kuni With Hunters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://l5r.wikia.com/wiki/Kyuden_Hida"&gt;Kyuden Hida&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://l5r.wikia.com/wiki/Hida_Kisada"&gt;Hida Kisada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-8894803661703242474?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/8894803661703242474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=8894803661703242474&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/8894803661703242474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/8894803661703242474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2010/04/interesting-times-chapter-5-missing.html' title='Interesting Times - Chapter 5: The Missing Piece'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-1059399661409258996</id><published>2010-04-07T23:13:00.008-04:30</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:55:24.538-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Legend of the 5 Rings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rokugan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Times'/><title type='text'>Interesting Times - Chapter 4: Revelations II</title><content type='html'>3 weeks have passed since Asako Shiori had the vision in which she killed Bayushi Bijomaru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moto Yoshihiro, an expert horse rider from the Unicorn Clan, was now 27 years old, ten years older than what he was when he participated in the Tournament of The Topaz Champion. He was sent to Kyuden Ashinagabachi, the palace of the Tsuruchi family of the Mantis Clan. The finest archers in all of Rokugan and some of the best magistrates were trained in this lands; his orders came from his superior, Doji Himeko, and it was a simple task: Gather Isawa Hideyori, a powerful shugenja of the Phoenix Clan who had recently joined the ranks of the Asako Inquisitors, and Shiba Shinamori, his Yojimbo, and return to the castle of the Emerald Champion with them.&lt;br /&gt;Yoshihiro met the people he was sent to gather at the aforementioned Tournament where they also met Bayushi Bijomaru and other individuals with whom they had work in the past 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moto Yoshihiro met with Isawa Hideyori, not in his residence, but in the residence of another contestant from 10 years ago, Tsuruchi Kanjiro. However, Yoshihiro didn't just come inside a residence, it was a crime scene. He found Isawa wounded but alive, unlike Shiba Shinamori - he had been thrown like a thing in the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinamori had his chest pierced by two arrows and had wounds that seem made by a clawed beast while Hideyori, whose arm was cut deep, was giving orders to a male servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Isawa-san, what have happened here?"&lt;/span&gt;. The answer was simple &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Go into next room, Moto-san, and you will see"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did as he was told. When he walk into what was an ordinary room like any other in Rokugan he saw the body of a man, sitting in the floor with his back against a wall, his left hand a bit disfigured as his fingers did not end in nails but in black claws... the man was most burnt and a wakizashi had been trusted into his chest. From the wound blood as black as night still poured down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In awe Yoshihiro turned to his friend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What is this? Seem like this room belongs not here but in Jigoku! Who is that man lying there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"That my friend..."&lt;/span&gt; said Hideyori &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" ...would be Tsuruchi Kanjiro, you remember him right? Doji-Sama sent me here to track down a rumor about workers of Maho, turns out that our old friend was it. When Shiba-San and I confronted him he fought, he killed my yojimbo and he nearly kills me. I pinned him down with my wakizashi, which was all that kept me free from taint, and then burned him where he stood. I've healed myself and I've already made arrangements to have him and Shiba-san cremated before sunset"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This is madness, I knew this man, I would have never suspected that he worked maho"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The shugenja smiled and said&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "You're a bushi friend, a good one, and a good samurai too, but some busyness are better left in the hands of other people"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Meaning?"&lt;/span&gt; Said Yoshihiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Meaning, friend, that you clearly outmatch my skill with the sword, but when it comes to gathering info... I have a little help from the kami"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was silence for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Phoenix spoke &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"There was another death, besides Shiba-san and Tsuruchi Kanjiro, another one of my clan died. Asako Shiori, remember her?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eyes of Yoshihiro widened &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes, she was barely 20 winters"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"She was also an Inquisitor, it appears that she got the taint from Tsuruchi Kanjoro. She took her own life this morning, yet her body looks as if it had been decomposing for weeks. What foul things can the taint cause on a human body"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The horseman came close to the Phoenix &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It is most unfortunate, Isawa-San, however we must return at once to the castle of The Emerald Champion, Doji Himeko-Sama has sent me to summon you... It's a shame that Shiba-San wont be joining us"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The shugenja looked in the eyes of the one sent to summon him, that look made Yoshihiro uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is there something wrong, Isawa-San"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tsuruchi Kanjiro said something that puzzles me, he didn't called me or Shiba-San by our names"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What do you mean"&lt;/span&gt; Asked the Unicorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He called us Isawa Hoken and Matsu Kei"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The ravings of a madman perhaps?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Perhaps, but I shall look into it later"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://l5r.wikia.com/wiki/Asako_Inquisitor"&gt;Asako Inquisitors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://l5r.wikia.com/wiki/Topaz_Championship"&gt;Tournament of The Topaz Champion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://l5r.wikia.com/wiki/Emerald_Champion"&gt;Emerald Champion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-1059399661409258996?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/1059399661409258996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=1059399661409258996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1059399661409258996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1059399661409258996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2010/04/interesting-times-chapter-4-revelations.html' title='Interesting Times - Chapter 4: Revelations II'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-511279425709238247</id><published>2010-03-23T23:48:00.000-04:30</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:49:18.922-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Legend of the 5 Rings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rokugan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Times'/><title type='text'>Interesting Times - Chapter 3: Revelations I</title><content type='html'>It had been days since Shiori had that dream in which she killed her  host. She had left Kyuden Toketsu on her way to Kyuden Hida some days  ago and Bijomaru insisted on traveling with her claiming that he knew  someone in Kyden Hida that might help on her research - It seemed  suspicious, but perhaps he could actually help, in fact, he had been of  great help with Tenkai's poisoning so maybe, just maybe, he was being  sincere. In truth Bijomaru was actually trying to gain some favors with  her and take credit for any discovery she might make, those were his  ways, but nothing he could do would make Shiori disgusted enough as to  send him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in Kyuden Hida, she knew she was on the right  track when she found herself surrounded by walls made of stone bricks  and wooden doors, for those exact same things she had seen in her first  vision. For Shiori time went by like the wind when she was reading  scrolls and, after 3 days of reading she decided to go for a walk and  clear her mind. Her investigations had revealed nothing, her trip was  for naught. She felt frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bijomaru saw her and walked to  her. He knew how to read people and how to take advantage of them -  seeing her frustration he thought the time was right to stung her, not  with his tail but with something deadlier still: his tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am not skilled in poetry milady, but,  were I skilled in it, I'd sure dedicate a haiku to you right now"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why would you trouble yourself to  that point for someone you barely know? I hope you're not courting me  Bayushi-San"&lt;/span&gt; said Shiori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nothing  of the sort milady, I just thought I might cheer you up. You might not  have found anything yet, but I can assure you will find a clue when you  least expect it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiori eyed Bijomaru for a moment and said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I must apologize to you Bayushi-San. All I  do is question your motives"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Bijomaru gave the slightest of  bows to Shiori &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My reputation precedes  me, however, as a token of my good will, I have set up a meeting with  someone you might like to a have a little talk to. You see I know  someone that owes me a favor, this man, Tsuruchi Kanjiro is the  descendant of someone in the Crab Clan that might shed light in your  investigation... You must know that all of the Clans have it's secrets,  but secrets can be bought"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiori didn't approved of  Bijomaru's ways, however she believed that this secrets might help save  the lives of thousands, and so she bowed to Bijomaru and said 4 words  that, in the presence of Bijomaru, she had learned to say repeatedly... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'd be honored to"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-511279425709238247?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/511279425709238247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=511279425709238247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/511279425709238247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/511279425709238247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2010/03/interesting-times-chapter-3-revelations.html' title='Interesting Times - Chapter 3: Revelations I'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-6754909155849116930</id><published>2010-01-29T02:49:00.003-04:30</published><updated>2010-02-08T15:21:41.098-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Vienna, during The Week of Nightmares</title><content type='html'>Vienna. 1999. 2 minutes to midnight.&lt;br /&gt;The man have been sitting there in the same bench since sundown, thinking.&lt;br /&gt;This man is one who's been battling for his entire life, and his unlife had been no different. the first thing he did as one of the damned was claw his way out of a coffin and 6 feet of dirt driven by the hunger he, and all of his kind, always felt. Tonight he fought another battle, although this one was not gonna leave any scars, at least not on his skin.&lt;br /&gt;His mind went back and fort in time recalling memories of days long gone by and some other more recent, he thought of himself and his sire. He loathed that man, the only thing that gave purpose to his existence was the need he felt to kill him, Andrea di Montisello, the Cainite that created him.&lt;br /&gt;The last time he saw his sire was the night he betrayed him. He could remember that night in Marseilles. That night Andrea di Montisello had performed the Amaranth.&lt;br /&gt;Marko asked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why have you drained him? They will hunt you now! And this man was your friend, he saved your ass more than once, you've said so yourself!!"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The answer was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why? You of all people should know Marko... Gehenna is comming and I DO NOT want to be the meal of someone more powerful than me. The time will come when you'll have to the same: it's eat or be eaten! You ask me why I did this? It's because of who we are... We are monsters!".&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He never saw him again, and he's been hunting him since.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mind kept wondering.&lt;br /&gt;More recently he stood in a plaza in Vienna looking at a girl whose type would be considered EMO years later. The woman, Paula, was depressed to her very core, her mind was set on ending her existence - she also was one of the damned. Just a couple of hours before Marko gave her a lesson on who she was. He had stolen a child from the arms of his mother and gave him to Paula, put a gun to her head and said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Drink Paula"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After a few seconds of hesitation, she drank a little. He said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"That's not what I meant, suck him dry. Feed. You too must feel the hunger".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I wont do it Marko, he's just a kid, I refuse to!"&lt;/span&gt; Said her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"FEED DAMN IT!! I know you work on the hospital so you can feed on the terminal patients, but that is not who we are! 'The merciful death' huh? Just like Louis... Let me let you in a little secret you pathetic waste of meat, we're Vampires, we're the damned! There's no good in our souls, we are monsters!"&lt;/span&gt; He made emphasis on those last 3 words, as if trying to get her to understand.&lt;br /&gt;His words drew Paula into a rage, controlled by the beast within her she slaughtered the boy in her frenzy while Marko laughed as he saw what was left of her humanity slip through her fingers like that child's blood.&lt;br /&gt;"We are monsters".&lt;br /&gt;Andrea had told him that in Marseilles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he thought of a little girl. She was 8 years old, or so it seemed. She was Marko's new childe. He was forced to embrace her, there was still innocence in her. He thought of Andrea and realized he had become the same monster he had been trying to kill for such a long time. Rage almost took a hold on him, the park was full with people, his vision turned red, he began to lose it as the beast took over and then, then he thought of that little girl again. That thought made him calm down little by little until he was in full control once more.&lt;br /&gt;He was going to kill Andrea, yes, but he wasn't gonna let that girl endure the hardships of having a monster for a sire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got up and walked away thinking one last thing: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am not like you, you son a bitch, I'm not gonna die a monster"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitewolf.wikia.com/wiki/Week_of_Nightmares"&gt;The Week of Nightmares&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitewolf.wikia.com/wiki/Amaranth"&gt;Amaranth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louis_de_Pointe_du_Lac"&gt;Louis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-6754909155849116930?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/6754909155849116930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=6754909155849116930&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/6754909155849116930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/6754909155849116930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2010/01/vienna-during-week-of-nightmares.html' title='Vienna, during The Week of Nightmares'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-3923047383286989970</id><published>2010-01-24T00:44:00.005-04:30</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:46:47.825-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampire: The Masquerade'/><title type='text'>Checkmate</title><content type='html'>The man's shirt read "The Ed Hunter Tour" along with a setlist of songs.&lt;br /&gt;The man was on his knees and his flesh had been cut open several times by the claws of the ultimate predator, however he was not in danger of dying. Vampires don not bleed, they hardly feel pain at all, but this was different. His enemy was very much like him, and his blood could power the beast within to manifest in his body... These claws burned him, like only the sun and fire could burn his flesh.&lt;br /&gt;The man looked up as his assailant grabbed him by the neck and said "Any last words comrade?". His accent was definitively from Russia.&lt;br /&gt;The man said "Yes.... Checkmate comrade"&lt;br /&gt;The sound of a gunshot could be heard in the room as a woman dressed in red stood behind the Russian and blew his brains with a chromed Mark XIX Desert Eagle.&lt;br /&gt;Only a few people in the room had seen the woman in the room. Her blood could charm people's minds to ignore her until she draws attention to herself. She pushed the Russian aside with his feet, helped the man up and said "Are you ok Marko?"&lt;br /&gt;The man saw a little girl a few feet away from him stand up with nothing more than a couple of bruises and said "Never better"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-3923047383286989970?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/3923047383286989970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=3923047383286989970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/3923047383286989970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/3923047383286989970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2010/01/checkmate.html' title='Checkmate'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-4060016780720933055</id><published>2009-11-15T22:34:00.003-04:30</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:41:26.467-04:30</updated><title type='text'>__________________ (fill blank with title)</title><content type='html'>I really don't know what to say, I cant even come up with a decent title; I'm just gonna write about what I am and what I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurt&lt;br /&gt;I'm not surprised&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ok&lt;br /&gt;I'm unhappy&lt;br /&gt;I'm calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agh, there's no point in this, fuck it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-4060016780720933055?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/4060016780720933055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=4060016780720933055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/4060016780720933055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/4060016780720933055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2009/11/fill-blank-with-title.html' title='__________________ (fill blank with title)'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-6654613249659884221</id><published>2009-11-10T12:56:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:45:40.880-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Legend of the 5 Rings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rokugan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Times'/><title type='text'>Interesting Times - Chapter 2: Shadows from The Past</title><content type='html'>Asako Shiori opened her eyes and found herself in another unfamiliar place. This time her meditation had taken her to a dark place, a place underground. Alone in this cave Asako Shiori begun to walk aimlessly knowing that the Kami have sent her this vision for a reason. It was almost pitch black, she placed her hand against a wall, it was moist, and resumed her walk. She saw a light ahead, it seemed a like torchlight, so she quickened up her pace. After a few seconds it was bright enough to see her handmaid, Yuriko, lying on the floor with one hand pressed against her face, as if weeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiori came to her; she knew that she could not talk to Yuriko, however she wanted to find out why was it that Yuriko was crying. When she came close enough she realized it was because of the pain. The skin from her face had been peeled off, all of it, including the eyelids; in shock Shiori gave two steps back and stood there for a moment saw in awe how Yuriko's face lied on the floor next to her. Shiori, horrified, started walking towards the light again and on her way she found that her Yojimbo's corpse lied mutilated on the floor; it seemed as if Shiba Tenkai had been blow apart somehow. Shiori was now running, her heart pounding in fear and disgust, when she heard Bayushi Bijomaru's voice in the distance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Monster?! How is it that I am the monster when it was YOU who did this?"&lt;/span&gt;, there was anger in his voice.&lt;br /&gt;Then a second voice answered in a very relaxed tone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You and your friends did this to yourselves when you first met me 40 years ago"&lt;/span&gt;. It was a woman speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"40 years ago? What is that supposed to mean? First of all I'm not that old and you are barely 20 winters old!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that moment Asako Shiori came close enough to see Bijomaru; and saw him standing next to a woman of the Phoenix's Clan Asako family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am much older than that"&lt;/span&gt; said the woman as she lunged forward. Her speed was unbelievable and Bijomaru was not able to evade the blow; the woman's hand had pierced his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I've finally got my vengeance on you, and now it is time for me to go forth and kill again, Seppun Ichihiro"&lt;/span&gt; said the woman, removing her hand from Bijomaru's chest and, as he fell to the floor, Shiori could see clearly now the face of that woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes widened, and she let out a scream, when she was found face to face with herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asako Shiori opened her eyes again, and she was inside her room in Kyuden Toketsu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-6654613249659884221?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/6654613249659884221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=6654613249659884221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/6654613249659884221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/6654613249659884221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2009/11/interesting-times-chapter-2-shadows.html' title='Interesting Times - Chapter 2: Shadows from The Past'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-3175388862275019264</id><published>2009-11-09T13:43:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:33:00.694-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Legend of the 5 Rings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rokugan'/><title type='text'>Diaries, Part I</title><content type='html'>How to bring down a Gaijin barbarian, by Bayushi Dokusatsu.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It have fallen into my duties to see that a certain Moto meet his demise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Unicorn have their leaders in the Moto Family, and this family have 2 mayor characteristics and are well know by them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.- They are brash, hot headed people, even to Matsu standards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.- The Moto, more than any other family on the Unicorn Clan, have a reputation of being Gaijin Barbarians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you bring down the Unicorn? The same way you bring down everyone else: Through their flaws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My plans involve the use of Shinobi and my new friend: The Lady Doji. I need the Lady Doji to bring me a gift of &lt;i&gt;poruvora &lt;/i&gt;from the ranks of the Daidoji Iron Warriors, then the Shinobi will plant it inside the Gaijin fortress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This seems simple, but simple plans are the kind of plans that are simple to crack, so it will take a little more planing, a little more time and a little more action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finding a Shinobi friend would have been a little more difficult, however, my masters decided to provide me with one of my own. I made him play the part of an Emerald Magistrate and commandeer half of the ronin that I have captured in town and order them to attack a heimin village not far from here under the impression that the heimin are workers of Maho; their reward would be freedom AND payment. The next day my Shinobi servant will come to Kenson Jakka playing the part of an injured hemin escaping from the ronin that are slaughtering the heimin village. I then would take comand of the troops that serve under that barbarian and take them to the heimin village to make an attack on the ronin along with Akodo-Gunso, one of my companions. None is to be left alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now with the fortress empty my Shinobi friend will infiltrate it and plant the poruvora, while at the same time Isawa-San and Mirumoto-San, my other 2 companions, will, by my order, perform a search on the fortress acompanied by the rest of the ronin in Kenson Jakka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Isawa-San and Mirumoto-San find the poruvora with MY warrant order I will take all the credit and I will be able to take everyone down without the word "Gozoku" ever being spoken in public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Author's Note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.- Poruvora, or Gaijin Pepper, is gun powder; an illegal substance in Rokugan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.- Shinobi are NOT ninja, the work out of loyalty for the Clan, not money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.- Gunso is a military rank roughly equivalent of Sargent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.- Kenson Jakka (Humility Lesson) is the town in wich this story develops.&lt;br /&gt;5.- Gozoku is a criminal organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-3175388862275019264?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/3175388862275019264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=3175388862275019264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/3175388862275019264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/3175388862275019264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2009/11/diaries-part-i.html' title='Diaries, Part I'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-7614091284477006537</id><published>2009-08-25T13:32:00.003-04:30</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:39:16.086-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rokugan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Times'/><title type='text'>Interesting Times - Chapter 1: The Host</title><content type='html'>A Little north of the Kaiu Kabe, the Great Wall of the Crab Clan, stood a state that once belonged to a merchant named Yasuki Toketsu. Kyuden Toketsu became the home of many people following the death of the merchant some 400 years ago, but now it was a home to a very dangerous person that has made too many enemies for his short life.&lt;br /&gt;Bayushi Bijomaru, a member of the Scorpion clan and Topaz Champion on the year 1167, was sent there as a sort of punishment but also for protection. A lot of people sought retribution and he was not always clever enough to fool everyone; he was just a young scorpion, but avarice had led him to seek greater things with risks he was not prepared to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning he went to tend to his personal garden. No one was allowed to even speak of that place in Kyuden Kotetsu, only he could take care of his precious plants that were grown for "medicinal" purposes; and as he walked he saw a piece of paper laying in the wooden floor of the outdoor halls he walked to get to that place of secrecy. He picked up the piece of paper smiling under the veil he was wearing. Upon entering his private garden he opened the paper and it was blank, then he took a petal from a strange looking flower and rubbed it against the paper and, slowly, the message was revealed. In a writing style that he and very few others could understood were written very good news for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asako Shiori, a Shugenja of the Phoenix Clan, was coming to Kyuden Toketsu to conduct an investigation regarding Maho-Tsukai. He was not to be informed; however, the Scorpion Clan has it's ways. His guest would arrive Kyden Toketsu tomorrow, so he thought to himself -I've been stuck here far too long, time for me to break free of this place-. He smiled to himself, rose to his feet and went to his room; about and hour later he came back out,  still smiling and leaving piece of blank paper on the table of his writing kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning he sat to drink tea, waiting. Around noon on of his servants came in the room&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bayushi-sama there is a Lady of the Phoenix Clan's Asako family by the name Shiori that is requesting an audience with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interesting...&lt;/span&gt; - The sarcasm was unbelievable -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ... is she alone?&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, she has come with his Yojimbo and a handmaid. Apparently her Yojimbo is wounded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will go to them now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood up, changed his veil for a wooden menpo and went to his audience room to meet with these "unexpected" visitors. He opened the screen paper door and let everyone in the room see him enter, unusual for a Scorpion. He looked at his guest. the Lady Asako was young and beautiful, and so was her handmaid; flawless, he thought, but then he saw her Yojimbo and he was sweating profusely. Finally he spoke&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kami ARE wise after all. I thought my stay here was for nothing, but they have given me the change to aid the needy. My name is Bayushi Bijomaru, at your service&lt;/span&gt; - and he bowed to his guest&lt;br /&gt;The Lady Asako answered after bowing lower - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for receiving me, Bayushi-san, I am honored&lt;/span&gt; - Yes she was honored, but she was also disgusted - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My name is Asako Shiori; these people are my Yojimbo, Shiba Tenkai and my handmaid Asako Yuriko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am honored to meet you. Would you like some tea, Asako-san?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, thank you, there are more urgent matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perhaps your companions would like some...?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No thanks, and forgive my rudeness, but there really are more urgent matters to discus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a seat Bijomaru answered - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am all ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This morning on our way here we were attacked by some bandits. Tenkai-san protected us, but he has suffered wounds that are beyond my powers to restore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bijoumaru looked at Tenkai for a moment and said - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is most likely that he has been poisoned, many of the bandits in the area like to use such tactics on their victims, it is easier to fight an ill opponent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The growth and use of poison is illegal, do you haven any idea where they might be getting it?&lt;/span&gt; - said the Yojimbo&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am afraid not&lt;/span&gt; - replayed his host, smiling under his menpo.&lt;br /&gt;The lady Asako said to her Yojimbo - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We will deal with that later Tenkai-san, now we must make haste for Kyden Hida so they can treat you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asako-san, if I may&lt;/span&gt; - said Bijomaru - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kyuden Hida is far from here, Tenkai-san might not have that long, and I just happen to have experience dealing with such poison; perhaps you'd like to rest here in Kyden Toketsu for today while we treat Shiba-san's condition&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The Lady Asako stood quiet, thinking for a while about what she should do. The people of the Scorpion Clan had a notorious reputation of being manipulative snakes that twisted things so they could get away with their plans. Maybe Bijomaru was planing something, but the Lady had no choice, if Tenkai was indeed poisoned then he would need treatment quickly... so she said the most logical thing to say - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would be honored to be your guest for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bijomaru, smiling again, replied while bowing - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then I will order the servants to prepare your rooms immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author's Note:&lt;br /&gt;For all those who aren't familiar with the setting:&lt;br /&gt;- A Yojimbo is a warrior assigned to protect someone that has not practiced the way of the sword, such as Shugenjas and Courtiers&lt;br /&gt;- A menpo is a mask. Usually it only covers the lower portion of the face, from the nose down, but some times a full face menpo is used.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-7614091284477006537?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/7614091284477006537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=7614091284477006537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/7614091284477006537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/7614091284477006537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2009/08/interesting-times-chapter-1-host.html' title='Interesting Times - Chapter 1: The Host'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-3419752347463351745</id><published>2009-08-16T22:40:00.007-04:30</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:58:04.915-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rokugan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Times'/><title type='text'>Interesting Times - Prologue</title><content type='html'>Asako Shiori opened her eyes and found herself in a place she has never seen before. The walls were made of stone, there were no sliding paper screen but wooden doors, and in front of her stood a young lady no older than 20 winters. The girl had her knees tied together and a knife in her hands; it was obvious that she was about to commit jigai, a form of suicide often committed by the females of the samurai caste in which they cut the jugular vein to archive a certain and fast death. The knees were tied together to ensure that she would be found in a dignified pose.&lt;br /&gt;Shiori could not recognize the girl, but from her clothing she knew that she belonged to the Isawa Family of the Phoenix Clan. The girl lifted the knife and placed it against her neck, and when she made the cut Shiori's eyes widened to see the blood that came out, for it was black as night. This could only mean one thing, the girl carried The Taint of The Shadowlands within her. The reason of her suicide was clear to Asako Shiori, who closed her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she opened her eyes again, Shiori was meditating in  her house; she was a Shugenja. In Rokugan, those belonging to the Samurai caste went to dojos to be rained in different things; those trained in the art of courtship and diplomacy became Courtiers, those trained in the art of war and the way of the sword became Bushi, and those trained in the art of the kami and magic became Shugenja. They are the priest and scribes of the samurai caste; they can also cast powerful spells by offering prayers to the kami. The word "kami" have 2 meanings. If capitalized, the Kami are the sons and daughters of The Sun and The Moon: Akodo: Founder of the Lion Clan, Bayushi: Founder of the Scorpion Clan, Doji: Founder of the Crane Clan, Fu Leng: Master of the Shadowlands, Hantei: The first Emperor of Rokugan, Hida: Founder of the Crab Clan, Ryoshun: Protector of the Spirit Realms, Shiba: Founder of the Phoenix Clan, Shinjo: Founder of the Unicorn Clan and Togashi: Founder of the Dragon Clan.&lt;br /&gt;If not capitalized, the kami are the spirits of the elements present in every thing on the land.&lt;br /&gt;From the smallest pebble to the biggest mountain, from the tiniest creek to the great sea, every sword, every plant, within &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; that is made of at least one element resides a kami; and they sometimes interact with people, more frequently with those willing to listen, like the Shugenja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the steps of her honorable father, Shiori became part of an order dedicated to the hunt of Maho-Tsukai, workers of tainted black magic which draws power, not from the kami, but from the blood of living beings. Because of that she travels a lot and she is rarely home, so she tried to enjoy herself as much as she could, but this time it would not be so, for in her meditation she had a terrible vision of a tainted member of her Clan commit Jigai. She was convinced that it meant something, so she made arrangements to leave town and go to Kyuden Isawa, the capitol of the Phoenix Clan lands. There, she would find answers, or so she believed.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD: For more information about Rokugan go &lt;a href="http://l5r.wikia.com/wiki/Rokugan"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-3419752347463351745?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/3419752347463351745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=3419752347463351745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/3419752347463351745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/3419752347463351745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2009/08/interesting-times-prorogue.html' title='Interesting Times - Prologue'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-267994311691684300</id><published>2009-08-14T19:43:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:13:14.196-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That Piss Me'/><title type='text'>That Pisses Me Off - Part XII</title><content type='html'>I am not a Christian guy... I once was, really, but somewhere along the road, I grew up and realized it was not for me. Why you ask?... I'll tell you why&lt;br /&gt;*Cheap Talk show music playing*&lt;br /&gt;Hello and welcome to a new Edition of "That Pisses Me Off"; I'm your host, guAji, and after a long absence I AM BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said before, I am not Christian, and here's why.&lt;br /&gt;1.- Today's been a year since my great grandmother's death, and my family set up a service in her name and shit, so I went to pay my respect to her. Now, for the 3rd time today, I'm not Christian, and I was the better behaved person in the building! Everyone was joking around, paying more attention to their phones that to the service and I even saw a guy sleeping... what the fuck kind of behavior is that? The worst part is that God is so merciful that he'd forgive that kind of behavior ... Wake up stupid! That's not a merciful God, that's a stupid one! everyone goes around committing sin after sin after sin, then you can repent at the moment of death and you'll get a free ticket to heaven? It's disrespectful and no one does anything about it; so 1st reason: The Christians are little shits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.- Today, at church also, I had to listen to the priest rant on about how homosexuality is against God and shit, that homosexual relationships are not allowed in the Kingdom of Heaven and stuff because God said so. Wake up you over educated alleged virgin old fart, times change! You can't be that close minded; or do you plan another inquisition and witch hunts and stuff? You guys burned people because they were suspected of witchcraft, and that was because IT WAS AGAINST GOD and God said so.... So committing murder is Ok? Isn't one of the 10 commandments Thou shall not kill? Shit, it weren't for open minded people you'd still be burning "witches". So, reason number 2: Close mindedness and hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.-I really can't be a part of a religion that tells me I'm useless, or that I have no power whatsoever over my life and I must leave it in the hands of God! In Christianity you always get phrases like "God, I'm not worthy...", "forgive me God, I'm only human" and so on and so forth, and the proof of that is this prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our Father in Heaven, Hallowed be your Name, Your kingdom come, Your will be done, On earth as in Heaven. Give us today our daily bread. Forgive us our sins As we forgive those Who sin against us. Lead us not into temptation But deliver us from evil. For the kingdom, the power, And the glory are yours Now and forever. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets take a closer look, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our Father in Heaven,                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hallowed be your Name,                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your kingdom come,                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your will be done,                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On earth as in Heaven.&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;I'm not quite comfortable with HIS will being done just because, but  I can live with that -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give us today our daily bread.&lt;/span&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;- Why? can't you work for your own? - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forgive us our sins  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;As we forgive those                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who sin against us.&lt;/span&gt;                             - &lt;/span&gt;Why should he forgive you? Just because? Wouldn't it better NOT TO SIN? - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lead us not into temptation&lt;/span&gt;                             - &lt;/span&gt;Grow up! Walk away yourself - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But deliver us from evil.&lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;- I've told you already, walk away from there and DO NOT SIN, weakling! - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;For the kingdom, the power,                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the glory are yours                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now and forever.&lt;/span&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;So everything is his? Nothing I do is worth shit because it not his work? -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So reason number 3: That religion underestimates people so that they turn blindly to the Church for guidance.... I wont be a sheep. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets be clear, I have nothing against God, or his son or whatever; in fact I think that a guy'd send his own son to die for such stupid would be followers really cares about shit you know? Although sending your own fucking son is kind of harsh... But the point is: It's not God, I just dislike Christianity, that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-267994311691684300?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/267994311691684300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=267994311691684300&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/267994311691684300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/267994311691684300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-pisses-me-off-part-xii.html' title='That Pisses Me Off - Part XII'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-4572482515436426293</id><published>2009-08-11T10:33:00.005-04:30</published><updated>2009-08-11T11:57:06.116-04:30</updated><title type='text'>G.I. Joe - The Rise of the Cobra</title><content type='html'>I went to see this movie yesterday&lt;br /&gt;When I found out that they were making a G.I. Joe movie I thought "It's gonna be a baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad movie"... Why? Easy:&lt;br /&gt;1.- The director is the same guy from The Mummy and those are bad&lt;br /&gt;2.- The cast was questionable at best&lt;br /&gt;3.- It's an American movie about a team of kick ass soldiers.... I figured it'll be patriotism all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after watching the movie I have to admit that I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Don't misunderstand me, it's not a good movie; but it's definitively NOT bad, you just need to understand what kind of movie you're about to see. It's not a movie abour stunning performances by the actors, nor it's about a killer plot; it's an action movie about an 80's cartoon! Now, taking that into consideration, lets take a look at the good and bad things about the movie:&lt;br /&gt;Cool things:&lt;br /&gt;- Nice special effects&lt;br /&gt;- Nice fight choreography (as well as shooting sequences)&lt;br /&gt;- It's not overloaded with explosions or other rather cheap waste of special effects&lt;br /&gt;- Decent, although not deep, plot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad things:&lt;br /&gt;- The actors don't give their best performances&lt;br /&gt;- You kind of see the ending coming&lt;br /&gt;- Some of the special effect seem exaggerated/fake (the chick driving the bike)&lt;br /&gt;- The Cobra Commander was a Darth Vader wannabe&lt;br /&gt;- Heavy Duty actually said "Yo, Joe!"&lt;br /&gt;I watched this and I enjoyed it from the beginning until the end; I know I said it was not a good movie, but it's fun and entertaining. I might be missing some stuff here, but to be honest that's pretty much what I've got to say about the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-4572482515436426293?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/4572482515436426293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=4572482515436426293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/4572482515436426293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/4572482515436426293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2009/08/gi-joe-rise-of-cobra.html' title='G.I. Joe - The Rise of the Cobra'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-5112118830662669262</id><published>2009-08-01T00:57:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2009-08-01T01:06:02.023-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Fucking Christ...</title><content type='html'>... I've lost my jar of pink paint!&lt;br /&gt;I know I didn't like it that much, it wasn't red after all, but it was my jar of paint god dammit!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if someone stole it, or I if lost it or if it simply just walked away but bottom line is: I have no jar and I have no paint whatsoever; not red, nor white nor pink, ANYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my jar of paint! Mine! And no others!! Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck am I supposed to do now? I can't just walk around with no paint, what kind of stupid walk would that be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-5112118830662669262?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/5112118830662669262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=5112118830662669262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/5112118830662669262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/5112118830662669262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2009/08/jesus-fucking-christ.html' title='Jesus Fucking Christ...'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-3325993858525478456</id><published>2009-05-11T21:46:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2010-01-24T01:05:20.420-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampire: The Masquerade'/><title type='text'>Vienna? After Sundown</title><content type='html'>This one will be in Spanish.. Why? Because Napo recommended so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viena, 1990. Una fría noche de invierno como cualquier otra.&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Doile era un narcotraficante que había ganado bastante poder en los últimos 2 o 3 años. Entró a su oficina, un cuarto dentro de su apartamento que empezaba a ser un sitio lujoso; con el traía un sobre de manila que puso sobre su escritorio. Antes de sentarse se sirvió un trago y luego levantó el teléfono para llamar a su mas frecuente cliente. Hizo la llamada a un numero que pocas personas conocían y del otro lado de la linea no hubo respuesta, como siempre, así que Alexander colgó el teléfono y se sentó. Tomó un trago y enseguida el teléfono sonó, como era de esperarse; al levantar el auricular del otro lado de la linea una voz dijo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Que?", &lt;/span&gt;Alexander respondió &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tengo el paquete de este mes"&lt;/span&gt;, a lo cual la voz respondió "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enseguida envío a Adolf por el"&lt;/span&gt; y colgó el teléfono. Alexander también colgó el teléfono y tomó otro trago mientras pensaba&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Seguro, no es como que tenga cosas mas importantes que hacer"&lt;/span&gt; y luego habló en voz baja, quejándose &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Me caías mejor antes, cuando eras tu quien trataba conmigo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media hora mas tarde un par de hombres evidentemente armados, uno vestido de traje y sombrero, otro vestido con jeans y una camiseta negra, entraron de golpe en la oficina de Alexander Doile, quien los recibió asentando con la cabeza y diciendo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Caballeros, siempre es un placer tenerlos aquí"&lt;/span&gt;. El nivel de sarcasmo en esa frase era suficiente para merecer un tiro en la cabeza, quizá eso quería Alexander, pero los hombres sabían lo que les esperaba si escogían dispararle al narcotraficante. Uno de ellos, el que iba de jeans, dijo de manera seca &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dónde está?"&lt;/span&gt;, Alexander tomo el sobre y se lo alcanzó a quien preguntó. El hombre inmediatamente se dio vuelta y salió del cuarto, el otro dijo antes de salir &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tu dinero será depositado en el transcurso de la semana"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando Alexander estuvo solo pensó &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Gracias Alex, Te debo una Alex... Qué pasó contigo viejo?"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una hora mas tarde en una parte muy distinta de la ciudad, los hombres que entraron en la oficina de Alexander Doile bajaron del auto que conducía y se acercaron a un galpón aparentemente desolado. De entre algunos containers apareció una mujer alta y esbelta, vestida con pantalones de cuero y una sudadera roja, cabello negro y largo que portaba una Desert Eagle en sus manos. El hombre de los jeans saltó del susto y exclamo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Demonios Vampyra, debes dejar de hacer eso!!"&lt;/span&gt; a lo que la mujer respondió con hostilidad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Te he dicho que no me llames así, mi nombre es Diana! Y si hay alguien que debe dejar de hacer algo pues eres tu el que debe dejar de cargarse en los pantalones cada vez que nos reunimos. Cuánto tiempo hace que trabajan para nosotros?"&lt;/span&gt;. Nosotros, Diana siempre afirmo la existencia de alguien mas, pero ellos nunca habían visto a nadie mas, solo a ella. El otro hombre le ofreció el sobre diciendo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Casi 2 años Di; déjalo en paz, él hace bien su trabajo"&lt;/span&gt;, ella tomó el sobre y después dijo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tú haces bien tu trabajo Adolf, pero mientras no tengas gente competente trabajando para tí, sólo te encargarás de recoger paquetes"&lt;/span&gt;. Luego abrió el sobre exponiendo su contenido a la luz de una lámpara cercana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que estaba dentro del sobre eran fotos que mostraban a un hombre elegante, vestido con estilo en un traje muy fino. Primero, habían unas donde se veía que estaba en un café con una chica. Luego, unas caminando con la chica por la ciudad. Luego habían unas que mostraban un cuarto a través de una ventana, la cortina a veces interfería con la fotografía pero no hacia falta ser genio para saber que la pareja tenia sexo, de ese sexo que sólo se ve en películas snuff. Luego de pasar algunas fotos del acto, que parecía excitar a Diana, había una donde el hombre se mostraba triste y tocando una guitarra en el borde de una cama, aún desnudo y con su pareja muerta, o inconsciente, detrás de el.&lt;br /&gt;Diana se detuvo en esa foto en particular, esa foto donde el hermoso rostro de aquel elegante hombre se podía ver con claridad. Entonces, la voz del asustadizo hombre en jeans rompió el silencio y dijo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No lo entiendo!"&lt;/span&gt;. Diana respondió con incredulidad en la voz &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Qué?!"&lt;/span&gt;. No es que no entendiera lo que el hombre quiso decir, es que no podía creer lo que había escuchado; y el hombre siguió hablando &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No entiendo por que ponen a un papparazzi a fotografiar a un marica en Barcelona! Y que clase de nombre es Alejandro de la Torre?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ese momento, el hombre sintió miedo como nunca antes lo había sentido pues se dio cuenta, en ese instante, que Diana no estaba sola. Un hombre alto y atlético, con el cabello negro a la altura de los hombros, patillas muy frondosas, con colmillos y ojos como los de un perro estuvo junto a ella todo este tiempo. Y este hombre se abalanzó sobre él con una velocidad sobrenatural, lo tomó por el cuello con una mano y lo arrecostó de golpe contra un container cercano. Adolf trató de dispararle a quien asaltó a su asociado; pero antes de que pudiera apuntar, Diana tenía su pistola apuntando su cabeza diciendo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Si crees que esa es la mejor opción, adelante"&lt;/span&gt;. Con el rabillo del ojo Adolf vio la brillante pistola de Diana, luego volvió su mirada a su compañero y el hombre que lo había asaltado. Estaba vestido de jeans y una chaqueta de cuero negro.&lt;br /&gt;Adolf estaba sorprendido, todo este tiempo ese hombre estuvo allí, pero por alguna razón que no lograba entender, el y su compañero lo obviaron por completo; y ahora la vida de su compañero, y probablemente la suya, colgaban de un hilo. Así que lentamente y con cuidado enfundó su arma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El compañero de Adolf soltó un gemido, las uñas de su asaltante presionaban fuertemente su traquea. Trato de hablar pero lo único que logró sacar fue otro gemido, lo que parecía deleitar a su asaltante, quien colocó su cabeza muy cerca del cuello de su presa. Una presa, eso era el compañero de Adolf, una presa en manos de alguien que pertenece a la especie de depredadores supremos; y este depredador se detuvo un momento allí para escuchar el corazón de su presa.... Latía sumamente rápido. Luego habló con una voz relajada pero que al mismo tiempo dejaba oír una gran ira que podía ser desatada en cualquier momento:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ese marica es la única persona que ha sido mas astuta que yo y por ende &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YO&lt;/span&gt; digo que se merece el respeto de todas las criaturas con inteligencia suficiente como para ser capaces de demostrarlo"&lt;/span&gt;. en ese momento las uñas del depredador empezaron a crecer y se enterraron en el cuello de su presa creando 5 profundos agujeros por donde empezó a brotar un caudal de sangre. Cuando el compañero de Adolf calló al suelo, éste se desangraba y luchaba por respirar.&lt;br /&gt;El depredador limpió sus dedos con su lengua, luego en la ropa de su derrotada presa y por ultimo se volvió hacia Adolf mientras se ponía unas gafas oscuras &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Espero que tu próximo compañero no sea tan bocón. Diana, nos vamos"&lt;/span&gt;. En ese momento Diana guardó su arma y empezó a caminar mientras decía &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mi señor me llama, estaremos en contacto"&lt;/span&gt; y ambos desaparecieron en la noche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ese momento, dentro de una limusina en Turin, Italia, la cinta de vídeo que mostraba los eventos que ocurrieron en ese aparentemente desolado galpón se detuvo y una chica asiática vestida de traje apagó el televisor que ella y un caballero, también de traje, veían mientras éste se arreglaba el nudo de su corbata. Hubo un silencio prolongado y finalmente el caballero dijo con cierta desilusión en su voz &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Marko, Marko, tienes que aprender a dejar atrás el pasado. Estas rabietas te van a matar..."&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Después de otro silencio la chica habló con una voz muy hermosa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hemos llegado señor"&lt;/span&gt;, a lo cual el hombre respondió &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sabes por que te escogí Ryoko? En 500 años de vida no he escuchado a nadie con una voz mas hermosa que la tuya"&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Me alaga señor"&lt;/span&gt; fue la respuesta de Ryoko.&lt;br /&gt;Al bajarse del auto el caballero se dirigió a un hombre gordo quien lo esperaba en la puerta de su casa diciendo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don Luca?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El hombre gordo, después de ojear a su invitado respondió, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sí? Supongo que usted es quien me sacará del país..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"En efecto, sí. Un favor para la Singorina Giovanni, no se preocupe por el dinero"&lt;/span&gt; respondió.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bien, pase por acá..."&lt;/span&gt; dijo Don Luca abriendo la puerta de su casa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"... cuál dijo que era su nombre?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con una sonrisa, revelando sus colmillos, el caballero se volteó y respondió &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Andrea Di Montisello, para servirle"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-3325993858525478456?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/3325993858525478456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=3325993858525478456&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/3325993858525478456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/3325993858525478456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2009/05/vienna-after-sundown.html' title='Vienna? After Sundown'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-7130702738679600367</id><published>2009-04-05T00:11:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:04:57.132-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Dragon Ball Evolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING: Heavy spoilers... not that it matters, because it's a very bad movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those who don't know 20th Century Fox bought the rights to make a Dragon Ball movie. Being an American movie, just like Final Fantasy: The Spirit Within, we knew it was going to suck from day one... but, oh by the Gods, we had no idea it was going to be this bad.... the horror, THE HUMANITY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets begin by saying this:&lt;br /&gt;People at Fox, hear me now... Goku never, EVER, cared SHIT about girls! He married Chi Chi because, like many other men, he had no idea what he was getting into!&lt;br /&gt;Jesus-fucking-christ, I understand that you are trying to remake this whole world to make it into a new franchise and stuff but for fucks sake you DO NOT mess with the main character like that!! You wanna make him go to school? Fine! You wanna make him less interested in fighting? Be my guest, but Goku is not a cool guy... he is a silly boy who managed to stay a silly boy no matter how old he got!!! And he cared not about being popular and going to parties!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else matured and grew up in the course of the story, not Goku... He stayed a kid no matter how old he got or how many kids he had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the other characters:&lt;br /&gt;-Grampa Gohan was... eeeh... he just was in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;-Chi Chi was not a super popular girl, alright? She was not a cheetah girl or something like that, but I guess I can let that one go&lt;br /&gt;-Bulma was ok really.&lt;br /&gt;-Did Yamcha fought? No. Why? He just didn't knew how to and he would rather use a gun, AND HE IS NOT SHY TOWARDS WOMEN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Wait a second.... where is Puar? I mean Yamcha was there, couldn't you even give him a pet cat?&lt;br /&gt;-Master Roshi was still a pervert, that is all you guys had in your favor. He was not old, he was not a bald person, he had no glasses, he had no pet turtle, no mustache, he didn't even lived on an island... he was just a pervert Chou Yun Fat, that's it&lt;br /&gt;-Piccolo was there because they needed a villian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the other crappy things:&lt;br /&gt;-People knew about Namek and shit!&lt;br /&gt;-Goku is into girls and he's not a stupid silly boy&lt;br /&gt;-Master Roshi's master was still alive&lt;br /&gt;-Goku is into girls and he's not a stupid silly boy&lt;br /&gt;-The Mafuba sucked bit time&lt;br /&gt;-Goku is into girls and he's not a stupid silly boy&lt;br /&gt;-Holy shit the Kame-Hame Ha can heal people!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Goku is into girls and he's not a stupid silly boy&lt;br /&gt;-Gohan dies because his house collapses on him, not bacause Goku goes Oozaru on his ass&lt;br /&gt;-Goku is into girls and he's not a stupid silly boy&lt;br /&gt;-The Oozaru state is not provoked by full moon but by an eclipse, and guess what? You Don't need a tail to go into Oozaru... Wanna know why? Because Oozaru is no longer a state per se, it's a character who terrorized the Earth with Piccolo before the latter was banished by the Mafuba. So one must ask: What in the hell happened to Saiyajins and their nasty tails?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Goku is into girls and he's not a stupid silly boy&lt;br /&gt;-Not only did Shen-ron not talked but... well... look for yourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.animerida.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/shen-long-db-evolution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.animerida.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/shen-long-db-evolution.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That thing is not Shen-ron... Besidesd not being awesomly huge, it is not awesomely awesome.... and look! No black sky, no thunders, no nothing!&lt;br /&gt;-Did I mentioned that Goku is into girls now? And he is a kind of cool guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I guess I made my point.&lt;br /&gt;Notice that all my criticism towards the movie it's directed at it due to the fact that I am a hardcore fan, so I hate this adaptation; but had the movie been a perfect adaptation it waould have sucked anyways because the direction sucked, art direction sucked, the music sucked, performances sucked and pretty much everything else sucked too... but that is something Napo will surely talk on his brand new blog. Wont you Napo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this movie left me tired and angry so now that I've left steam out, I'll go.&lt;br /&gt;See you later people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-7130702738679600367?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/7130702738679600367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=7130702738679600367&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/7130702738679600367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/7130702738679600367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2009/04/dragon-ball-evolution.html' title='Dragon Ball Evolution'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-254258497837661965</id><published>2009-03-30T22:16:00.012-04:30</published><updated>2011-03-11T11:19:54.105-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nakama'/><title type='text'>Nakama II</title><content type='html'>This time I will not be as emotional as last time but that does not mean that I care less about the people that I am about&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/SdGJaRI611I/AAAAAAAAAGU/_FiS7VI46K8/s1600-h/ishidage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/SdGJaRI611I/AAAAAAAAAGU/_FiS7VI46K8/s200/ishidage7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319183719271683922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to talk than the people I talked last &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/SdIzI0w0vQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dFEtdT26Gy0/s1600-h/fcbarcelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/SdIzI0w0vQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dFEtdT26Gy0/s200/fcbarcelo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319370336573373698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;time, or the people I will talk next time for that matter... It's just a different kind of love.&lt;br /&gt;These people made a difference in my life in a very different way than the girls I spoke about last time, but I wouldn't be me right now if it weren't for them. They were the voice of reason, the player that never missed a new adventure (or the player that got super exited about a new game and never got to play because I could not come up with a decent story), the snack at school, the guy that sheltered me when I had no class and was hot outside, the headbanger next to me, the teacher, the student &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/SdGJaGBmYrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/r_FaHT4HQFo/s1600-h/dbz_majinboo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/SdGJaGBmYrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/r_FaHT4HQFo/s200/dbz_majinboo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319183716288193202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but most important: They were, and still are, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/SdGJAiqvc8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/euTJhJV67qU/s1600-h/elfo_arquero4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/SdGJAiqvc8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/euTJhJV67qU/s200/elfo_arquero4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319183277300347842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/SdGLaQq_HYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/AdZMcf_t2Zw/s1600-h/wolf_howling_at_moon-240x244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/SdGLaQq_HYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/AdZMcf_t2Zw/s200/wolf_howling_at_moon-240x244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319185918169390466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this post right here is my way of saying "thank you guys for being part of my life and being my friends", and this is my way of saying "I love you guys" without being too emotional.&lt;br /&gt;Of course they know it's them I'm talking about here, and if you are not able to make sense of this post, then you are definitely NOT one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD: These stupid pictures are against me! They never look as I want them to!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-254258497837661965?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/254258497837661965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=254258497837661965&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/254258497837661965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/254258497837661965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2009/03/nakama-ii.html' title='Nakama II'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/SdGJaRI611I/AAAAAAAAAGU/_FiS7VI46K8/s72-c/ishidage7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-3792004150538973553</id><published>2009-03-24T01:27:00.003-04:30</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:36:47.527-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Baseball Classic</title><content type='html'>Definitively the Major League Baseball is the best baseball league in the world, that is why USA have been champions twice.... Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up morons, you guys are not the best! You have not won, and not only that: YOU HAVE NOT BEEN IN A FINAL YET! Not only that but have not even been in 3th place and on top of that Venezuela have gotten better standings than the USA in both tournaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on but I really don't know much about baseball...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway; congratulations Japan, I rooted for you last time and I rooted for you this time. I wanted Venezuela to win but since we got screwed by Korea... GO JAPAAAAAAAN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-3792004150538973553?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/3792004150538973553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=3792004150538973553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/3792004150538973553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/3792004150538973553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2009/03/baseball-classic.html' title='Baseball Classic'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-8425446397744133291</id><published>2009-03-18T23:08:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:37:18.473-04:30</updated><title type='text'>What would it be like...</title><content type='html'>... to feel your life leave your body?&lt;br /&gt;... to score the winning goal in a FIFA World Cup final match?&lt;br /&gt;... to crash a car head on against a wall?&lt;br /&gt;... to be the last one to laugh?&lt;br /&gt;... to go to a Maid.... oh wait, I did that and it felt awesome!&lt;br /&gt;... to see a girl in black underwear sleep?&lt;br /&gt;... to be played into doing that which you swore you wouldn't... wait.... wait... yeah I remember...been there.&lt;br /&gt;... to get smacked into the floor like a guitar?&lt;br /&gt;... to smack a guitar against the floor?&lt;br /&gt;... to be abducted by aliens?&lt;br /&gt;... to get out of bed and see yourself lying in the bathroom floor?&lt;br /&gt;... if I had not broke my knuckles back then?&lt;br /&gt;... if I had been loved back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I got you to think about at least one of those things?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-8425446397744133291?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/8425446397744133291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=8425446397744133291&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/8425446397744133291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/8425446397744133291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-would-it-be-like.html' title='What would it be like...'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-2576699969446888055</id><published>2009-03-03T08:13:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2010-01-24T01:05:20.421-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampire: The Masquerade'/><title type='text'>Vienna After Sundown</title><content type='html'>Vienna. 1985. 7pm in a cool March's day. He wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;Black shoulder length hair, black eyes, muscular Caucasian built. Being a light sleeper he always woke when the last ray of light had vanished. He rose from the mere wooden box in which he was lying and instinctively looked around his one bedroom apartment where he lived, or rather where he made lair... Then he felt the hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After inspecting the place he rose to his feet and moved his naked body to the stereo and played his favorite album: Kill'em All by Metallica, then he walked to the only other thing in the place besides the box and the stereo, the fridge. He opened it, it was empty. He thought "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porca miseria&lt;/span&gt;" and then talked in a low voice as if scolding himself "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You need to be more careful about this....... Merda, I'm hungry&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;He slammed the fridge's door closed and walked to the bathroom, got in the shower and quickly he washed his hair. It hasn't grown in years, in fact he had not been sweaty in years, but appearances must be maintained and that's why he washed his hair every night and that's why he wore clothes when he leaved his lair; he cared not about being naked or dirty those things were beyond him, he was more animal than human these days, but then again appearances must be maintained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out the shower he put out some cheap clothes on; a jean, a cheap black t-shirt, biker boots and a leather jacket. He darted out the door and went straight to the nearest bar, it didn't matter that is was a shit hole of a place because the fridge was empty and he was hungry. He went to the counter and sat there minding his own business and nobody paid attention to him, it was like he was not there. But then a girl saw him, or rather he allowed himself to be seen by a girl, and she came to him. Knowing he had no charisma, he always had drugs with him to win over his prey. He went out with the girl, went together into an alley to take a "shortcut" to his place, but he came out of that alley alone. He needed food and money so the police found the girl the next morning, half dead and beaten to a pulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking care of those 2 issues he went to a very impressive Victorian age mansion that was filled with people that was like him, well only on the outside, he had a completely different perspective on life and, according to his superiors, he was the only one of his kind in town. He had been sent as a spy to investigate on the opposing side and ironically he was charged with tracking his own people. He was a loyal pup, he never gave his brothers up.... unless he needed someone removed of course. As he went inside talked to a couple of fancy dressed gentlemen and then headed to an isolated room, inside there was an extremely beautiful blond woman that had a splendid Victorian age dress on and was staring at the moon from a window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat on a chair and waited a long time, he was used to this although he could not understand it; the moon was beautiful and to him it had certain appeal, but waiting 30 minutes every night for her to stop seeing the moon was stupid. After a while she turned to him and said:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answer in a casual tone -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A band of Sabbat anarcs have been spotted around the piers Principessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That would be the work of the Sheriff, why are you telling me this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a look at the girl's bodyguard, a huge man with an assault riffle on his arms - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can handle this Principessa, just give me a couple of men. There is no need to worry the good Sheriff with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at him and saw ambition. They didn't talked in a short while, finally she said - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see what you are trying to do and quite frankly I like your ambition. Very well, take some of the neonates and "handle this". If you perform well I might reward you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grazie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He got up from his chair and began to walk to the door when he heard her voice once more&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marko... Fail in this and it will be final death for you, because if they don't kill you I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned around to face her and smiled while he said - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That won't happen Principessa, I still have to kill him so I can't die yet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-2576699969446888055?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/2576699969446888055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=2576699969446888055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/2576699969446888055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/2576699969446888055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2009/03/vienna-after-sundown.html' title='Vienna After Sundown'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-1451615899293143895</id><published>2009-01-21T10:32:00.007-04:30</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:08:32.949-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time for you to meet'/><title type='text'>Time for you to meet.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sex MACHINEGUNS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guys made it's debut in 1998, although they've been around since 1996, and have gone through 3 break ups as band members have left the band later to be replaced. The orinial squad consisted of Anchang, Sussy, Noisy and Speed Star Sypan Joe. Joe had to leave the group in 1999 and they replaced him Clutch.J.Himawari. In 2001 Sussy left and was replaced by Circuit.V.Panther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2003, the group disbanded with this lineup. and then reform in 2004 with a slightly modified lineup; Noisy for Samurai W. Kenjilaw  and bringing back Speed Star Sypan Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2006, breakup would strike the group again. but in 2007 Anchang would once again reform sex MACHINEHGUNS, but with a brand new lineup made of himself, Ryotatsu and Keichi, with the help of support member Shingo* as a bassist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a compilation of videos taken from YouTube. I tried to show all of the members in the videos. As you will see, this guys have stayed true to their style...and needless to say, their videos are very funny in a stupid kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD: I've updated the other Time for you to meet entries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hanabi-la Daikaiten&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- 1998&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KywrW-aEUoc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KywrW-aEUoc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S.H.R (Sexy Hero Revolution) - 2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/biB8SMPJNYA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/biB8SMPJNYA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soko ni Anata Ga - 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EzyW3tihPXo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EzyW3tihPXo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yonaoshi. Good Vibration - 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNyrh12u7Kc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNyrh12u7Kc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aijin 28 - 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xIZsojH-WT0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xIZsojH-WT0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitoduma Killer - 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2M3xv4koTSg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2M3xv4koTSg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-1451615899293143895?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/1451615899293143895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=1451615899293143895&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1451615899293143895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1451615899293143895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-for-you-to-meet.html' title='Time for you to meet.....'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-5139302006333389112</id><published>2009-01-11T22:07:00.003-04:30</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:26:02.616-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That Piss Me'/><title type='text'>It's been TOO long!</title><content type='html'>Hello children, welcome back and get ready for a lesson on life&lt;br /&gt;We all saw "Click" right? If not, then you should... But the point is: I want a remote like that.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;-Do I want to control life as the dude did on the movie? No.&lt;br /&gt;-Do I want to fast forward everything boring/annoying? No!&lt;br /&gt;Then why guAji? Why do you want a remote like that? Easy.. In fact, I'll answer that question with more questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Have the TV ever did something wrong? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;- Let's say you are watching a game... Does it change the channel so you can't watch the game? Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on, but I think I've made my point.&lt;br /&gt;TVs are the most well behaved thing in your house! If you yell they don't tell you to shut up, If you are tired of the TV you just turn it off, it doesn't criticize you, If you are bored well the TV is there for you! The TV rules! Why? Because it comes with a remote...&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that you could just turn your father off when he comes yelling and being obnoxious when he knows you have a migraine... Imagine you could set a timer on yourself! Say good bye to waking up late or having trouble going to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;People HAVE GOT TO be more like TVs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? I have been keeping it quiet, for the last year I have said nothing, but enough is enough... And I don't care what you think! I'll complain my ass off if I want to....&lt;br /&gt;I bet you are wishing to have a remote to mute me or something, huh?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;That felt good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-5139302006333389112?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/5139302006333389112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=5139302006333389112&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/5139302006333389112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/5139302006333389112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s been TOO long!'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-6736986538809353264</id><published>2009-01-01T21:54:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:44:09.375-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HoR Side Stories'/><title type='text'>The Birth of a Sworn Enemy</title><content type='html'>Kakita Toru was strolling through the gardens that night, his mind was disturbed by everything that has happened that day and while he was pondering, trying to reach out to his ancestors to guide him, the most unlikely of sounds came to his ears; he heard a woman crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw her, beautiful as she was, leaning on a nearby tree; she had not seen him, so he came near her just to realize he knew her very well; she was a Clan mate, they had gone to the same dojo and had participated on the tournament, and they both had failed in what they were trained to be the best at: a duel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been victim of the machinations of the scoundrel known as Bayushi Bijomaru, and he knew that the reason why she had fainted and had to forfeit the match had been Bijomaru's work too although he could not prove it, however there was nothing he could do without risking his own honor. Looking at her he came close, moving with the grace only a Crane can move with, and she did not notice him until he was maybe too close... and she turned, her make up ruined because of the tears, but still she was beautiful... He reached out for her, but before he could touch her she spoke still crying: "Toru-San, please stop... You know of the oath I've made before the tournament and you know a Samurai's words and his actions are one and the same."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Samurai's words and his actions are one and the same.  To 'promise' would be redundant. That is what Akodo wrote, that is Makoto, complete sincerity. His heart was grieving that night and the sight of her only made that grief deeper, there was nothing he could do and he knew it... so he left her saying only this: "When we meet again, try to see me as you saw him who did nothing for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning a handmaid enter her master's room and what she saw was nothing more than an oath fulfilled... And the The Laughing Carp Inn became know for yet another sad story; a beautiful youth, a promising Samurai and the love of Kakita Toru had committed sepukku in her room while everyone else slept peacefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-6736986538809353264?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/6736986538809353264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=6736986538809353264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/6736986538809353264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/6736986538809353264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2009/01/birth-of-sworn-enemy.html' title='The Birth of a Sworn Enemy'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-8458652214821706725</id><published>2008-12-30T01:00:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:04:53.419-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Something cute, little and blonde...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... just had her birthday on 12/29.&lt;br /&gt;Well happy birthday to you little mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jonsachs.com/images/micro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.jonsachs.com/images/micro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish you had a blast and I wish we meet soon.&lt;br /&gt;B-Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-8458652214821706725?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/8458652214821706725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=8458652214821706725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/8458652214821706725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/8458652214821706725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-cute-little-and-blonde.html' title='Something cute, little and blonde...'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-3142400860381700977</id><published>2008-12-17T23:07:00.003-04:30</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:20:26.683-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Meet Jürgen</title><content type='html'>When I am watching a Germany game, there is no better place to be than in company of this guy: Jürgen. I know I can count on him to be there and scream with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/SUnHUmEAUKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NAV078qQ30o/s1600-h/J%C3%BCrgen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/SUnHUmEAUKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NAV078qQ30o/s400/J%C3%BCrgen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280971194697273506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is the most hardcore fan ever! Look at him! He is always cheering, it does not matter how many goals Klose fails or how long it takes the DT to put Schweinsteiger to play, he is always supporting his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not realized it yet, this is just a joke. I hope I made you laugh; but let it be written and let it be known: I DO watch the games with this little dude nearby; and you should probably get one like this to match your team!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-3142400860381700977?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/3142400860381700977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=3142400860381700977&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/3142400860381700977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/3142400860381700977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2008/12/meet-jrgen.html' title='Meet Jürgen'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/SUnHUmEAUKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NAV078qQ30o/s72-c/J%C3%BCrgen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-6677014617157212525</id><published>2008-12-12T18:32:00.003-04:30</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:36:00.198-04:30</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Aren't we a little too old for cakes?&lt;br /&gt;...Cheers to you babe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/SULttPi4mqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4vl7JugwQrU/s1600-h/vodkatonic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/SULttPi4mqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4vl7JugwQrU/s400/vodkatonic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279043074754386594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...And Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-6677014617157212525?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/6677014617157212525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=6677014617157212525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/6677014617157212525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/6677014617157212525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/SULttPi4mqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4vl7JugwQrU/s72-c/vodkatonic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-5475644985612774461</id><published>2008-12-08T14:40:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:40:31.574-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Legend of the 5 Rings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rokugan'/><title type='text'>Tales of The Scorpion</title><content type='html'>I was reading some books last night and I found these tales on The Way of The Scorpion.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find some meaning to all this nonsense... I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ki-Rin and The Scorpion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Ki-Rin was playing in a field. Her sister Phoenix had told her to look out for The Scorpion, but she was too busy playing and looking at all the new things that she only half-heard her sister's warning.&lt;br /&gt;While she was playing, a creature climbed upon a rock to watch. The Ki-Rin saw the creature and said "I have seen Flower, I have seen Tree, I have seen rock, I have seen Horse, but I have not seen you. Who are you?. The creature said "I am truth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ki-Rin smiled "I am very pleased to meet you friend Truth. Have you seen The Scorpion? My sister told me to look out for him, but I do not know what he looks like".&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I know Scorpion" Said Truth&lt;br /&gt;"Can you tell me what he looks like?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, in fact lets us go to look for him now. If you carry me on your back, we will go much faster than if we both walk"&lt;br /&gt;"Good idea!" said The Ki-Rin"Clim on my back, friend, and we will be off"&lt;br /&gt;Truth climbed on The Ki-Rin's back and together they went looking for scorpion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So" asked The Ki-Rin"What does The Scorpion look like?"&lt;br /&gt;"He has 2 sharp Pincers" Said Truth&lt;br /&gt;The Ki-Rin looked at Truth's 2 sharp pincers and said "Ah, I see"&lt;br /&gt;"And he has many legs"&lt;br /&gt;The Ki-Rin looked at Truth's many legs and said "Ah, I see"&lt;br /&gt;"And he has a tail that drip deadly poison"&lt;br /&gt;The Ki-Rin looked at Truth tail and said "Why Truth, he looks just like you!"&lt;br /&gt;Truth smiled and said "Yes, yes he does"&lt;br /&gt;The Ki-Rin laughed "Isn't it fortunate that I met you before I met him?&lt;br /&gt;Then Truth nodded "Yes, it is"&lt;br /&gt;And The Ki-Rin had nothing more to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Lion and The Scorpion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a Lion sleeping in a sunny field. A Scorpion came to him and said "Lion, you are so large. I suppose you are the largest creature in the lands". The lion replied "Yes, I believe that I am"&lt;br /&gt;"And" said The Scorpion "you must be the strongest and bravest creature as well"&lt;br /&gt;"That's what they say" said The Lion&lt;br /&gt;"My only advantage is my poison tail" The Scorpion said "and I suppose you could smash me underfoot before I could sting you even once"&lt;br /&gt;"I could quite easily" said The Lion rising and stretching&lt;br /&gt;"In fact, if I stung you, I doubt you would even notice"&lt;br /&gt;The lion looked down at The Scorpion curiously "Perhaps. But I believe that I will step upon you now, tiny one, and you will never have a chance"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh but great Lion" The Scorpion said smiling "I stung you 5 minutes ago"&lt;br /&gt;And The lion had nothing more to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Crane and The Scorpion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One there was a Crane and a Scorpion, sitting by the edge of a river. The Crane said "Isn't it funny how the Fortunes distributed their blessings among the creatures?&lt;br /&gt;The Scorpion eyed the Crane suspiciously "What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;The Crane smiled and said "Look at me. Look at my beautiful wings and feathers, I can fly and I can swim; look at my perfect neck and my shining eyes, I am the envy of all the creatures in the world". And then The crane looked at The Scorpion and said "Look at you, all you have is your tail"&lt;br /&gt;"Ah" said The Scorpion "but that means you have nothing to gain, and I have nothing to lose. When you are old and have lost your feathers you will no longer be able to fly, and when you are fat and half blind you will no longer be able to swim. Then, when you are counting everything you that have lost, I will be counting everything I have gained"&lt;br /&gt;And The crane had nothing more to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Crab and The Scorpion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, long ago, The Scorpion was walking on a beach with his brother The Crab&lt;br /&gt;"Ah Scorpion" said The Crab "You have tricked Lion and you have tricked Crane, but you shall not best me. For I am safe withing my armored house, and not even your poison sting can reach me here"&lt;br /&gt;The Scorpion eyed Crab's metal plating and nodded wisely. "that is true my friend. But how sad for you that you are trapped in such a unwieldy prison"&lt;br /&gt;"What?" said The Crab "This is not a prison, this is my home"&lt;br /&gt;"Of course" smiled The Scorpion "And that is what everyone tells you. But if it were not a prison you would be able to take it off. I have heard that you were cursed, condemned to spend the rest of your life carrying your own prison in your back"&lt;br /&gt;The Crab said "I can take it off whenever I want to!"&lt;br /&gt;The Scorpion nodded sadly and said "I'll be sure to tell everyone that"&lt;br /&gt;The Crab stomped on the sand "I can take my shell whenever I want!"&lt;br /&gt;The Scorpion said "Have you even tried?"&lt;br /&gt;The Crab stomped and took his house off his back and threw it in the ground&lt;br /&gt;The Scorpion smiled as they looked at each other&lt;br /&gt;And The crab had nothing else to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Phoenix and The Scorpion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day The Scorpion came to Phoenix in his mountains and said "I have a gift for you"&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix backed away "Oh no, I know all about you. I don't want your gift"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh really?" said The Scorpion"I will leave it here" and put the gift on the ground "and if you don't want it, someone else certainly will" Then The Scorpion walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix looked at the gift an thought "If I take the gift and it's a trap, than I have been tricked. But if I leave it and it's not a trap, then I have been tricked. What shall I do?"&lt;br /&gt;All day long Phoenix sat and looked at the gift pondering it. "What does he have in mind? He tricked the Crab with anger and the Lion with Pride. He tricked the Ki-Rin with her ignorance and the Crane with flattery. How does he mean to trick me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the sun had crossed the sky and the moon had made it's nightly progress, but Phoenix had not moved a single footstep; he was rooted to the spot, pondering The Scorpion's gift. When he looked up the next morning he saw The Scorpion watching and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;And Phoenix had nothing more to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dragon and The Scorpion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day The Dragon came to The Scorpion and said "I saw how you tricked Ki-Rin"&lt;br /&gt;And The Scorpion nodded&lt;br /&gt;Dragon continued "I saw how you tricked Lion"&lt;br /&gt;And The Scorpion nodded&lt;br /&gt;Dragon continued "I watched you trick Crane"&lt;br /&gt;And The Scorpion nodded&lt;br /&gt;Dragon continued "I was there when you tricked Crab"&lt;br /&gt;And The Scorpion nodded&lt;br /&gt;Dragon continued "And I knew what you would do to Phoenix"&lt;br /&gt;And The Scorpion said "And you stood by and did nothing"&lt;br /&gt;And Dragon had nothing more to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-5475644985612774461?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/5475644985612774461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=5475644985612774461&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/5475644985612774461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/5475644985612774461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2008/12/tales-of-scorpion.html' title='Tales of The Scorpion'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-8822825300159908251</id><published>2008-08-25T17:00:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:25:39.777-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Four Winds Saga'/><title type='text'>Meet the Live Cast</title><content type='html'>Here is the cast of the players and Characters that will be playing the live side on the Four Winds Saga Campaign. The online side will be described later.&lt;br /&gt;The players will be displayed alphabetically, by their clans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hida Ekutoru&lt;br /&gt;A typical Crab: Big, strong and not even a bit subtle; but a nice guy none the less. He belongs to the military where he have a rank of "Nikutai" - a rank equivalent of a Corporal - and is in charge with a squad (10 people) of Crab soldiers. He also works for a Emerald Magistrate, a member of the Akodo Family of the Lion Clan.&lt;br /&gt;Recently he and the rest of the Samurai employed by this magistrate went to Crab lands to deal with a series of murders that had taken places in the lands of a wealthy Yasuki Merchant; the plot became thicker when the group found out about the existence of a madmen monastery and the works of a Bog Hag. He committed sepukku as he chose the lesser of 2 evils and gave his life for the Empire. The Kamis rewarded him by giving him new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakita Kaoru&lt;br /&gt;If Ekutoru is the typical Crab then Kaoru is the Typical Crane: Beautiful, well mannered and cold. She served a Magistrate within her clan, and was also at the service of the same Akodo Magistrate that employed Hida Ekutoru. She also went to the Yasuki lands to investigate the problems there and she came out of the monastery alive together with a Soshi Shugenja who she killed for being a maho (black magic) practitioner. In the end she was the only that survived in the group (Ekutoru died and was brought back), and was awarded when she arrived in Crane lands with a excellently crafted Katana.&lt;br /&gt;Later, the Akodo Magistrate she worked for died and through the favor of a Crane Courtier she became an Emerald Magistrate herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinta Moshibaru&lt;br /&gt;Born a ronin, he lived in a small village near where Ekutoru and Kaoru brought peace by eliminating the cult of mad monks. When he was about to die, Shinta's father, Goshiro, asked Ekutoru to give the boy his father's swords so he could take on the path of the warrior; the first thing he did was to enter the Shadowlands and come back alive with 20 goblin heads. Having completed the 20 Gobin Winter he was admitted in the Moshibaru family, a vassal of the Hida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamori Fushinotori&lt;br /&gt;A youung shugenja from the dragon clan. This is a ladies man and likes to train his body as well as his mind. However, he is to young to be telling tales about him. His 1st real assingment was to deliver a gift from his family to a Hida Lord in Kyuden Hida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akodo Hayato&lt;br /&gt;His father was the one that was the employer of Kaoru and Ekutoru. After his father's death everyone expected him to become the new Emerald Magistrate, but an influential Crane Courtier puled his strings and Kaoru was named Magistrate instead of him. This will surely bring harsh times between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirumoto Kaede&lt;br /&gt;A young and proud member of the Dragon Clan. Her first assignment is to serve as a yojimbo (guardian) to Fushinotori's trip to Kyden Hida. He asked permission from her lord to challenge Hida Ekutoru, her brother in law, as a way to restore her family's honor due to Ekutoru misbehavior towards his wife, Kaede's older sister. She won the duel and caught the eye of Kaoru.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-8822825300159908251?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/8822825300159908251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=8822825300159908251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/8822825300159908251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/8822825300159908251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2008/08/meet-live-cast.html' title='Meet the Live Cast'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-7139007558256049990</id><published>2008-07-26T01:23:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2008-07-26T01:29:56.326-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Just Thoughts</title><content type='html'>It's 1:24 am as I start writing this and I am writing only because I thought of something when I saw someone else's quote on his nickname. Now, I really don't know If this is something I came up with or if it is something that i saw somewhere and it came to my mind right now, but this is what I thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Live the present time wholly and fully, because the past does not belong to you and the future becomes the present so quickly that you have no time to grasp it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you people like that whether it's mine or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Black Tide - Shockwave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N5QMU77Z45Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N5QMU77Z45Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-7139007558256049990?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/7139007558256049990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=7139007558256049990&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/7139007558256049990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/7139007558256049990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-thoughts.html' title='Just Thoughts'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-4178829530071578186</id><published>2008-07-14T16:02:00.003-04:30</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:15:10.658-04:30</updated><title type='text'>The Epilogue of a Beauty</title><content type='html'>The beauty know to men as Kakita Kaoru arrived at Kyuden Toketsu after all the trials that Lady Sun made her, and her comrades, face that day. She had to watch 2 of her companions die and another one commit Sepukku; Hida was an annoyance, but he was a good man.&lt;br /&gt;She kept her katana for safekeeping and at her arrival she requested for another stand so she can put that katana to rest properly until she was able to return it to her fallen comrade family.&lt;br /&gt;At night she began combing her hair when she suddenly heard a great deal of noise coming form the nearby rooms. She was suspicious of foul magic inside the castle, and the noises startled her.&lt;br /&gt;Swift as the wind she reached for her katana as she heard running steps coming close to her room, she turned to the door unsheathing her blade just in time to see the sliding door open in one smooth motion; what she saw was a towering naked man... Surprised as she was, the only thing that could scape her mouth was to call out the name of the naked man in front of her, her voice trembling with awe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ekutoru??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-4178829530071578186?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/4178829530071578186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=4178829530071578186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/4178829530071578186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/4178829530071578186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2008/07/epilogue-of-beauty.html' title='The Epilogue of a Beauty'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-3870533783904063578</id><published>2008-05-31T13:58:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2008-05-31T14:05:33.349-04:30</updated><title type='text'>... not again!</title><content type='html'>It so happens that people that you care about can: punch you, kick you, shoot you, stab you, hurt you, KILL YOU... but what really hurts, what really leaves you down on the floor with no hopes of ever coming back, is a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Through time I have been disappointed over and over again while I try to be as best as I can and live up to be the best guy everyone can ask for; it's not easy, and sometimes I just don't fucking care about anything else but me, but to be honest I get little complain... actually so little that I could say that I get no complains, but I don't want to brag. I only ask one thing in return: why can't  those that know that can bring me down, like I just said I have been brought down, behave? Is it really so hard??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I even bother??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Metallica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Until Sleeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sZtszXnG11E&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sZtszXnG11E&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-3870533783904063578?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/3870533783904063578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=3870533783904063578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/3870533783904063578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/3870533783904063578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-again.html' title='... not again!'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-1384214280890452735</id><published>2008-05-29T17:16:00.005-04:30</published><updated>2008-05-31T14:07:14.027-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Past, Present, Future.</title><content type='html'>There are several novels and a role playing game that is based on a fictional world named Kryn (DragonLance in case you have not figured out by now), and there lived Raistlin Majere (lets just call him Raist), the most kick ass guy ever. This all powerful mage had but one flaw, and that flaw was what made him so powerful: He was the Master of Past and Present! In the future Past, a wizards named Fistandantilus sent his essence into the future and possessed  Raistlin, which gave Rasit the the ability to develop a power beyond imagination.&lt;br /&gt;Later, Rasit traveled in time and took on Fistandantilus and absorbed him while he was still alive! It was like being two times a powerful as you can be! But with all that power and shit he still could not escape his past. Since he became Fistandantilus, he became destined to die and go forth in time to fin himself (Raist) and be lock in a never ending circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I telling you this? To see what happens when you stop living for today while thinking about the future and start living in the past and thinking that the past is the answer to your problems and the root of your curses.&lt;br /&gt;See the past is just that: PAST... you can't do shit about it because, unless you have a time machine (in which case you'll have to let me borrow it, I wanna meet hide), you CAN'T change your past! The only thing you can do with that is learn from it. Period.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand you have the present, that thing which you are living now. You can screw the present big time if you decide to live in the past, because the past it's a bitch... it wont let you go.&lt;br /&gt;Then we have the future... all we can do about that is get ready for it learning from the past, the hard part is that no one knows what awaits us in the future, unless you have a time machine (in which case you'll have to let me borrow it; I wanna know who wins the Euro2008 and then make some bets).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is: you have to own you past, you can't let your past own you. It's the same thing with money: when you own money, you are wealthy; when money owns you, then you are just greedy and that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OA9xmbsfFg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OA9xmbsfFg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anthem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mob Groove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-1384214280890452735?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/1384214280890452735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=1384214280890452735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1384214280890452735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1384214280890452735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2008/05/past-present-future.html' title='Past, Present, Future.'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-1767126445568978943</id><published>2008-05-28T11:34:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:40:02.546-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Heavy Metal.</title><content type='html'>This is a post in which I will show you how is it that heavy metal makes our lives better.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Japanese opening of a well knonw tv show: Mazinger Z or Tranzor Z in North America... Why do you have to go and screw up such a cool name like Mazinger??? How do you name the Mazinkaiser, Tranzorkaiser?? Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here is the vid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hHhMKB6vvpM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hHhMKB6vvpM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is the same video, but this time the song is performed by Animetal, a Japanese Heavy Metal band wich makes covers out of Japanese tv shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vjavoHXqNd4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vjavoHXqNd4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?? I rest my case, Heavy Metal is not only good, it is a blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-1767126445568978943?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/1767126445568978943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=1767126445568978943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1767126445568978943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1767126445568978943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-you-heavy-metal.html' title='Thank you Heavy Metal.'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-4247581510463012</id><published>2008-05-07T21:00:00.005-04:30</published><updated>2008-05-09T11:58:30.562-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Head Ache</title><content type='html'>I have a massive headache that's been killing me all day long... lack of sleep I guess, my mom wanted me to drive her someplace early in the morning and after being up and awake I could not go back to sleep when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that the last time I got a head ache like this was actually about a week ago. I had a system breakdown due to some heavy thinking and I was not able to go to bed until like 4 am or so, and then I had to wake up early because my dad needed some stuff done... so I had no like "no time to sleep"... I mean, I did have the time... I just couldn't and then I had to do some stuff, see?? But the is not the point, the point is the headache that I got that time...&lt;br /&gt;I got a headache for being up late... doing what? Well I was thinking. I could have just overlooked the matter but I just couldn't. Why? Because it was about me facing one of my greatest fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once saw a movie in which one of the character said: "A man who fears nothing is a man who loves nothing...". Well there you go, I once was fearless because I had nothing to lose. Today I do have something to lose, and to lose that would be losing the most important thing in my life and the greatest thing that have ever happened! So I'm afraid, so to speak... but I don't want to be afraid; to live in fear is worst than fear itself in my opinion, and long ago I decided not to be afraid in life so that I could live it fully.&lt;br /&gt;But the guy from the movie also said "... and what joy there is in life for a man that loves nothing??". So there you go, I once was bitter and I don't wanna go back to that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do? I decided to live my life not with fear but with caution, and in order to do that I will need to face every fear that I might have. It is the hard way, I know... It would be easier to just turn my back and walk away from that but then I wouldn't be happy.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm taking the hard way and by doing that I know that I will make several heads to ache, starting with mine, but it's the path I've chosen and I need this in order to feel in peace with me... So what I'm trying to say is that, if one day I give any of you a headache because of my silly way of living life please forgive me; and if I have already gave anyone such a headache I am really sorry... It has never been my intention to hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Now, despite my headache, I am going to read one of those new books I've got waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics?&lt;br /&gt;Nah... I'll start a new tradition. From now on it's gonna be videos at the end of my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Anthem &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Immortal Bind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yy3ML6rfHvE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yy3ML6rfHvE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-4247581510463012?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/4247581510463012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=4247581510463012&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/4247581510463012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/4247581510463012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2008/05/head-ache.html' title='Head Ache'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-7587815693778243975</id><published>2008-05-02T00:22:00.003-04:30</published><updated>2008-05-02T00:28:05.788-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Ten Years....</title><content type='html'>... since his death.&lt;br /&gt;Today, more than usual, we remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XEDxmCps0Ag&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XEDxmCps0Ag&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken on May the 1st of 1998, the day before he died.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-7587815693778243975?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/7587815693778243975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=7587815693778243975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/7587815693778243975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/7587815693778243975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2008/05/ten-years.html' title='Ten Years....'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-1496390701612479530</id><published>2008-04-03T14:09:00.003-04:30</published><updated>2008-04-04T07:29:46.391-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Well....</title><content type='html'>Well, this will speak for itself... Keep in mind that this footage was taken on March 28, 2008...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XQiMyudJWJI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XQiMyudJWJI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is Rusty Nail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally they are back!&lt;br /&gt;One thing thoug... Heath... quit it with the outfit man!! You look like you are trying to fill in hide's shoes, seriously! Quit it man, unless you are like paying homenage or something.&lt;br /&gt; Here are some more vids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kurenai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QGFNtByg0vY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QGFNtByg0vY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jgqEscxV3BM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jgqEscxV3BM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Without You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - New song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LCoJMQvwJ3s&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LCoJMQvwJ3s&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-1496390701612479530?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/1496390701612479530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=1496390701612479530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1496390701612479530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1496390701612479530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2008/04/well.html' title='Well....'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-7153694120488805928</id><published>2008-04-02T00:08:00.003-04:30</published><updated>2008-04-02T00:19:54.611-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Diaries of Vengance II</title><content type='html'>It is done... BEHOLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;By my doing Japan is under the shadow of the Serpent King! And what could not be crushed in his wake? He has even awakened my ancestry Essence and now my skills have gone were I've onbly imagined they would go and still I can hardly look at him in the eye... such power... such a terrible figure... Soon the land will be no more! And when the body of poor Xiaoyi collapses, and collapse it will!, I'll be moving on to claim the prize Da Ji should have had.&lt;br /&gt;I have let go of my former name and taken the name of my ancestor, soon China will fear the name Da Ji once more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-7153694120488805928?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/7153694120488805928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=7153694120488805928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/7153694120488805928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/7153694120488805928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2008/04/diaries-of-ignorance-ii.html' title='Diaries of Vengance II'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-5562751295245195574</id><published>2008-03-09T15:43:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:58:39.269-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time for you to meet'/><title type='text'>Time for you to meet.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Anthem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anthem&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja" lang="ja"&gt;アンセム&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_help"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; were one of a handful of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japan" title="Japan"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Japanese Heavy Metal band formed in 1980 in Tokyo, they were called "The Tokyo Metal Machine". &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Their music is very similar in style to countrymen Loudness &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loudness_%28band%29" title="Loudness (band)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and Earthshaker&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Disbanded since 1992, the group reformed in 2000 and released the album Heavy Metal Anthem, a reworking of some older Anthem tunes now featuring noted vocalist Graham Bonnet. Since then, original vocalist Eizo Sakamoto (who hadn't sung with the band since 1987 because he started up the band Animetal which performed heavy metal covers of anime and tokusatsu (science fiction shows like Ultraman) opening and closing themes. He also was involved with the &lt;i&gt;anison&lt;/i&gt; "supergroup" JAM Project before reuniting with Anthem) has returned to the group.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Present members:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;vocals - Eizo Sakamoto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;electric guitar - Akio Shimizu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;leader/bass guitar - Naoto Shibata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drums - Hirotsugu Homma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Venom Strike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T97bRSBjxyE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T97bRSBjxyE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was shot in 1992 and it doesn't get much more metalish than this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Voices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pdc0lOY5osA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pdc0lOY5osA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Onslaught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8K_JM9-GJoI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8K_JM9-GJoI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20th aniversary tour. The song starts at 3:52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-5562751295245195574?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/5562751295245195574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=5562751295245195574&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/5562751295245195574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/5562751295245195574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-for-you-to-meet.html' title='Time for you to meet.....'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-8336693451274119792</id><published>2008-03-06T21:31:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2008-03-10T00:24:38.434-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Words from The Lightings</title><content type='html'>-I think my clan is best suited to rule the Empire, our diplomats are the best in the land; in fact Yasuki-sama has done such a great job that he should be named Emperor... but that cannot be done, we all know it too well.&lt;br /&gt;Although I stand firm in saying that my clan is the best suited, I know that it must not happen, for we have a great flaw: pride and arrogance. That pride would lead to opression and that arrogance would lead to war. I want the Yasuki lands for my clan no less than any of my clanmates, they are ours by right, but I don't want to see the Imperial Army marching there once the Crab refuse to hand them over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I know how you feel old friend, nothing would please me more than one own in the throne... but it's unlikely to happen. People don't trust us, and it's our fault; how does my daimyo deals with one that has angered him? He makes him disapear... I don't mean "he kills him", dying, I think, would be a much more desirable fate. Belive me when I say that I don't want to be the one to make the Emperor disapear... my blood brother's fate stills haunts my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Emperor should and must rule with honor! He must be flawless, and following the bushido is the way of honor and through that one can truly be flawless... that's the teacing of my clan, but I just hope it would be truth, for in our pusuit of honor we would become corrupt in our cause and quest. The Scorpion and the Mantis ways would be unaceptable in the eyes of a Emperor such as the one we would become... but regardless, the Empire needs the Scorpion and the Mantis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I know many good people in all of our clans, people that rule marvelously within the little realms they are given and call "home", but power corrupts, and what is worse: there are those that would seek those in power to corrupt them... we have seen this, we all saw how the leaders of the Lotus used the hitokiri Shigeru as a puppet and almost unleashed a power too great for them to control. Yes power corrupts and if my clan ruled the study of elements would be top priority and the land would be left to be forgotten; eventually we would turn to the blood, in search for more knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Our insight would fade from us, why? Because we would try to spread that insight... Our monasteries would fill the land and monks would be everywhere. We cannot, we must not, make our lands an example of spiritual rightgeousness nor an example of what the world should live and think like... that would not be "protecting"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By our constant war are your lands kept safe from the shadows. We have the right to rule for it is us who keep this Empire free of taint... but war is what we know and war is what we would give to the land. War against the Crane for taking the lands of the Yasuki; war against the Shadowland, something that would leave the Empire bankrupt and wasted; war against the Unicorn for dealing with the gaijin and war to the gaijin should they ever dare show their face arround here. We are warriors, not rulers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The last of the Lightnings fell on the battle of the Naga Spirits, he dances with the fortunes as I write, but he would have said something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We are not interested in ruling although we'll do it if we must. I'd just hope our flaw wouldn't cast it's shadow on the land... our free spirits would leave or desert the Empire... and that's my fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-8336693451274119792?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/8336693451274119792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=8336693451274119792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/8336693451274119792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/8336693451274119792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2008/03/words-from-lightings.html' title='Words from The Lightings'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-2166210074491759207</id><published>2008-02-17T23:43:00.003-04:30</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:07:31.616-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Yeah Right!!</title><content type='html'>For all those readers who are not from my country, or who don't know yet, Venezuela changed their currency this year... The new currency is called Bolivar Fuerte...&lt;br /&gt;STRONG MY ASS!! Look at what happens when you drop a one of the new coins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R7kLG1aow5I/AAAAAAAAACw/N_l0E-KymWI/s1600-h/P1020029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R7kLG1aow5I/AAAAAAAAACw/N_l0E-KymWI/s400/P1020029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168174259430278034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kindda makes you wonder about the whole "Un Bolivar fuerte, una economia fuerte, un pais fuerte" thing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-2166210074491759207?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/2166210074491759207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=2166210074491759207&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/2166210074491759207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/2166210074491759207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2008/02/yeah-right.html' title='Yeah Right!!'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R7kLG1aow5I/AAAAAAAAACw/N_l0E-KymWI/s72-c/P1020029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-170060283811210047</id><published>2008-02-09T14:44:00.000-04:30</published><updated>2008-02-09T14:46:45.502-04:30</updated><title type='text'>X Japan - I.V. Music Video</title><content type='html'>Here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u0-Q25w9si0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u0-Q25w9si0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one comment to add:&lt;br /&gt;Heath, you suck EMO!! BRING BACK TAIJI!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-170060283811210047?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/170060283811210047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=170060283811210047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/170060283811210047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/170060283811210047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2008/02/x-japan-iv-music-video.html' title='X Japan - I.V. Music Video'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-1698462255734696803</id><published>2008-01-30T22:03:00.000-04:30</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:32:41.210-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Do you know what would be rude...?</title><content type='html'>... Not telling people you are here.... You don't get it? Let me put it this wasy:&lt;br /&gt;Say that I go to Miami and stay there for 2 weeks, but I don't tell my cousin Mari that I was in Miami. Or that I go to Spain and not tell Sylvia about it... that would be rude, so rude that in some cultures it could be clasified as low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just saying this to give somepeople something to think about... B-bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-1698462255734696803?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/1698462255734696803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=1698462255734696803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1698462255734696803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1698462255734696803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2008/01/do-you-know-what-would-be-rude.html' title='Do you know what would be rude...?'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-1295681928114161409</id><published>2008-01-04T20:03:00.000-04:30</published><updated>2008-01-05T09:27:39.415-04:30</updated><title type='text'>...Damn!</title><content type='html'>That's 3 nights in a row I've dreamt of her... and last night her lips were so crimson red that I wanted to rip them off with my teeth... it was VERY intense, the touch of her skin... I knew I was dreaming but what the hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........I'd give my right arm to be with her right now; I need her more than my arm anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-1295681928114161409?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/1295681928114161409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=1295681928114161409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1295681928114161409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1295681928114161409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2008/01/damn.html' title='...Damn!'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-1681092844662564797</id><published>2007-12-17T16:48:00.000-04:30</published><updated>2007-12-17T17:10:25.806-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Diaries of Ignorance</title><content type='html'>Japan is bigger than what you may think!!&lt;br /&gt;I've been here for like, what?, a month and a half?! I've seen so much in theese past few weeks, it's awesome, although Da Qui seems to be bothered by the fact that "we are taking too long"... She is constanly reminding me that we must reach Tokyo, that she has a "surprise" for me... but the land of the Samurai is beutifull and I want to see it all... unlike her, she is what you'd call a "stereotypical chinese", she hates Japan, it's people and it's history. Now that I think about it, I don't know why she agreed on comming with me =S&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we'll be in Tokyo by the end of this week, or maybe we'll stay the weekend here I don't know; maybe I'm being selfish and I'm not thinking about her, but it would be easier if I knew what kind of surprise expect us in Tokyo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know I'm gonna love visiting the temples and the duel academies and all that... just the thought of the Great Lu Bu, or Cao Pi fighting the likes of Oda Nobunaga or Miyamoto Musashi... it's delightfull...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... Da Qui's complainig suddenly changed my mood... I don't wanna write anymore... at least not for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                         17/12/2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-1681092844662564797?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/1681092844662564797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=1681092844662564797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1681092844662564797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1681092844662564797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/12/diaries-of-ignorance.html' title='Diaries of Ignorance'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-506042795864696862</id><published>2007-12-12T23:35:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2007-12-12T23:36:58.747-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Hon!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R2CvxeXTfBI/AAAAAAAAACM/uR2rsHcGPAM/s1600-h/HappyBirthdayChocolateCake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R2CvxeXTfBI/AAAAAAAAACM/uR2rsHcGPAM/s400/HappyBirthdayChocolateCake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143304038956366866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Choccolate always huh?! Hope you like it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-506042795864696862?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/506042795864696862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=506042795864696862&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/506042795864696862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/506042795864696862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-hon.html' title='Happy Birthday Hon!!'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R2CvxeXTfBI/AAAAAAAAACM/uR2rsHcGPAM/s72-c/HappyBirthdayChocolateCake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-1974788081978798561</id><published>2007-12-03T02:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T20:00:23.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No estoy conforme</title><content type='html'>Si, no lo pueden creer verdad? Estoy escribiendo en español, y saben por que? Por que a los que les interesa esto tienen el español como lengua madre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No estoy conforme.&lt;br /&gt;Para comenzar yo aun no me la creo, espere como media hora para despertar a mi mama, quien se habia acostado como a las 11, por que en verdad no lo creo aun... no puede ser tan facil.&lt;br /&gt;No estoy conforme.&lt;br /&gt;Por que? porque ese hombre aun esta libre y, ademas, de presidente. Mucha gente ha ido a la carcel de por vida por crimenes mas leves. Me cale TODO el proceso, desde que comenzaron con que iban a reformar la constitucion... y saben que? Esto no hubiese sido necesario si hubiesemos ganados hace un año... yo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SE&lt;/span&gt; que ganamos, lo se. Que por cierto Hugo, eres tan absurdo y te rodeas de gente tan incompetetnte que te hiciste una constitucion &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PARA TI SOLITO&lt;/span&gt; cuando comenzaste a gobernar y ya la quieres cambiar.&lt;br /&gt;No estoy conforme.&lt;br /&gt;De verdad no creo que hayamos ganado con un 1% de diferencia. No puede ser que haya un 44% de abtencion. No puede ser que a mi papa lo hayan sacado convenientemente del registro electoral hace un par de dias.&lt;br /&gt;No estoy conforme&lt;br /&gt;Porque he votado, firmado, vuelto a votar y des todas las veces (4 o 5, no recuerdo bien) solo han hecho valer mi voto ESTA vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora le gente empezara a beber creyendo que ganamos... que tal si les dicen mañana que van a hacer un proceso mas decisivo que el de la reforma constitucional y en ese si nos meten el huevo; y cuando digamos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hubo trampa"&lt;/span&gt; ellos diran &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aqui las elecciones son transparentes! Las pasadas las gano la oposicion"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizas este hablando de mas debido al sueño que estoy aguantando desde las 9pm del dia Domingo, pero creo que un post mas sincero que este no sera facil de encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics? No viejo, tengo mucho sueño.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-1974788081978798561?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/1974788081978798561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=1974788081978798561&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1974788081978798561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1974788081978798561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-estoy-conforme.html' title='No estoy conforme'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-3558018721912947063</id><published>2007-12-01T18:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:00:57.028-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masked'/><title type='text'>Bleach - Masked</title><content type='html'>It's been ages, but finally we got to playing again... we'll have to wait a long time before we can play again. This last section of the campaing was played separedly so I don't know what the fuck happened with Mirumoto-San (napo) and with Kaoru-San (Franklin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Remember we where living in Hueco Mundo with the Vaizards gang and they were helping us control the hollows inside of us. Our preparation took long and in that time I learned that Hyuga Tenkai, one of my cousins was exiled to earth by the Soul Society... the training was hard but we were ready, or so the vaizards thought. The day of the testing came, Kaoru-San satayed slackign and sleeping while Mirumoto-San and I went to take the test, I forced my way into being the first one to be tested... a contention spell was cast, to hold me, and then they made me enter a trance in with I had to face my dark side; she took away my zanpakutou, I was helpless... but she forgot that I was better than that... my pride wouldn't let me fall, I held on to it and I was able to get my sword back, this time my dark side was at a disadvantage... and she fell. When I came to I found out that about 30 minutes has passed and some of the Vaizards were hurt, Incluiding  Mirumoto who told me that I owe him one... go figure. There was like a 10 minute break and the Mirumoto- San was up. The same spell was cast... and he was forced into the same trance; what happened in his mind, I don't know, but he began transforming into a hollow... firts it was just the mask, then the body began turning non-hummanoid... he grew legs, and his face was difigured. One by one the Vaizards fought against him, i also fought (using my new-found powers of course)... now I knew what he meant by "you owe me one" but lets just say that we are even now. As the time passed he became more mounstrous but suddenly, he exploded in a ball of raiatsu, and he was himself again. He managed to it quicker than me.&lt;br /&gt;When we were resting Kaoru showed up.... she took the test, but she failed. I was taken away as our leader said that she should be killed. I mourned her for days, and kept her necklace as a memento.&lt;br /&gt;Days went by and we had to do our chores... Mirumoto-San and I were sent to earth to pick up some things: hair gel, hentai manga, guitar strings... you know, stuff for our gang members. I told Mirumoto "... we should split so we finish quicker; I'll meet you here within an hour...". I got there and waited but he was super late so I left... when I got "home" everything was desolate and suddenly, out of nowhere a cero almost hit me! One of the Vaizards shove me away and that saved me... an army of hollows were attacking us... we manage to defend ourselves for a while, but there was no winning this finally I lost conscience and when I came too I was laying in some rudimentary bed mede with sheets on the floor and some old lady was taking care of me.&lt;br /&gt;She told me her name was Akane, she healed me (it took like 2 weeks) and in that time we talked a lot; she was a Shinigami that had exiled herself from Soul Society very long ago, now she lived in the mountains of India... I told her of my goals, and she agreed to train me so I could get what I had sought ever since I saw Kucichi Byakuya for the first time... Ban Kai. For 400 years I lived with Akane-Sensei and I never saw her Ban Kai nor knew her last name, the only thing I knew about her Ban Kai was "As long as I held my zanpakutou, I will linger on this place" that's all she told me. With time she became like a mother, and not like my real mother too fed up with nobility to hug her child, she remind me of Kaoru's family... they were so close. Time took it's tool on her... on her last moments she talked to me and said that I was the only thing that made her happy in her exile, that being alone will kill you, that I shouln't let my pride let me end up alone... and she told me that the only thing that I was lacking to be compleate is in hell.&lt;br /&gt;Before she died she told me her last name: Mirumototo (she is Genryusai's sister!!!) and to take her to a certain place once she was dead... and when I did I found her body in a cave... her hand had let go of her zanpakutou. I kept her zanpakutou sheet as a memento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my mind set on my goal, I met up with someone I have not seen in a long time, Hyuga Tenkai... I tracked him to the Oshu province of Japan. There I learned he had become a Vaizard himself, but he was not able to control the hollow inside of him. He was as powerfull as I was when I left Soul Society... I knew this because I tested him. In 2 days we tracked a hollow dark enough to be sent to Jigoku instead of being purified... Tankai-Chan killed him and when the doors to jigoku opened we steped in. We had to fought the usual welcome wagon, a HUGE skeleton guardian... piece of cake. We walked for a while and and then we forcefully interrogated some piece of crap devils that where hanging arround torturing souls... they told us that "the genearl would come"... "let him come I said" and he came... he tried to get rid of us using illutions; we both broke free and (since I don't know what tha fuck I am suposed to look for) told him we were looking for answers, he began fighting and said "one answer for every minute you survive"....&lt;br /&gt;My Ban Kai was very usefull, I wasn't hit in the whole brawl. Not before long I got out of him that there was a shinigami trapped in Jigoku, but he died before I could get more info out of him; "why?" you ask? Because Tankai-Chan used his hollow to attack the general and lost control of it so I kept fighting him to buy him some time... I didn't wanted to kill him... I wanted to keep to what Akane-Sensei told me. Eventually he fell to the ground un-hollowized and almost spent... he wasn't able to gain control of his dark side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later we saw a warehouse, we went to it and opened it... inside was none other that Mirumoto-San!!! Aparently he's been there for 400 years!! And inside that warehouse he couldn't feel anything so he went kindda nuts... he even strangled me for a few seconds (I was about to engage him in combat actually). We were talking and were interrupted by 2 guys, one very tall and with big muscles and stuff, the other was not as strong, they were wearing some sort of armor made out of bones ... the not tall was claping saying stuff like "long time no see" and shit; I wasn't sure what he meant and he said something like "Don't you remember me? Shinigami?" and he took his helmet off... It was Tseng Pai, the quincy we have fought when we were shinigami... he had a "-3" written on his forehead... the tall one took his helmet of and he was Radetsu-San, Kaoru-San's older brother which we have killed when we couldn't control our hollows... He has a "-2" written on his fore head... they were telling us to go with them, I refused at first, but then came this woman wearing the same kind of armor and as she took her helmet of she said "You are as always... What about me Kazehime? Will you trust to follow me?"... It was Kaoru-San and she had a "-1" written on her forehead... I never let it show but I was about to crumble... and I started following her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---The End---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll have to wait untill Tite Kubo finishes Bleach to play again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-3558018721912947063?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/3558018721912947063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=3558018721912947063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/3558018721912947063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/3558018721912947063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/12/bleach-masked.html' title='Bleach - Masked'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-1990148927723273696</id><published>2007-11-25T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T17:01:52.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tittle: The one that will kill you...</title><content type='html'>... has a thousand faces.&lt;br /&gt;He once was the average guy; not specificly tall, slim, no body marks, molds, scars... nothing. Theese days no one, not even him, knows what he'll look like untill it's time to go out and kill.&lt;br /&gt;Those close to him say he sometimes looks punkish; with black clothes, ties, sunglases and pink dyed hair... other times he seems like a modern metal head, with leather pants, boots, a shirt with it's sleeves rolled up and shoulder lenght hair... the only feature he never changes its a tattoo on his right forearm "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chi desidera la morte finale?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you manage to see through his disguise, and find &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fangs&lt;/span&gt; instead of teeth, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;claws&lt;/span&gt; instead of nails and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wolf's eyes&lt;/span&gt;; know that it's too late for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-1990148927723273696?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/1990148927723273696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=1990148927723273696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1990148927723273696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1990148927723273696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/11/tittle-one-that-will-kill-you.html' title='Tittle: The one that will kill you...'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-1145205730344929588</id><published>2007-11-12T00:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:10:39.195-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time for you to meet'/><title type='text'>Time for you to meet....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;X-Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;X Japan&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja" lang="ja"&gt;エックス ジャパン&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_help"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:Japanese" title="Help:Japanese"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_icon" style="padding: 0pt 0.1em; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 80%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; is a Japanese band founded in 1982 by Deyama Toshimitsu "Toshi"and Hayashi Yoshiki.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-amg_bio_0-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/X_japan#cite_note-amg_bio-0" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Originally named &lt;b&gt;X&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja" lang="ja"&gt;エックス&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), the group achieved its breakthrough success in 1989 with the release of their second album Blue Blood. They started out as a power/speed metal band and later gravitated towards a progressive sound, at all times retaining an emphasis on ballads. After three more albums, X Japan disbanded in 1997.&lt;/p&gt; Besides being one of the first Japanese acts to achieve mainstream success while on an independent label,&lt;sup id="cite_ref-eastern_standard_time_1-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/X_japan#cite_note-eastern_standard_time-1" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; the group is widely credited for pioneering the visual kei movement (characterized by the use of eccentric, sometimes flamboyant looks. This usually involves striking make-up, unusual hair styles and elaborate costumes, often, but not always, coupled with androgynous aesthetics),&lt;sup id="cite_ref-nytimes_matsumoto_2-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/X_japan#cite_note-nytimes_matsumoto-2" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-asiaarts_x_best_3-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/X_japan#cite_note-asiaarts_x_best-3" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;though the group's members toned down their on-stage attire in later years save for lead guitarrist Hideto Matsumoto "hide", who died in 1998.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-looks_videos_4-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/X_japan#cite_note-looks_videos-4" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; As of 2007, the band has sold over twenty million records and over two million home videos.&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/X_japan#cite_note-sales_saw4soundtrack-5" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band broke up in 1997. X Japan performed their farewell show at the Tokyo Dome on 31 December, making it the last of five consecutive New Year's Eve the group performed in that stadium. In 2007 the band came together again, without replacing hide, and on 2008 they gave several concerts and are on schedule for more shows outside of Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Kurenai - Last Live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q7_v3xf4RUU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q7_v3xf4RUU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weekend - Back when they were Visual Kei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AdXcU0Z4RVo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AdXcU0Z4RVo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forever Love - Last Live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/myWmu-wIym0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/myWmu-wIym0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-1145205730344929588?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/1145205730344929588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=1145205730344929588&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1145205730344929588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1145205730344929588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-for-you-to-meet.html' title='Time for you to meet....'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-5261002188641421655</id><published>2007-11-09T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T18:48:58.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>METAL!!</title><content type='html'>You can count on me for spreading metal all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;Vote Guaji!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Animetal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kotetsu Jeeg no Uta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nkQA4xUXs14&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nkQA4xUXs14&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-5261002188641421655?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/5261002188641421655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=5261002188641421655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/5261002188641421655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/5261002188641421655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/11/metal.html' title='METAL!!'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-7432061846467795877</id><published>2007-11-04T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:27:13.022-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That Piss Me'/><title type='text'>That Pisses Me Off - Part XI</title><content type='html'>Hello children. As you know I am a guy who likes to complain about stuff.... a LOT... and you have been able to see that I do complain a lot indeed thanks to the "That Pisses Me Off" posts.&lt;br /&gt;Now, after all this time I have come to acknowledge one thing... I don't like when people tell me that I complain a lot... so as of right now I am concluiding the "That Pisses Me Off" series. This will be it's last entry! Really no more complains from me; unless of course it's something out of the ordinary... in that case I would writte something up, but it'll have to be something reaaaaaally anoying.... like my gramma or the emo (that means only 2 posts out of 11 that I have written would get published).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.... I don't like when people tell me that I complain too much so I'm not complaing anymore. Say goodbye to the "That Pisses Me Off" posts, althoug I don't think anyone would miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics? You wouldn't get it... So I'll post a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VzZ4maOhTvs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VzZ4maOhTvs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-7432061846467795877?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/7432061846467795877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=7432061846467795877&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/7432061846467795877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/7432061846467795877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/11/that-pisses-me-off-part-xi.html' title='That Pisses Me Off - Part XI'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-5522236693097973896</id><published>2007-10-29T01:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T02:20:33.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diaries of Vengance</title><content type='html'>According to historical record, Da Ji was the beautiful daughter of a noble family named Su in the state of Yousu in the Great China. In 1047 BC, Zhou, the king of Shang, conquered the state of Su and took Daji as his trophy. When she began acting weird they called her a witch, a sorceress, people claimed that she was a nine tailed fox demon in disguise! Years later,during the 3 kingdoms era, Lu Bu of the Han Dynasty killed 2 of his adoptive fathers and his adoptive son, and what does people thought of him? The greatest warrior there was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are blind, they failed to see back then, fail to see now and will forever fail to see what Da Ji really was... The only thing she ever wanted was the greatest of conquest: Japan! But she was executed before he could set her plans in motion... however her executioner forgot something... If you want to get rid of a bad weed in your garden you need to unroot it, not just cut it. Her family lived on and kept trying to acomplish the imposible, and finally after almost 3000 years I, Da Qui, will acomplish that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Xiaoyi boy doesn't know what's ahead of him, aparently Da Ji was right, a man would do whatever you want if you please him enough... a few more days and the serpent will be under my control; once that happens... oh this IS too good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;29/10/2007 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-5522236693097973896?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/5522236693097973896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=5522236693097973896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/5522236693097973896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/5522236693097973896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/10/diaries-of-vengance.html' title='Diaries of Vengance'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-195748115586604813</id><published>2007-10-24T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T03:56:58.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Japan 22-10-07</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wWIgokujH6I&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wWIgokujH6I&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m calling you, dear&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see me standing right here&lt;br /&gt;Life is bleeding from fear&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give it straight from my vein.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The full lyrics have yet to be released.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-195748115586604813?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/195748115586604813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=195748115586604813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/195748115586604813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/195748115586604813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/10/x-japan-22-10-07.html' title='X-Japan 22-10-07'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-4887689183482976866</id><published>2007-10-24T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T13:40:31.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mudvayne - LD 50&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Monolith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[First voice]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...These symptoms suggested that our evolution, I suppose, from the animal kingdom into the human kingdom itself was catalyzed, or triggered by our encounter with these hallucinogenics, and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Second voice]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Yes, we are an ape with a symbiotic relationship to a mushroom, and that has given us self reflection, language, religion and all the spectrum of effects that flow from these things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[First voice again]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...And one can only wonder how these hallucinogens might effect our future evolution as well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Second voice again]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...They have brought us to this point, and as we make our relationship to them conscious, we may be able to take control of our future evolutionary path...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-4887689183482976866?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/4887689183482976866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=4887689183482976866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/4887689183482976866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/4887689183482976866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/10/lyrics-ii.html' title='Lyrics II'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-1095018544314890279</id><published>2007-10-06T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T02:03:02.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>aodhide???</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered why aodhide? It is not my nickname, screen name, and beliveme when I say that not a soul on earth has called me that; so why the name?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's quite simple actually; aod stans for "Archangel of Death" -my nickname on msn- and Hide was X-Japan's lead guitar! Those guys are some sort of idols for me.&lt;br /&gt;But who were those guys? And why did I picked them? I know... but you don't, so I'll spell it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/55/Morgan-angelofdeath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/55/Morgan-angelofdeath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Archangel of Death thing bagan quite stupidly actually. A few years back I changed my msn nickname from MP-Ikari to Archangel of Death... I wanted to go with Angel of Death, but Archangels are cooler and rock harder. That night a friend of mine asked me why the name, so I said the whole and compleate truth, "it sounds cool", to wich she answered "do you know that is a character from the bible?". Now, I'm not a religious person, but I looked it up on the internet... I read his story and I liked it. Here's his story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Azrael was the descendant of the high priests of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aaron&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;. He served as a scribe for the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babylonian exile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;second Temple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Jerusalem period. During the early Christian period he became known as &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esdras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;, the prophet who bears witness to the coming of the Messiah. It was this early Christian story that claimed Azrael ascended into heaven without tasting death. He was also mentioned in the Christian heretic &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marcion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;'s records concerning the "Angel of Law". He is generally depicted as an &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;archangel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; under the command of God rather than in the fashion of the figure of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Death personified&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Depending on the outlook and precepts of various &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;religions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; in which he is a figure, Azrael is portrayed as residing in the third &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;. He has four faces and four thousand wings, and his whole body consists of eyes and tongues, the number of which corresponds to the number of people inhabiting the earth. He will be the last to die, recording and erasing constantly in a large book the names of men at birth and death, respectively. [Rf: Hastings, Encyclopaedia of Religion and Ethics IV, 617]&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exodus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; 12:12, when God inflicts the tenth and final plague on Egypt (the death of the firstborn), it is said that Azrael was the one that actually came and took the souls of the firstborn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got that from Wikipedia.com; thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all with the aod thing... now comes Hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://usuarios.lycos.es/zilchide1/2hide65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand" height="767" alt="" src="http://usuarios.lycos.es/zilchide1/2hide65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you all know, my favorite band is X-Japan, and my favorite band member is Hide; who is he? Hideto Matsumoto was born in St Joseph's Hospital, Midorigaoka, Yokosuka, on December 13, 1964. He entered kindergarten in 1968, studying English for three years, followed by an enrollment in Yokosuka Tokiwa Junior High School. He was first exposed to rock and roll music at the age of fifteen, through the album Alive! by Kiss. In the same year his grandmother bought him his first electric guitar, a Gibson Les Paul Deluxe. On March 11, 1980, Matsumoto graduated from Tokiwa Junior High School. He then entered Zushi Kaisei Senior High School in Zushi, Kanagawa, where he entered the school's brass band as a club activity. He quit the band soon though, because he was assigned the clarinet, while he wanted to play the trumpet. After this, he concentrated on guitar playing and in 1981, formed the independent band Saver Tiger. A year after their founding, they started playing shows at live houses in Yokosuka, such as Rock City. In April 1983 he started attending cosmetology and fashion school at the Hollywood Beauty Salon in present-day Roppongi Hills, from which he graduated with outstanding results in 1984. Later that year he took a nationwide examination and successfully obtained a beautician license. In July 1985 Saver Tiger released the self-titled EP. In November, the band contributed to the Heavy Metal Force sampler series, which would also include songs by X Japan later on. In 1986 the group changed its name to Yokosuka Saver Tiger to avoid confusion with a similarly-named band from Sapporo. Their first appearance with the new name was on the sampler Devil Must Be Driven out with Devil. They continued to perform in live houses and night clubs such as Meguro Rokumeikan, Omiya Freaks and Meguro Live Station. Hide joined X Japan (then called X) in 1987. He became the band's lead guitarist and occasional songwriter, composing songs like "Celebration", "Joker" and the single "Scars". Shortly after the release of the album Art of Life, the members of X Japan took a break, to start solo projects. Around that time, the group also dropped most of its original visual kei aesthetics, the exception being Matsumoto, who would still perform in wildly colorful outfits and with his trademark pink hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hideto Matsumoto died on May 2, 1998. After a night out drinking, he was found hanged with a towel tied to a doorknob in his Tokyo apartment, his death shocking the Japanese public. Three fans died in copycat suicides, of the 50,000 people who attended his funeral, nearly 60 were hospitalized and about 200 received medical treatment in first aid tents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. Now you know why you must type aodhide to get here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X-Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Drain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="drain"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music: hide words: hide &amp;amp; Toshi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talk to my troubled brain, if yon can feel my pain, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so much hurting that's living in my head &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I can barely breathe, and now my heart's disease &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and my name and my life have been stepped on and on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, no you made a fool of me, there is no way out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going down the drain. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The name of God in vain, you pushed me I'm insane, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dissolution is knocking on my door. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't stop my bitter tears, oh take away my fears, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;body and soul is blown up into pieces. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh cry out, I want to be free... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dry out, I want to know the truth. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me drain my feelings out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laugh like a drain. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My emotions scream. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me drain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I can speak my mind. I'm so blind, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am left in a land with just solitude, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;has this become my fate, who's next to be your bait, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vicious cycle repeating on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cry out, I want to be loved. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dry out, I want to see dreams. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh cry out, I want to be free. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dry out, I want to know the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me drain my feelings out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laugh like a drain. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My emotions scream. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me drain my feelings out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laugh like a drain. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My emotions scream. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me drain! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-1095018544314890279?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/1095018544314890279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=1095018544314890279&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1095018544314890279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1095018544314890279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/10/aodhide.html' title='aodhide???'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-5328088192601808626</id><published>2007-10-02T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:27:13.022-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That Piss Me'/><title type='text'>That Pisses Me Off - Part X</title><content type='html'>mmm like 2 weeks ago I was put in a situation that was uncorfotable for me, I had to wait on someone to decide on something... I don't like to be in that place; first of all I don't compleatly trust other people when it come to making good calls; and second, it leaves me in a position in wich I am not in control.&lt;br /&gt;Still I was ok with that... but, hey, I'm me... and I have to get pissed, so thanks life for giving me reasons to be, because otherwise I would turn emo.&lt;br /&gt;Just today that place where I was swichted from being unconfortable to unacceptable... now I'm left in a place where I don't know what to do! In other words &lt;em&gt;"me tiraron la cachua"&lt;/em&gt; (yes people, laugh your lungs out), and &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; is what pisses me off! It is &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; anoying to not be able to know what the fuck my next move it's gonna be that I might just do something stupid to get out of there... find a quick unefficient solution to the problem at hand, just to get rid of it; it's fucked up I know... but what can I say... shit happend, no?&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, it pisses me off not to know what to next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Iron Maiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Hallowed Be Thy Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sands of time for me are running low &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the priest comes to read me the last rites &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I take a look through the bars at the last sights &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of a world that has gone very wrong for me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can it be there's some sort of error &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hard to stop the surmounting terror &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it really the end not some crazy dream &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not so easy to stop from screaming &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But words escape me when I try to speak &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears they flow but why am I crying &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After all I am not afraid of dying &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't believe that there is never an end &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the guards march me out to the courtyard &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone calls from a cell "God be with you" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there's a God then why has he let me die? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I walk all my life drifts before me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And though the end is near I'm not sorry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Catch my soul cos it's willing to fly away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mark my words please believe my soul lives on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't worry now that I have gone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've gone beyond to see the truth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you know that your time is close at hand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe then you'll begin to understand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life down there is just a strange illusion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-5328088192601808626?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/5328088192601808626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=5328088192601808626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/5328088192601808626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/5328088192601808626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/10/that-pisses-me-off-part-x.html' title='That Pisses Me Off - Part X'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-511539538122238741</id><published>2007-10-02T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T13:00:36.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;... here's your cake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2006/02/13/chocolate_narrowweb__300x435,0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope you like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-511539538122238741?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/511539538122238741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=511539538122238741&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/511539538122238741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/511539538122238741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom...'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-4963468816198675406</id><published>2007-06-26T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T22:50:50.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Venezuela Vs Bolivia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Que lo vengan a ver! Que lo vengan a ver! Ese no es un arbitro es una PUTA de cabaret!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que lo vengan a ver! Que lo vengan a ver! Ese no es un arbitro es una PUTA de cabaret!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que lo vengan a ver! Que lo vengan a ver! Ese no es un arbitro es una PUTA de cabaret!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que lo vengan a ver! Que lo vengan a ver! Ese no es un arbitro es una PUTA de cabaret!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que lo vengan a ver! Que lo vengan a ver! Ese no es un arbitro es una PUTA de cabaret!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-4963468816198675406?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/4963468816198675406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=4963468816198675406&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/4963468816198675406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/4963468816198675406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/06/venezuela-vs-bolivia.html' title='Venezuela Vs Bolivia'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-8004998296510676304</id><published>2007-06-18T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:04:15.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/RndJxJ0VfRI/AAAAAAAAACE/P_muwdpbYU8/s1600-h/43287656_CokeCan01JPEG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077608213681372434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/RndJxJ0VfRI/AAAAAAAAACE/P_muwdpbYU8/s400/43287656_CokeCan01JPEG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was a kid I tasted CocaCola... and I liked it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, a crapload of years later, I'm gonna write about the Coke theory made up by Annie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you give CocaCola to someone for the first time, one of this 2 things can happen:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.- He/She dislike it, in wich case he/she wont like Coke.... ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.- He/she can like it, in wich case he/she WILL like Coke for all eternity....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The same thing happens with people... If you meet someone, and you like that someone, you feel attracted to that someone, that person will be "special" for the rest of your life... you wont just stop liking that person, just as you wont stop liking Coke... you might not drink Coke because it makes yu fat, or because you are on a diet or because you made a bet or whatever man... but even though you are not drinking Coke, bottom line is you still like Coke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that "special" someone becomes your coke! You think it's stupid? If so, YOU are the stupid; because whether you like itor not there is always that special someone that rocks your world no matter how long you have been married or whatever... aint that right -Acid-? I thought so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well children, think about it... tonight before going to bed, ask yourselves this "Who are my Cokes?" and then send some text messages or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lyrics? nah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-8004998296510676304?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/8004998296510676304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=8004998296510676304&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/8004998296510676304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/8004998296510676304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/06/coke.html' title='Coke'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/RndJxJ0VfRI/AAAAAAAAACE/P_muwdpbYU8/s72-c/43287656_CokeCan01JPEG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-2180687002817812132</id><published>2007-05-29T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T20:24:53.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RCTV</title><content type='html'>A wise man once said something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you wanna stay lab rats here or do you wanna go outsideand play hell with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you just complain and worsen the trafic of the cities or will you do something about it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you plan on doing somthing, them Im with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-2180687002817812132?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/2180687002817812132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=2180687002817812132&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/2180687002817812132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/2180687002817812132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/05/rctv.html' title='RCTV'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-6486478523371821268</id><published>2007-05-11T00:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T01:10:22.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>X - Songs</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna write down every X-Japan song I can thnk of right now and the write what, or who, coms into my mind when I'm listenig to that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album: Vanishing Vision&lt;br /&gt;01.- Dear Loser: Noting&lt;br /&gt;02.- Vanshin Love: Dragonlance Novels&lt;br /&gt;03.- Phatom of Guilt: Once I screwed up, everytime I listen to this I think of that&lt;br /&gt;04.- Sadistic Desire: Karol; this is your song babe.&lt;br /&gt;05.- Give me the Pleasure: Me back in Caracas before I dicovered Role&lt;br /&gt;06.- I'll Kill You: This reminds me when yo and I broke up hon&lt;br /&gt;07.- Alive: Nothin in Particular&lt;br /&gt;08.- Kurenai: A lot of red feelings&lt;br /&gt;09.- Un-Finished: -Acid-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album: Blue Blood&lt;br /&gt;01.- Prologe: Noting&lt;br /&gt;02.- Blue Blood: Zephiro Raze&lt;br /&gt;03.- Weekend: Decemer 2004, remember kid?&lt;br /&gt;04.- Easy Fight Rambling: Nothing&lt;br /&gt;05.- X: Caracas&lt;br /&gt;06.- Endless Rain: A LOOOOONG subway ride after class&lt;br /&gt;07.- Kurenai: They sing it in japanese here, but it's the same feeling&lt;br /&gt;08.- Xclamation: Same as Give me the Pleasure&lt;br /&gt;09.- Orgasm: That hot girl that bit my ear&lt;br /&gt;10.- Celebration: Nothing really&lt;br /&gt;11.- Rose of Pain: Some blonde&lt;br /&gt;12.- Unfinished: Almost same tittle, different song, still -Acid-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abum: Jealously (This is my favorite)&lt;br /&gt;01.- Es-Dur no Piano Sen: When a teacher returns a test andI didn't do good in it&lt;br /&gt;02.- Silent Jelously: Karol&lt;br /&gt;03.- Miscast: Nothig&lt;br /&gt;04.- Desperae Angel: -Acid- and Annie&lt;br /&gt;05.- White wind from Mr. Martin - Pata's nap: Peace&lt;br /&gt;06.- Voiceless Screaming: I once was inlove and she didn't love me back&lt;br /&gt;07.- Stab me in the Back: When I got back here&lt;br /&gt;08.- Love Replica: A circus&lt;br /&gt;09.- Joker: Nothing&lt;br /&gt;10.- Say Anything: Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album: Dahlia&lt;br /&gt;01.- Dahlia: An old friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;02.- Scars: All my time in Caracas&lt;br /&gt;03.- Longing: When mari used to leave here&lt;br /&gt;04.- Rusty Nail: Pao-Chan&lt;br /&gt;05.- White Poem I: Tati&lt;br /&gt;06.- Crucify my Love: Love in general&lt;br /&gt;07.- Tears: Every tear I didn't shed in 2 years&lt;br /&gt;08.- Wriggle: Enough! I wanna listen to drain&lt;br /&gt;09.- Drain: May 2002&lt;br /&gt;10.- Forever Love: -Acid-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singles - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;Standing Sex: A lot of random girls&lt;br /&gt;Art of Life: My whole life&lt;br /&gt;The last Song: I get depressed to this song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-6486478523371821268?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/6486478523371821268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=6486478523371821268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/6486478523371821268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/6486478523371821268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/05/x-songs.html' title='X - Songs'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-1111281180688046933</id><published>2007-05-02T00:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T00:27:58.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May the 2nd, 1998</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We remember....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/RjgRn-7gQ-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/3EdNvH49s1k/s1600-h/Hide_A_chair_fit_for_a_king_by_jessi_with_crunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059813559955899362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/RjgRn-7gQ-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/3EdNvH49s1k/s400/Hide_A_chair_fit_for_a_king_by_jessi_with_crunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...hide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's been 9 years since hide's death.&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye - hide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say good bye tada Good bye&lt;br /&gt;Subete no wazurawashisa ni Good bye&lt;br /&gt;Say good bye tada Good bye&lt;br /&gt;Kawaru koto osorezuni Good bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atemo naku tada aruite&lt;br /&gt;Tsukareta hibi no takara ni Good bye&lt;br /&gt;Susundeyuku michishirube wa&lt;br /&gt;Saisho to onaji kaze no mama ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't find a way&lt;br /&gt;Ikutsu mono Winding road&lt;br /&gt;Sora ni te wo kazashite Round &amp; round&lt;br /&gt;Mada minu tochi ni fuan oboenagara&lt;br /&gt;Chiisana uta ni tazuneru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please songs tell me true&lt;br /&gt;Kimi no melody&lt;br /&gt;Doko ni itemo naritsudzuketeiru&lt;br /&gt;Mata itsuka hitori mayottemo&lt;br /&gt;Kikoetanara karoyaka ni arukidaseru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say good bye tada Good bye&lt;br /&gt;Kizutsuku no wo osorezuni Good bye&lt;br /&gt;Te no naka no machi kirenai&lt;br /&gt;Omoi wa subete suteteyukou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please songs tell me true&lt;br /&gt;Kimi no melody&lt;br /&gt;Doko ni itemo naritsudzuketeiru&lt;br /&gt;Moshi dokoka hitori mayottemo&lt;br /&gt;Utaetanara shinayaka ni arukidaseru&lt;br /&gt;Good bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-1111281180688046933?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/1111281180688046933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=1111281180688046933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1111281180688046933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1111281180688046933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/05/may-2nd-1998.html' title='May the 2nd, 1998'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/RjgRn-7gQ-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/3EdNvH49s1k/s72-c/Hide_A_chair_fit_for_a_king_by_jessi_with_crunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-5543720995953619353</id><published>2007-04-15T18:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T11:25:12.537-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nakama'/><title type='text'>Nakama I</title><content type='html'>Nakama is a japanase word, slang is you will... It is used when talking about your closest friends, those you care for enough to get into trouble to help them and stuff... I'll be talking about those guys for now on every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;To talk about each and everyone of them, one by one, post by post would take too long... so I'm gonna add 2 or 3 or them together at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I'm gonna talk about 4 cute girls... good ones, not like the ones that I've written in the "That Pisss me Off" series; I guess not all of the work fo the devil, or at least they don't have full time jobs.&lt;br /&gt;In order of apereance in my life they are First Girl, Second Girl, Third Girl and Fourth Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/RiLCF2qCT7I/AAAAAAAAABE/Bc7ODpAOqMc/s1600-h/marilips.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/RiLCF2qCT7I/AAAAAAAAABE/Bc7ODpAOqMc/s320/marilips.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053815137690079154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You first... how can I describe you? I cannot recall the first time I saw you and actually I never really cared muh about you at the begining, but year by year that relationshp of not really caring began to change, and it got to he point where I now see you as one of the most important people in my life... you are great kid. You are one of the sweetest most tender and caring people I've ever known, you just graduated of the best career that I can imagine for you.. you're gonna be a great nurse and I wish you the best of luck beba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/RiLCuWqCT9I/AAAAAAAAABU/ntAeijgeUhg/s1600-h/emotion.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/RiLCuWqCT9I/AAAAAAAAABU/ntAeijgeUhg/s320/emotion.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053815833474781138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Number 2. Hehehe, you are the only one on earth that can get info out of me that easily, that is an acomplishment. When I met you you just were my friend's friend, just another one from the bunch that came when Machorro got together with Lucci; and although I remember seeing you as the most interesting of them, still I never did shit to get in contact with you or whatever. Years passed, my hair got long, then it got not so long and then it went back to the way it was when I met you and just like my hair changed so did our relationship, from one thing to the other. We've been through a lot and that lot has made me grow up, althoug no matter the age or whatever you are always gonna be bigger than me in a lot of ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/RiLC8mqCT-I/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgxDk5YjQjU/s1600-h/mikieyes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/RiLC8mqCT-I/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgxDk5YjQjU/s320/mikieyes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053816078287917026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Number 3. I wish I knew how are you doing... If you are doing, to beging with. Haven't heard from you in months; but I remember you well, talking on the phone on your window. To me you were special, in a way you always made me belive that you and I were very alike, and when I got to know you I was surprised to see that you and I were like the exact same thing! The only diference is that you are cute and I'm not. You were as lonely as I was, but we were lonely by choice... loners by nature. I remember everything very well... I remember the subway, that Bush song "The Chemical Between Us", the tree, a lot of pain, a call at like 2am and the moomlight coming through the shades of the window on your room. I miss you. I need my holy lonely light to keep me from theese heavy lonely nights I've been having of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/RiLDvmqCUAI/AAAAAAAAABs/1X4Aw279h3U/s1600-h/ksmile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/RiLDvmqCUAI/AAAAAAAAABs/1X4Aw279h3U/s320/ksmile.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053816954461245442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least, you. I am truly, deeply, and sincerily in love with you kid... I wish I were a better person that could like, give you more.. but I'm not. You got me like no one else have gotten me before... you are cute, funny and weird.. but a good kindda weird, not like some psycho wannabe I know of. We have also been trhough a lot, and you have made me do things that I never thought I would do, things that I swore not to do; and even though I love you, I have like felt everything for you: from love to hate... everything.... well, everything but pitty... I don't pitty anyone, that's a bad thing to do. And that's everything I'm gonna ay about you... I have more, but that'd be for you only.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so ends my first Nakama post, stay tuned for more, you may be in th next one.&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics? I was listening to Amethyst, but that is clasical so no lyrics this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-5543720995953619353?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/5543720995953619353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=5543720995953619353&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/5543720995953619353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/5543720995953619353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/04/nankama-i.html' title='Nakama I'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/RiLCF2qCT7I/AAAAAAAAABE/Bc7ODpAOqMc/s72-c/marilips.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-3515374961605097633</id><published>2007-04-01T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:18:31.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Arashi...</title><content type='html'>I told you I was gonna get it as soon as they paid me, and here it is: ARASHI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/RhAgob7cVWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Vp-6Zufsp-4/s1600-h/ARASHI!!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/RhAgob7cVWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Vp-6Zufsp-4/s400/ARASHI!!.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048571061346260322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means storm, th second level of wind; I got it last friday (that's March 30).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics? yup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tierra Santa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermano Del Viento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más allá de las nubes&lt;br /&gt;Dormía mí&lt;br /&gt;Libertad&lt;br /&gt;La encontré cautiva llorando&lt;br /&gt;Su amarga soledad&lt;br /&gt;Soñé que su llanto&lt;br /&gt;Acogía mi aliento&lt;br /&gt;Tuve un sueño&lt;br /&gt;Soñé ser parte del cielo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viaje con el viento&lt;br /&gt;Danzando en la tempestad&lt;br /&gt;Le entregue mi alma&lt;br /&gt;Perdida&lt;br /&gt;Buscando su amistad&lt;br /&gt;Sentí su lamento&lt;br /&gt;Descender de lo alto&lt;br /&gt;El me ofreció su hogar&lt;br /&gt;Yo ser su hermano&lt;br /&gt;No dejare de soñar&lt;br /&gt;Ni perderé su lamento&lt;br /&gt;Solo añoro poder ser hermano del viento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuve un sueño&lt;br /&gt;Soñé ser parte del cielo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-3515374961605097633?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/3515374961605097633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=3515374961605097633&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/3515374961605097633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/3515374961605097633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/04/arashi.html' title='Arashi...'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/RhAgob7cVWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Vp-6Zufsp-4/s72-c/ARASHI!!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-6970388711728869060</id><published>2007-03-29T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T12:49:04.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycodelik Violence Crime of Visual Shock!!!!</title><content type='html'>Shit man... this is too fucking rock and roll... I read this and I just began trembling man.... shit...&lt;br /&gt;I'll just let you read 3 things taken from arround the web...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"On February 11, 2007 a possible reunion was announced; later, on March 21, Toshi confirmed on his site that he had spent some days at Yoshiki's studio rehearsing some parts of Without you. He also confirmed that the reformation would start soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken from Wikipedia.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had a chance to visit Los Angeles, U.S. for several days recently.&lt;br /&gt;I met an old friend of mine at his recording studio during my stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited the studio after 10 years, it was much bigger than before, &lt;br /&gt;and to my suprise, its facilities and recording machineries were much more gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one of the top quality recording studios ever!&lt;br /&gt;I was glad it was just like him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a song created by my friend at the world best studio.&lt;br /&gt;We had a common friend who died almost 10 years ago, &lt;br /&gt;and the song came out of the sorrow, heartache and despair from the experience.&lt;br /&gt;He said he made it at one sitting a few days after the friend's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such an authentic ballad of his favorite style, &lt;br /&gt;with sad and ephemeral introduction by the piano overlapped with some beautiful melodies of the strings&lt;br /&gt; and furthermore temporarily recorded male vocal.&lt;br /&gt;I could not stop crying to hear the song, &lt;br /&gt;and I wished from the bottom of my heart that it will reach the whole world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sang the song along the piano by my friend. He said he really wanted me to sing it. &lt;br /&gt;He showed me its melody playing every single note elaborately and I sang like tracing it. &lt;br /&gt;Words became a song with such a unique melody and rhythm of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chose the right key for me, &lt;br /&gt;saying "It will be just right for you to sing somewhat a tough key rather than a safe and comfortable one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to sing it all through, and tears welled up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One song tells much more than million words."&lt;br /&gt;That is what my old friend said with a strained voice.&lt;br /&gt;He also seemed crying through his glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a moment when both of us deeply touched. &lt;br /&gt;Without many words, one song connected us again.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, our dear and lost friend did it for us.&lt;br /&gt;Brought up together since childhood for 37 years, &lt;br /&gt;we kept on running together anyway. &lt;br /&gt;I got tired of dashing for the world market and told him that I would leave 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to sing songs to heal desolate hearts of mine and other people. &lt;br /&gt;And I traved all though Japan for these 10 years, &lt;br /&gt;directly meeting thousands of children, the old, truly a large number of people and singing for them.&lt;br /&gt;It had been such a decate with heartfelt events, tears and learnings for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Rooted on this precious experience,&lt;br /&gt;I would like to sing and send this song of life generated from a sadness for a lost friend for our age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new project is about to start soon,&lt;br /&gt;with this "One Song telling more than Million Words".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOSHI&lt;br /&gt;March 21, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken from www.naturallyart.net&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK, and X Japan…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like…….Why now? ..... Why, why, why……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest….. it took years to conquer the pain and sadness….. maybe not yet, I still cannot listen to…… or watch X Japan's videos….. without tears….. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" MY OWN  GODDAMN BAND" ….. I can't listen to it without crying…… HOW CAN I BE IN IT AGAIN? …… IT HURTS SO MUCH…… TO EVEN TALK ABOUT  ...... X JAPAN….. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can play the drums. I think I can play them even harder than before…… of course my injured neck and wrists hurt….. but SO WHAT!!! ….. I don't give a fuck about that kind of pain….. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mentally….. I don't know if I can take it….. I'm not saying if I'll do it or not….. I talked to Toshi (vocalist)……. He called me almost towards the end of last year….. for the first time since we went our separate ways……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toshi and I..... we grew up together…........ I don't know  ….. I don't know…. I don't …… know …….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are lyrics of the song "WITHOUT YOU" ….. That, I wrote, right after Hide's death….. also, I had to do so many takes of piano recording, because of the tears falling down and flooding the piano keys, and my fingers kept slipping again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's somebody to sing this song ….. I think it should be Toshi….. but …… I don't know….. I don't know….. I don't fucking know….. It's too painful to……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I don't want to make you feel depressed or anything like that….. but so many people have been asking me about this, so I had to say something…… just let me….. have…… a little more time……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOSHIKI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken from the blog at www.myspace.com/yoshiki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now you see... no more words for me to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics?... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Band Anthem]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samekitta machi ni wakare o tsuge&lt;br /&gt;arekuruu shigeki ni mi wo sarase&lt;br /&gt;aitsu no hitomi wa hikari-useta&lt;br /&gt;moekuruu kokoro wa ayatsurenai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#midareta ai ni nagasare omae wa subete wo ushinatta&lt;br /&gt; karada tsuranuku sakebi de omae no kokoro kowashite yaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi-tsuita kotoba nage-sutete&lt;br /&gt;harisakeru kokoro wo toki-hanate&lt;br /&gt;furishikiru ame ni se wo mukete&lt;br /&gt;ikizuku yatsura ni kotoba wa nai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umoreta toki tomado omae wa akumu wo samayo&lt;br /&gt;chi no kifuruwasu NOISE de omae no kokoro kowashite yaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*X! kanjite miro! X! sakende miro! X! subete nugisutero!&lt;br /&gt; X! kanjite miro! X! sakende miro! X! kokoro moyase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X! YOU DON'T HAVE TO HESITATE!&lt;br /&gt;GET YOURSELF OUT!&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW YOU ARE THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;LET'S GET CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[* repeat]&lt;br /&gt;[# repeat]&lt;br /&gt;[* repeat x2]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-6970388711728869060?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/6970388711728869060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=6970388711728869060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/6970388711728869060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/6970388711728869060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/03/psycodelik-violence-crime-of-visual.html' title='Psycodelik Violence Crime of Visual Shock!!!!'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-5292295035650960878</id><published>2007-03-15T00:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T01:31:21.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>... and for you... and you... and how to forget you?</title><content type='html'>Here's a quick one, just a few notes for a few people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you know that I used to talk to that picture you gave me?&lt;br /&gt;- Help me, would you?&lt;br /&gt;- I can not belive it came to this, you should fix it!&lt;br /&gt;- I'm bored you know?&lt;br /&gt;- How long will you ba able to take it?&lt;br /&gt;- There once was a man you know?&lt;br /&gt;- Are you alive?&lt;br /&gt;- It has gotten to the point where I am starting not to care... I don't like it&lt;br /&gt;- What the fuck are you wating for?&lt;br /&gt;- I scored a goal with a rabona kick in PES 6!&lt;br /&gt;- I miss you&lt;br /&gt;- Yes you were&lt;br /&gt;- Maybe it's because that wich you crave migth come true very soon, idk&lt;br /&gt;- How the fuck do you want me to shut up?&lt;br /&gt;- So?&lt;br /&gt;- I wasn't thinking&lt;br /&gt;- I love you baby&lt;br /&gt;- That is a truckload of bullshit you know?!&lt;br /&gt;- I'm gonna get inked as soon as they pay me&lt;br /&gt;- I'd had control over people's emotions... you know, make them love me or hate themselves and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, they are good, damn!!&lt;br /&gt;- I never got the chance to thank you so... thanks kid&lt;br /&gt;- Idk, I guess it's because it's the team that I used to pick when I was a kid playing on my 8 bit nintendo&lt;br /&gt;- I'd have to say that 40% laying on my back and 60% laying on one of my sides&lt;br /&gt;- Like 6 months or so&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, I am sorry&lt;br /&gt;- You should back off man; people get tired you know?&lt;br /&gt;- No I don't, and I bet my ass that none of them care either&lt;br /&gt;- No more role for you, unless you are playing solo&lt;br /&gt;- I still have that bottle of lotion and since last time you used it, it has been untouched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww fuck this, Im going to bed... no lyrics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-5292295035650960878?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/5292295035650960878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=5292295035650960878&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/5292295035650960878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/5292295035650960878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-for-you-and-you-and-how-to-forget.html' title='... and for you... and you... and how to forget you?'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-6955718630491543018</id><published>2007-02-10T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:27:13.022-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That Piss Me'/><title type='text'>That Pisses me Off, Part IX</title><content type='html'>Ok, I think we all know what regetton, or however the hell that blasphemous word is written, is...but Im gonna tell you anyway just in case someone doesn't know about that... plus it gives me more chance to talk trash. Reaggeton, or however the hell that blasphemous word is written, is shit made music... no no, it's vandalism, promiscuity (the wrog kind of promiscuity, IF there is a good kind), machism, more vandalism, a lot lot lot of shit and stupidity made into music, IF that can be called music at all. You may think "and why, oh why, is this dude thinking that regetonn, or however the hell that blasphemous word is written, is not music", and I'll tell you why.... The broadest definition of music I could find was "organized vibration", or "a form of art that involves organized and audible sounds and silences".... see that? ORGANIZED! &lt;br /&gt;Well you know what, I just proved that I am wrong, reegaetonn, or however the hell that blasphemous word is written, IS organized... every single one of the artists of that kind of "music" got organized into using the same beat for each and everyone of their songs; a very repetitive, dull and not very original bass beat.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on we get to the lyrics... It pretty much resmues to "Im cool 'cuz I kill if someone looks at me the wrong way, I fuck everything that moves and I drink so I look cool when I do the first 2 things", unless it's a "don omar" song (who chooses that name? damn!) and it'll go like "I love her and I fuck her, but she is my best friend wife and I am terribly deppressed for fucking her; BUT I do not plan on stoping because it just feels too good".&lt;br /&gt;You might be supreised by how much I know about reagetoon, or however the hell that blasphemous word is written, but my bro is a fucking fan... and I say "fucking fan" because he fucks to that "music".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, and closing on the subject because I think it got a bit long, I really loathe this "music" because in my opinion, and I hope at least one of you support me on this, it has led to a stepback in the evolution of the human mind, to a growth in the general stupidity of the cultures that listen to it, and BIG ASS increase on the birth rate... in my country at least; and what can one expect? How do you think people would behave when the media tells them that whats "fashionable" is whatever those songs talk about?&lt;br /&gt;Im not saying that heavy metal, hard rock, or whatever I like is better or just the best that there is; I'm just saying that riegaettom, or however the hell that blasphemous word is written, damages society and it should cease to exist.&lt;br /&gt;Like I've said before, I respect everyone tastes, but the right to talk trash about what I dislike is mine and mine alone, this is, after all, a free country... mostly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn... just typing reagguetom, or however the hell that blasphemous word is written, is disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics?... k...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEAVY METAL THUNDER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Anchang/Speed Star Sypan Joe/Samurai W. Kenjilaw&lt;br /&gt;Music: Anchang &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bukiyou no mama ja ikite yukenai&lt;br /&gt;I BELIEVE HEAVY METAL POWER&lt;br /&gt;Kuso majime na dake ju nani ka tori nai&lt;br /&gt;I BELIEVE HEAVY METAL POWER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taikutsu na yoru ni, omae wo yobu koe&lt;br /&gt;Kiken na hodo ni, mitsumete&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU READY TO ROCK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAVY METAL THUNDER! HEAVY METAL THUNDER!&lt;br /&gt;Ikite iru, ikite iru kara sakebu no sa&lt;br /&gt;HEAVY METAL THUNDER! HEAVY METAL THUNDER!&lt;br /&gt;Uete iru, uete iru kara hoshii no sa&lt;br /&gt;HEAVY METAL THUNDER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moyashi no omae ni wa, koitsu ga iru no sa&lt;br /&gt;I BELIEVE HEAVY METAL POWER&lt;br /&gt;Nanjaku na karada ni wa, toge to kusari wo&lt;br /&gt;I BELIEVE HEAVY METAL POWER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naki koto nante, kikitaku mo nai&lt;br /&gt;Koutetsu no sokute ni, dakarete&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU READY TO ROCK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAVY METAL THUNDER! HEAVY METAL THUNDER!&lt;br /&gt;Ikite iru, ikite iru kara sakebu no sa&lt;br /&gt;HEAVY METAL THUNDER! HEAVY METAL THUNDER!&lt;br /&gt;Uete iru, uete iru kara hoshii no sa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAVY METAL THUNDER! HEAVY METAL THUNDER!&lt;br /&gt;HEAVY METAL THUNDER!&lt;br /&gt;HEAVY METAL THUNDER! HEAVY METAL THUNDER!&lt;br /&gt;Moete iru, moete iru kara sakebu no sa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAVY METAL THUNDER! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-6955718630491543018?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/6955718630491543018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=6955718630491543018&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/6955718630491543018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/6955718630491543018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/02/that-pisses-me-off-part-ix.html' title='That Pisses me Off, Part IX'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-8983775329781463579</id><published>2007-02-08T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:27:13.022-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That Piss Me'/><title type='text'>That Pisses me Off, Part VIII</title><content type='html'>We have all seen and laughed with the "I must be emo" music video/flash/thing.&lt;br /&gt;I recently saw that it was posted in youtube.com so I saw it again and I laughed again... and then it happened, one of the comments was form an emo kid and was something like "why do you make fun of us", "we have feelings" and crap like that. Now notice that I just used the word "crap"... do you know why I used it? I'm gonna tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I am a heavy metal-hard rocker-head banging guy; and the head bangers have been made fun of even before you emo kids even existed! People have made fun of head bangers since metal exist; because of the long hair, because of the glam bands, because how noissy metal is, how bad metal band trashed hotel rooms, how quickly ther marriages ended, how many times they went into rehab... and what did head bangers did when people laughed at them and made fun of them and were not taken seriuos? Did they sint and cry? Did they cut themselves? Did they log into myspace.com and wrote about how shitty life was? NO!&lt;br /&gt;Now lets put aside the music preferences and let us comepare the emo kids with me, ok? ok...&lt;br /&gt;They say thay have problems with theis fathers. Ok dude you know who have had problems with his father? me... I even had to duck a fist once ok? And I'm glad my mom was there to stop us 'cuz we might have hurt ourselves badly... No kid... you don't have problems regarding your father, I have.&lt;br /&gt;They say that people reject them. You don't know what rejection means untill you have lived what I went through in Caracas boy, not even my own mother would talk to me. Althoug I have to say, in your defense, that I've always been a loner by choice, so it didn't afect me that bad.&lt;br /&gt;They say that people make fun of them. People make fun of me and my frineds can back that up, but what do I do when people make fun of me? Do I cry? Do I cut myself? No... I enjoy the moment and make fun of myself; the is nothing more stupid than to take oneself too seriously, you should make fun of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;They say they are missunderstood and that nobody cares for them. I know for a fact that when people try to understand emo kids, the emo kids just walk away... I don't know why... maybe so they can go on saying that nobody understand/cares.&lt;br /&gt;I think I made my point clear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, children, this eight entry of my most famous "That Pisses me Off" is, as you already saw, to the emo culture. Im not againts emo music, although I think it's mediocre and sucks, and I am not against liking emo music... I am agains that idiotic way of living in wich you spend your days:&lt;br /&gt;- Trying to convince everyone, even yourself, that you can and will commint suicide, when the thing that you fear most is death... specially your own.&lt;br /&gt;- Self inflicting injury.&lt;br /&gt;- Crying about everything that there is on this good earth.&lt;br /&gt;- And so forth and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in next time, for "That Pisses me Off, Part IX... reaggeton"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics? Hell Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Children of Bodom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in ashes of molten hatred&lt;br /&gt;Raised by demons in abodes of the dead&lt;br /&gt;The Reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path&lt;br /&gt;Wrecked by mangled wounds of life&lt;br /&gt;I have become become the resurrection of the Evil one&lt;br /&gt;'Y know that I don't fucking care if I live or die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a bishop preaching fire to get away with my sins&lt;br /&gt;I despise everything I see so I don't give a fuck if ya hate me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got respect for humanity&lt;br /&gt;Never lived or wanted immortality&lt;br /&gt;The Reaper's shadow I fall upon to obscure my path&lt;br /&gt;Every day I'm being battered up until I bleed&lt;br /&gt;You motherfuckers just leave me be&lt;br /&gt;Ya could never give me cure for the pain I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Led by the Reaper I walk in the night&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way to yer kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Armageddon, I've been baptised in alcohol&lt;br /&gt;I'm enbodyment of Antichrist&lt;br /&gt;I'm living for my own demise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-8983775329781463579?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/8983775329781463579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=8983775329781463579&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/8983775329781463579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/8983775329781463579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/02/that-pisses-me-off-part-viii.html' title='That Pisses me Off, Part VIII'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-8333398334023439832</id><published>2007-02-08T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T14:24:58.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink</title><content type='html'>Let's say that you have a big ass jar filled with paint, say it is red paint... and you are very happy with it, cuz it's so red, so shinny; I mean, red is a nice color, it's not my favorite, but it's nice. If I had to chose red I'd go with a deep, crimsom like red... so, you go arround in life with your big jar of paint and one day you see that it got mixed with white paint. How did it happen? You don't know and you don't care, it just got mixed, and now you have pink paint. &lt;br /&gt;When it comes to the subject of me, I don't like pink; It's not because I think pink is for gay people, or emo kids... it's just not red enough, I like dark colors and pink it's not a dark color; at least not the pink I know of.&lt;br /&gt;So you are kindda cool with your new paint, but... It's not red, it's pink... shit, someway you got fucked! I mean pink it's like red, but not quite; so you go on and try to forget about it and you walk for a while holding your jar, but then you look at it and then you remember... IT'S PINK! And you like your jar of paint, after all it's yours, but sometimes you feel unconfortable with it, yet getting rid of it it's not an option; IT'S YOUR FUCKING JAR! And you like that jar, it's just that... it used to be red... anyway I'm gonna leave now and leave you with this cool lyric, 'cuz that thing I just wrote.... damn!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sex MACHINEGUNS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soko ni Anata ga&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Anchang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wagamama to iwarete mo, wagamama to iwarete mo... &lt;br /&gt;wagamama de mo kamawanai. boku wa, kamawanai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dare ka ni sugaritakute mo, dare ni mo aisarenai. &lt;br /&gt;usotsuki to iwarete mo, usotsuki de mo kamawanai. &lt;br /&gt;shinjirarenaku natte mo, yasashi sa wo naku shite mo, &lt;br /&gt;boku wa sore de kamawanai. nani ga okite mo... &lt;br /&gt;ima, anata ni chikazuku. kanashimi no umi wo koete. &lt;br /&gt;soko ni, anata ga iru nara, aruite yukeru. &lt;br /&gt;soko ni, anata ga... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koko ni ite mo ii desu ka... &lt;br /&gt;koko ni mo boku no ibasho wa nai. koko ni wa, anata ga inai kara. &lt;br /&gt;aisowarai ga nigate de, mawari michi wo shite kita. &lt;br /&gt;sonna ni boku ga warui no ka...wakaranai. &lt;br /&gt;ima, anata ni chikazuku. kanashimi sae dakishimeru. &lt;br /&gt;soko ni, anata ga iru nara, aruite yukeru. &lt;br /&gt;soko ni anata ga iru nara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate! dou shite ii no ka, wakaranai? &lt;br /&gt;pain! boku ni mo, wakarimasen. &lt;br /&gt;no hate! know pain? &lt;br /&gt;demo, koko ni ite mo, wakarimasen. &lt;br /&gt;no hate! know pain? &lt;br /&gt;sagashi ni iki nasai. kuri kaerazu. soko ni, soko ni... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zankoku na shinjitsu ga, kono sekai no higeki. &lt;br /&gt;mayowanai. nani ga okite mo kowaku wa nai. &lt;br /&gt;soko ni, anata ga iru nara... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nani ga okite mo, &lt;br /&gt;kono yubisaki de furetai. nikushimi sae uketomeru. &lt;br /&gt;soko ni, anata ga iru nara, aruite yukeru. &lt;br /&gt;ima...anata ni... &lt;br /&gt;soko ni anata ga iru nara, aruite yukeru. &lt;br /&gt;soko ni, anata ga...soko ni, anata ga iru nara... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate! pain! &lt;br /&gt;no hate! know pain? &lt;br /&gt;no hate! know pain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-8333398334023439832?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/8333398334023439832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=8333398334023439832&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/8333398334023439832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/8333398334023439832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/02/pink.html' title='Pink'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-1854196641992307871</id><published>2007-01-16T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T13:03:32.848-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TAIFUUGAN'/><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/Ra19JBPYGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Dc7B6a2wc28/s1600-h/0037fl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I saw Old Boy; it is a great movie, I wanna read the manga so I can check out the diferences.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna talk about that movie today, I'm here for a quote in that movie; you see, in that movie, the main character (Oh Dae Su) (It's a korean movie, so don't be impressed about the weird name) gets locked up in a "cell-room" for 15 years. In that room there is a creepy looking painting with a quote from a poem on it... the quote is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Laugh and the world laughs with you. Weep and you weep alone" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a pic of Oh Dae Su staring at the creepy painting after some years of being locked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020807041256003986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/Ra19ZxPYGZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/TrLygKGasU8/s400/0037fl.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now... I really dislike being alone, and I took that quote seriously... but let me ask you something, better said, let me say something... why should I care what the world thinks or feels for me? Everywere you look there is bad people, people that shouldn't exist, people that are just a waste of meat, people that fucks the world so bad that they deserve to be punished under penaly of death... but alas my children divine justice doesn't seem to exist and I am tired of just beeing the good guy. Good guys never keep the girl, right hon? SO, children, from now on I promise I will do my best to be the biggest son of a bitch in the face of the earth.... I'm gonna live up to Ocelot or something like that... Oh, I'm gonna smile, but it is going to be the most sarcastic and acid smile that I can come with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lyrics?... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X Japan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue Blood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;music &amp;amp; words: yoshiki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My face is covered with blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's nothing but pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oitsumerareta keraku ni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell where I'm going to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm running, all confused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;shinimono-gurui de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see you standing there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can do nothing but run away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oikakete kuru genkaku ni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out ! I'm raving mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you can't stop my sadness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kirikizanda yume wa kyouki ni nagareru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll slice my face covered with blue blood)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Give me some more pain)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Give me the throes of death)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namida ni tokeru aoi chi o yokubou ni kaete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;umarekawatta sugata o yosootte mite mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kodoku ni obieru kokoro wa ima mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sugisatta yume o motome-samayou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;higeki ni odoru kanashimi o maboroshi ni kaete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sameta sugata no butai o enjite mite mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hitomi ni afureru kyozou wa ima mo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nugisuteta ai o azayaka ni utsusu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Give me some more pain)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Give me the throes of death)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasurerarenai kanashimi o maboroshi ni Kaete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;umarekawatta sugata o yosootte mite mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aoi namida wa higeki ni odoru kodoku no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kokoro o ima demo nurashi-tsuzukeru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-1854196641992307871?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/1854196641992307871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=1854196641992307871&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1854196641992307871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1854196641992307871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/01/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/Ra19ZxPYGZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/TrLygKGasU8/s72-c/0037fl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-2199140648641646577</id><published>2007-01-14T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:38:55.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>... (cont)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There... It might be a complete loss... It's up to the insurance company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020094278548330866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="268" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/Rar1JhPYGXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6RMUJ_cx6bU/s320/Guaji%27s+Car.JPG" width="375" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damage report... besides the obvious things that you can see:&lt;br /&gt;Damage to the chasis, the front left wheel (wich went flat by the hit), the rim, batery, radiator and, maybe, the engine and gear box were also damaged.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-2199140648641646577?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/2199140648641646577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=2199140648641646577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/2199140648641646577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/2199140648641646577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/01/cont.html' title='... (cont)'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/Rar1JhPYGXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6RMUJ_cx6bU/s72-c/Guaji%27s+Car.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-1854185541025239963</id><published>2007-01-13T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T19:03:38.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>They trashed my car today... real bad...&lt;br /&gt;I'll be walikg for the next 2 months or so... my back hurts. I'll upload pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics? Hmmmm, no...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-1854185541025239963?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/1854185541025239963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=1854185541025239963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1854185541025239963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1854185541025239963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-1046509355001773656</id><published>2007-01-07T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T00:06:35.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"La Carreta de Gerardo"</title><content type='html'>I think it was the name of the arepa stand in wich I ate just a while ago... It doesn't matter if I don't remember the name 'cuz I'm not going there again ever... EVER! If the fate of the world rests in my hands and I have to go and eat there again to save us all then we are screwed!&lt;br /&gt;I waited 50 minutes for my "2 arepas with grilled beef", 50 minutes of my life that I wont ever see again, 50 minutes to finally eat my arepas and guess what.... they sucked. This is why I'm me and not you, because this woundn't have happened to you; and thank god I was with my father because the suckers are expensive like hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well... I'm gonna go now... Its just that I am too shocked and I needed to write about this.&lt;br /&gt;Nite hon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics? who cares?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-1046509355001773656?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/1046509355001773656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=1046509355001773656&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1046509355001773656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1046509355001773656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2007/01/la-carreta-de-gerardo.html' title='&quot;La Carreta de Gerardo&quot;'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-1563259115019226237</id><published>2006-12-24T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T00:21:45.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want for Xmast</title><content type='html'>I want a lot of stuff actually... A new game console, an Mp3 player would do great, a new cellphone, another tattoo... those things are cool, but what I really want is evolution.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand the stupidity of the people of this country, the same stupidity that have led generations to finally arrive at where we are now... Im tired of that "viveza criolla" or whatever you may call it, I can't belive that in this country you can "purchase" your driver's licence, or that you can get any movie you want, EVEN THE ONES THAT HAVE NOT BEEN RELEASED YET! Streetlights are useless here; if you have a bussines then be sure that your employees WILL take home pens, pencils and whatever their children may need to finish homework. I live on a country where people litter and then complains about how dirty the city is.&lt;br /&gt;I find myself guilty of some of theese charges, not all of them, but I am not inocent... and let me tell you something: if we don't change, the only thing that awaits us is compleate oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;What I want for Xmast is a change in everyone's mind, we need to be better peope, and do not tell me that it can't be done, because when we leave the country we behave like perfect citizens... so my question is: wy can't we behave like good people all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I may be just talking the truth here or maybe it is the vodka talking... Im gonna go but just think of what I just said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Of course I linked you, yours is the best blog ever hon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-1563259115019226237?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/1563259115019226237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=1563259115019226237&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1563259115019226237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/1563259115019226237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-i-want-for-xmast.html' title='What I want for Xmast'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-6014482723975067881</id><published>2006-12-10T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:27:13.022-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That Piss Me'/><title type='text'>That Pisses me Off, Part VII</title><content type='html'>My Gramma...&lt;br /&gt;She has won the award to "the most anoying thing on earth"... She is even more anoying than mimes, it has gotten to the point where even my father can't stand her; and although it's funny to hear my dad YELL at her, everyone knows that it has to be VERY bad that even he is anoyed.... I'm gnna tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;My dad is a mama's boy, always has been.... he is just a spoiled little brat to the point where, as a kid, he would ground me when I told him stuff like "gramma is being mean to me"; she has always been a bitch, she has always mistreated me, my bro and my mom and then went and denyed everything so she could be an angel in the eyes of my father.... and now, after 57 years my dad is finding out what a bitch his mother is.&lt;br /&gt;Foe those who missed the pilot, my gramma hsa a bad knee, actually pretty bad, and 3 years ago she fell and broke her hip; the got surgery for the hip and got it fixed but when she was going to have a surgery for her knee , she even refused going to the hospital to get an X-RAY out of fear. So the knee got worse and worse and last week she fell 4 times and hurt her ankle and now she can't stand up... what do you say to that?&lt;br /&gt;Now she is playing victim, she makes scenes complaining about everything; if anyone other that my dad touches her she screams in pain claiming that she is being hurt and not even my dad belives her... and the fact that she smokes 2 packs of cigarettes a day isn't gonna help with her health.&lt;br /&gt;This my be the 7th entry I make of the things that pisses me, but I should have put this here a long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics? I can't find one fitting for this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-6014482723975067881?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/6014482723975067881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=6014482723975067881&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/6014482723975067881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/6014482723975067881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2006/12/that-pisses-me-off-part-vii.html' title='That Pisses me Off, Part VII'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-6790171319883651208</id><published>2006-12-06T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T21:21:06.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For you</title><content type='html'>Someday someone will best me, but it's not gonna be anytime soon and it will definately NOT be you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-6790171319883651208?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/6790171319883651208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=6790171319883651208&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/6790171319883651208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/6790171319883651208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2006/12/for-you.html' title='For you'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-116523792161921270</id><published>2006-12-04T08:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T09:12:01.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...And now the strom.</title><content type='html'>Seems that I wont be missing the battles anymore...&lt;br /&gt;But really kids, did you really thought that he would just take the blow honorably and accept defeat? I got up at 7am, put some clothes on, crossed the street and waited 3 hours in line to vote for El Maracucho; but I did it because it is my right AND my duty, but the minute I woke up I knew this was going to happen...&lt;br /&gt;Geo you say that waiting on him to die is the only solution, others say that we need to stay peacefull, others to hope for the fraud to be discovered, some people say that they will leave Vzla... In my opinion only the last one is a valid choice, but is it not fit for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First:&lt;/strong&gt; he wont just die! Bad people never die; look at Castro for fuck's sake, how long was Sadam in Iraq before Bush Jr.? Where on earth is Osama?... forget about waiting on him to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second:&lt;/strong&gt; do you remember La Mesa de Negociaciones y Acuerdos.... yeah I remember, It failed because there is no negotiating with him or his minions; he is just a power hungry FAILED couper that has bee trying to get to this since 1992... remember his own words &lt;em&gt;"...POR AHORA&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third:&lt;/strong&gt; children, do you remember El Referendum? We won, we know it, there was a leak of info and a book containg all the details was made and publish and all... and what happened? He wipped his ass with the book, and took it of the streets... that is why we don't see the bloody book in the bookstores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what do I think that people should do? We can't just take it! The closest we've been to getting rid of him was when we wher on the streets... we NEED to get back on the streets people! But this time we can't let some old fart to blow it; yes, by old fart I mean Carmona Estanga, he blew it.&lt;br /&gt;Now must come the storm, we have to fight by whatever means we have, we cannot just stay dull and wait on him to say that people love him so much that he will no make anymore elections... come on the bastard's been there for 8 years and he calls that only one presidential period!!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot let this happen... yet I am but one man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics?&lt;br /&gt;There are no words in english nor in spanish nor in any of the languages created by men for such treachery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-116523792161921270?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/116523792161921270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=116523792161921270&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/116523792161921270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/116523792161921270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-now-strom.html' title='...And now the strom.'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-116337266528302323</id><published>2006-11-12T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:05:30.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics II and III - The Trooper and Battlefield</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Trooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Iron Maiden - Harris]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll take my life but I'll take yours too&lt;br /&gt;You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through&lt;br /&gt;So when you're waiting for the next attack&lt;br /&gt;You'd better stand there's no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bugle sounds and the charge begins&lt;br /&gt;But on this battlefield no one wins&lt;br /&gt;The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath&lt;br /&gt;As I plunge on into certain death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horse he sweats with fear we break to run&lt;br /&gt;The mighty roar of the Russian guns&lt;br /&gt;And as we race towards the human wall&lt;br /&gt;The screams of pain as my comrades fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And the Russians fire another round&lt;br /&gt;We get so near yet so far away&lt;br /&gt;We won't live to fight another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get so close near enough to fight&lt;br /&gt;When a Russian gets me in his sights&lt;br /&gt;He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow&lt;br /&gt;A burst of rounds take my horse below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I lay there gazing at the sky&lt;br /&gt;My body's numb and my throat is dry&lt;br /&gt;And as I lay forgotten and alone&lt;br /&gt;Without a tear I draw my parting groan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Battlefield&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Blind Guardian]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cannot be seen but there's blood on the green&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows I'm innocent&lt;br /&gt;Take me, take me home&lt;br /&gt;A dark seed reigns in me like the Storm rules over the sea&lt;br /&gt;I challenge thee, do not cross this bridge alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dare me now&lt;br /&gt;The threatening shadows will pass by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're getting closer now&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Wake up my dear young friend&lt;br /&gt;And hate shall fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not move, yet&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand still instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There on the battlefield he stands&lt;br /&gt;Down on the battlefield he's lost&lt;br /&gt;And on the battlefield it ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War and anger shall reign&lt;br /&gt;The clash of iron can be heard&lt;br /&gt;By blindness you're driven insane&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in anguish and grief&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow won't wane 'til you die&lt;br /&gt;A shattered body deeply hurt&lt;br /&gt;And darkness will cover the light&lt;br /&gt;It's gone forevermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The field's been left in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;The father and the son they're gone&lt;br /&gt;The Sun shines bright and anger rises&lt;br /&gt;Lorn and lonely torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's time to stop now&lt;br /&gt;We were charmed and fooled by the old serpent's kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pray that heaven is on our side&lt;br /&gt;Through violence and horror shall honour arise&lt;br /&gt;So let's pray and blessed shall be our leader&lt;br /&gt;We follow the noble and bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hear me crying, crying&lt;br /&gt;Come take me awayI hallow thy name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There on the battlefield he stands&lt;br /&gt;Down on the battlefield he's lost&lt;br /&gt;And on the battlefield it ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War and anger shall reign&lt;br /&gt;The clash of iron can be heard&lt;br /&gt;By blindness you're driven insane&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in anguish and grief&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow won't wane 'til you die&lt;br /&gt;A shattered body deeply hurt&lt;br /&gt;And darkness will cover the light&lt;br /&gt;It's gone forevermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what the minstrel sing&lt;br /&gt;Join in the horrible screams&lt;br /&gt;Take part in murderous deeds&lt;br /&gt;Renowned be the lion-hearted&lt;br /&gt;Join in the minstrelsy&lt;br /&gt;Wailing in endless grief&lt;br /&gt;It eagerly longs for more&lt;br /&gt;Broken bodies lay down on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood sheds all over the place&lt;br /&gt;The green will be stained forever&lt;br /&gt;And hate reigns all over the field&lt;br /&gt;They keep struggling on in anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiercely intense outrageous, too blind to see&lt;br /&gt;And in pain they keep on singing&lt;br /&gt;We claim the land for the highlord&lt;br /&gt;God bless the land and our highlord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War and anger shall reign&lt;br /&gt;The clash of iron can be heard&lt;br /&gt;By blindness you're driven insane&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in anguish and grief&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow won't wane 'til you die&lt;br /&gt;A shattered body deeply hurt&lt;br /&gt;And darkness will cover the light&lt;br /&gt;It's gone forevermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I so miss that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-116337266528302323?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/116337266528302323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-116337186701834766</id><published>2006-11-12T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:51:07.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Calm Before the Storm...</title><content type='html'>Right now I feel like I am about to get really fucked up by life.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that calm before the storm in wich everything is just fine, everything seems to be going well and then you crash... one bad thing happen, and the another, and another and you keep sinking untill you can even breath? I feel like I'm there baby... I'm kindda scared.&lt;br /&gt;But what the hell.... It's not the first time it would happen, I think I can deal with it if it come again, what I just want is to stop waiting! If I'm gonna get fucked then fuck me, don't keep me waiting cuz It's the wait that kills me... If it has to happen the I want it to happen quickly and as soon as possible... You know, like a band-aid, you have to do it in one motion, RIGHT OFF!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I'll leave you guys for now... see ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Metropolis Part I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[music by Dream Theater, lyrics by Petrucci]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Arrived in early May&lt;br /&gt;She carried a gift from her&lt;br /&gt;home&lt;br /&gt;The night shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;To tell her of fear&lt;br /&gt;And of sorrow and pain&lt;br /&gt;She'll never outgrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is the first dance, eternal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no more freedom&lt;br /&gt;The both of you will be&lt;br /&gt;confined to this mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told there's miracle for&lt;br /&gt;each day that I try&lt;br /&gt;I was told there's a new love&lt;br /&gt;that's born for each one that&lt;br /&gt;has died&lt;br /&gt;I was told there'd be no one to&lt;br /&gt;call on when&lt;br /&gt;I feel alone and&lt;br /&gt;afraid&lt;br /&gt;I was told if you dream of the&lt;br /&gt;next world&lt;br /&gt;You'll find yourself swimmingin a lake of fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, I thought I cou&lt;br /&gt;ldlive without pain without&lt;br /&gt;sorrow&lt;br /&gt;As a man I've found it's all&lt;br /&gt;caught up with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm asleep yet I'm so afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere like a scene from amemory&lt;br /&gt;There's a picture worth a&lt;br /&gt;thousand words&lt;br /&gt;Eluding stares from faces&lt;br /&gt;before me&lt;br /&gt;It hides away and will never be&lt;br /&gt;heard of again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deceit is the second without end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city's cold blood teaches us&lt;br /&gt;to survive&lt;br /&gt;Just keep my heart in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and we'll stay alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third arrives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the leaves have fallen&lt;br /&gt;Before we lock the doors&lt;br /&gt;There must be the third and&lt;br /&gt;last dance&lt;br /&gt;This one will last forever&lt;br /&gt;Metropolis watches and&lt;br /&gt;thoughtfully smiles&lt;br /&gt;She's taken you to your home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can only take place&lt;br /&gt;When the struggle between&lt;br /&gt;our children has ended&lt;br /&gt;Now the Miracle and the&lt;br /&gt;Sleeper know that the thirdis love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the Dance of Eternity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-116337186701834766?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/116337186701834766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=116337186701834766&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/116337186701834766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/116337186701834766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2006/11/calm-before-storm.html' title='The Calm Before the Storm...'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-116327184020417352</id><published>2006-11-11T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:20:49.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have any idea of...</title><content type='html'>... how much time I spent with her?&lt;br /&gt;... how much I want to see my cousin?&lt;br /&gt;... how much I want out?&lt;br /&gt;... how hard this is for me?&lt;br /&gt;... what you are talking about?&lt;br /&gt;... how long it has been since that?&lt;br /&gt;... what that means to me?&lt;br /&gt;... how long this is taking me?&lt;br /&gt;... who I am?&lt;br /&gt;... what I like?&lt;br /&gt;... how does it feels?&lt;br /&gt;... how much does it makes me free?&lt;br /&gt;... how worried I am?&lt;br /&gt;... how much I NEED that?&lt;br /&gt;... the places I've been?&lt;br /&gt;... the things I have gone trhu?&lt;br /&gt;... the thing I've seen?&lt;br /&gt;... the things I haven'nt seen?&lt;br /&gt;... what really makes me insane with joy?&lt;br /&gt;... how much I miss the battles?&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any idea of how clueless you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MetallicA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until It Sleeps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I take this pain of mine&lt;br /&gt;I run, but it stays right my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tear me open, pour me out&lt;br /&gt;There's things inside that scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;And the pain still hates me&lt;br /&gt;So hold me, until it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the curse, just like the stray&lt;br /&gt;You feed it once, and now it stays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tear me open, but beware&lt;br /&gt;There's things inside without a care&lt;br /&gt;And the dirt still stains me&lt;br /&gt;So wash me, until I'm clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It grips you, so hold me&lt;br /&gt;It stains you, so hold me&lt;br /&gt;It hates you, so hold me&lt;br /&gt;It holds you, so hold me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until it sleeps**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me why you've choosen me&lt;br /&gt;Don't want your grip, don't want your greed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tear me open, make you gone&lt;br /&gt;No more can you hurt anyone&lt;br /&gt;And the fear still shakes me&lt;br /&gt;So hold me, until it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*--** Repeat]&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tear me open, but beware&lt;br /&gt;The things inside without a care&lt;br /&gt;And the dirt still stains me&lt;br /&gt;So wash me, 'till I'm clean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tear me open, make you gone&lt;br /&gt;No longer will you hurt anyone&lt;br /&gt;And the hate still shapes me&lt;br /&gt;So hold me, until it sleeps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until it sleeps...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-116327184020417352?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/116327184020417352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=116327184020417352&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/116327184020417352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/116327184020417352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2006/11/do-you-have-any-idea-of.html' title='Do you have any idea of...'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-116300175439660046</id><published>2006-11-08T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:27:13.022-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That Piss Me'/><title type='text'>That pisses me off, Part VI</title><content type='html'>Im gonna make this short... I can let people get away with many things but I just &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; hate the fact that everyone, EVERY-FUCKING-ONE, has to be my judge and jury; I'd allow such power only to a selected few that know me enough to judge me, but lately it seems that there is a "Judge guaji and claim a prize!" campaing or something because everyone is like judging me out of fun.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting really pissed, I've not been this upset since, idk, 4 or 5 years... fucking people thinking they can fucking judge me... anyway, I just needed to let off some steam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics? Yup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 Minutes To Midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Smith/Dickinson]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill for gain or shoot to maim&lt;br /&gt;But we don't need a reason&lt;br /&gt;To Golden Goose is on the loose&lt;br /&gt;And never out of season&lt;br /&gt;Some blackened pride still burns inside&lt;br /&gt;This shell of bloody treason&lt;br /&gt;Here's my gun for a barrel of fun&lt;br /&gt;For the love of living death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,&lt;br /&gt;The glamour, the fortune, the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain&lt;br /&gt;But don't you pray for my soul anymore.&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes to midnight,&lt;br /&gt;The hands that treaten doom.&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes to midnight,&lt;br /&gt;To kill the unborn in the womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blind men shout "Let the creatures out&lt;br /&gt;We'll show the unbeliverers."&lt;br /&gt;The napalm screams of human flames&lt;br /&gt;Of a prime time Belsen feast ... yeah!&lt;br /&gt;As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy&lt;br /&gt;We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,&lt;br /&gt;The glamour, the fortune, the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain&lt;br /&gt;But don't you pray for my soul anymore.&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes to midnight,&lt;br /&gt;The hands that treaten doom.&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes to midnight,&lt;br /&gt;To kill the unborn in the womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body bags and little rags of children torn in two&lt;br /&gt;And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you&lt;br /&gt;As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song&lt;br /&gt;To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,&lt;br /&gt;The glamour, the fortune, the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain&lt;br /&gt;But don't you pray for my soul anymore.&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes to midnight,&lt;br /&gt;The hands that treaten doom.&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes to midnight,&lt;br /&gt;To kill the unborn in the womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight&lt;br /&gt;Midnight&lt;br /&gt;Midnight&lt;br /&gt;It's all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight&lt;br /&gt;Midnight&lt;br /&gt;Midnight&lt;br /&gt;It's all night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-116300175439660046?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/116300175439660046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=116300175439660046&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/116300175439660046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/116300175439660046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2006/11/that-pisses-me-off-part-vi.html' title='That pisses me off, Part VI'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-116206297387507340</id><published>2006-10-28T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T15:16:13.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics I - Hermano del Viento</title><content type='html'>Más allá de las nubes&lt;br /&gt;Dormía m í libertad&lt;br /&gt;La encontré cautiva llorando,&lt;br /&gt;Su amarga soledad.&lt;br /&gt;Soñé que su llanto&lt;br /&gt;Acogía mi aliento&lt;br /&gt;Tuve un sueño&lt;br /&gt;Soñé ser parte del cielo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viaje con el viento&lt;br /&gt;Danzando en la tempestad&lt;br /&gt;Le entregue mi alma perdida,&lt;br /&gt;Buscando su amistad.&lt;br /&gt;Sentí su lamento&lt;br /&gt;Descender de lo alto&lt;br /&gt;El me ofreció su hogar&lt;br /&gt;Yo ser su hermano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dejare de soñar&lt;br /&gt;Ni perderé su lamento&lt;br /&gt;Solo añoro poder ser hermano del viento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuve un sueño&lt;br /&gt;Soñé ser parte del cielo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-116206297387507340?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/116206297387507340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=116206297387507340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/116206297387507340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/116206297387507340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2006/10/lyrics-i-hermano-del-viento.html' title='Lyrics I - Hermano del Viento'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-116120826094003923</id><published>2006-10-18T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T18:01:36.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary Post</title><content type='html'>This blog will be one year old tomorrow so I'm doing this entry to "conmemorate" the ocation.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking and, this blog isn't here just because you know, this blog woudn't be here if it weren't for a friend, hell I wouln't be here if it weren't for my friends... my frineds made me who I am, but a handfull of those friends really left like a mark on me or something.&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to put that into words and I couldn't, I was uttery uncapable of think of something that could help me describe that "mark" and then it hit me. I was watching TV yesterday and this song came in and hit me... and now I can say, in the words of the artist, that you are like a tattoo: you pierced very deep into my skin and I bleed through you; and it hurt a little bit sometimes, and sometimes it hut a little more; and then came the healing process wich itches like a bitch and I'm afraid of needles for fuck's sake, but in the end... tattooes are just rock and roll baby.&lt;br /&gt;So what I am trying to say is: thank you, I don't care if you are/were classmates, couples, friends, neigbours, lovers, family or whatever... in the end you were all teachers so thank you... I'm not gonna give out names because those who are reding know it's with them...&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY feel like a girl right now, but it's ok; you must pay up your daily 5 minutes of gayness or else it's gonna build up and then what? Anyway, I'm gonna go now, but stay tunned for more girlyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric? Yup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;X-Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Un-Finished&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lyrics by Yoshiki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="9"&gt;Wipe your tears falling down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from your eyes and forget me&lt;br /&gt;no need to be hurted anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go away from me now&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is love&lt;br /&gt;no need to be hurted anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! I'm looking at you&lt;br /&gt;I'll lose control of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wipe your tears falling down&lt;br /&gt;from your eyes and forget m&lt;br /&gt;eno need to be hurted anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all vision's going to vanish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-116120826094003923?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/116120826094003923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=116120826094003923&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/116120826094003923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/116120826094003923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2006/10/anniversary-post.html' title='Anniversary Post'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-115968043326797887</id><published>2006-10-01T01:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T01:27:13.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Sentai</title><content type='html'>I've been a Power Rangers fan since forever... I must admit I've not liked all the seassons (I hate lost galaxy and fuck you Andros for killing Zordon!!!) but I have found something better than that.&lt;br /&gt;If you want something cool, go to the source; The power Rangers are based on the Super Sentai series that air in japan... the fist one came out in 1975! They rock and are way funnier... Anyway, here is a link that'll take you someplace where you can learn more about the Super Sentai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://japanhero.com/sentai%20image%20pages/simages.htm"&gt;http://japanhero.com/sentai%20image%20pages/simages.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no lyrics.... Im still not in the mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-115968043326797887?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/115968043326797887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=115968043326797887&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/115968043326797887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/115968043326797887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2006/10/super-sentai.html' title='Super Sentai'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-115967988061349796</id><published>2006-10-01T01:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:27:13.023-04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That Piss Me'/><title type='text'>This Pisses me Off, Part V.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever gotten the most anoying sentence of them all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...."you deserve better"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I hate the most: mimes or being told that.&lt;br /&gt;I just hate it, I've been hearing it all my life and guess what... Aparently Im still deserving something better. As I recently told Annie: point at something/someone/someplace better, I dare you; and make that something I can get, something within my reach, 'cuz people always exagerate thing saying that you deserve this, or that or whatever but they never think about what are the posibilities of getting what they think you deserve....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw forget it.... It's useless...&lt;br /&gt;No lyrics... Im pissed and dissapointed AND bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-115967988061349796?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/115967988061349796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=115967988061349796&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/115967988061349796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/115967988061349796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-pisses-me-off-part-v.html' title='This Pisses me Off, Part V.'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-115884999595058298</id><published>2006-09-21T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T10:46:35.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wow...</title><content type='html'>Someone up there must really hate me... It's been ages since last time, I even got my hotmail account closed due to inactivity...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope to see this place more often now that I have internet access once more.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, I just wanted to let people know that my wings are fully healed now and all... It's just that right now I really have no time to loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well see ya....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-115884999595058298?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/115884999595058298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=115884999595058298&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/115884999595058298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/115884999595058298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2006/09/wow.html' title='wow...'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042717.post-115325113415906991</id><published>2006-07-18T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T15:32:14.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair Style</title><content type='html'>There! Have fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this one I am next to Kaoru-San.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7790/1755/1600/kaoru%20and%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7790/1755/320/kaoru%20and%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this one, In sitting with my lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7790/1755/1600/karoru%20and%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7790/1755/320/karoru%20and%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like. No lyrics this time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042717-115325113415906991?l=aodhide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/feeds/115325113415906991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042717&amp;postID=115325113415906991&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/115325113415906991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042717/posts/default/115325113415906991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aodhide.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-hair-style.html' title='New Hair Style'/><author><name>Heavy Metal Guaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699608793895186068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7QX-s-aZo84/R5Q8rLHBXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/S72VQ8VpBaY/S220/Mazinger_Z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
