<?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-8519027</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:52:03.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Until The Downfall of Taz Valentine</title><subtitle type='html'>Angry man in combat fatigues talking to god on a two-way radio, muttering incoherent slogans of freedom.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-111506231606708356</id><published>2005-05-02T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T01:34:44.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the Day....</title><content type='html'>Today is a day when the rain falls,&lt;br /&gt;and the sky is grey,&lt;br /&gt;and the world seems a little less mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day I fall to peices&lt;br /&gt;and must put myself together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day the world seems heavier.&lt;br /&gt;For though I have but one mind,&lt;br /&gt;I carry two souls..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............Today is the day that Nate died,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and although it hurts to remember,&lt;br /&gt;it feels even worse to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I stand here in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;a rain that weeps it's eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and washes all my tears away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rain that drifts away,&lt;br /&gt;but refuses to take me with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day I stand in the rain&lt;br /&gt;awaiting the day til' we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And until the day I am reunited,&lt;br /&gt;with my friend,&lt;br /&gt;with my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;with my brother,&lt;br /&gt;with my comrade,&lt;br /&gt;and shake his hand once more;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I willl stand here in the rain, awaiting another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/449203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nathaniel (Nate) Viventi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;October 5th, 1985 - May 2nd 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-111506231606708356?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/111506231606708356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=111506231606708356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/111506231606708356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/111506231606708356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2005/05/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the Day....'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-111322887731744929</id><published>2005-04-11T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T10:14:37.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Thing</title><content type='html'>Okay so if you scare easily, and decide to watch this anyways, don't blame me.  I just thought it was very interesting, especially the part about EVP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wimp.com/proof/"&gt;http://www.wimp.com/proof/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-111322887731744929?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/111322887731744929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=111322887731744929' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/111322887731744929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/111322887731744929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2005/04/scary-thing.html' title='Scary Thing'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-111319367679463844</id><published>2005-04-10T03:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T00:28:29.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>......"Crackly?"</title><content type='html'>I went to the doctor the other to get a physical. I had to get a chest x-ray because the doctor said that my breathing was "crackly." I get the results in about two and a half weeks. This will probably turn out for the worst knowing my luck, but oh well, no use worrying about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these blogs should be more interesting once I get my digital camera. I'll also be able to finally post some stuff on my Deviantart account. I'm like $120 short right now so I'm almost there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching the anime Smaurai 7 the other night, and WOW. What a great anime. A definite must see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-111319367679463844?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/111319367679463844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=111319367679463844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/111319367679463844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/111319367679463844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2005/04/crackly.html' title='......&quot;Crackly?&quot;'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-111292477688937038</id><published>2005-04-07T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T13:02:26.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk In The Rain</title><content type='html'>Today was a rainy day. We unexpectedly had to take my neice to the hospital for a procedure. And since it was that particular hospital, I wasn't having the best time. I realized that I hadn't been there since..........well, the day it happened. I think I was having an anxiety attack. My hands began shaking. The fact that I was running on lack of food and sleep didn't help either. I went outside and had a cigarette while standing in the rain which helped until I went back inside and witnessed a guy, code red, passed out on the escalator. But I think I managed to keep from showing any signs to my family. I wouldn't want them to freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to ever have to take a physical again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-111292477688937038?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/111292477688937038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=111292477688937038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/111292477688937038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/111292477688937038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2005/04/walk-in-rain.html' title='A Walk In The Rain'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-111222719184574355</id><published>2005-03-30T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T19:04:24.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanity Strikes Again!</title><content type='html'>Last night I was in the coffee shop and there was this cute little dog attached to the door by the leash inside the entraceway. We noticed that this dog had been here for a few hours and eventually we came to an assumed conclusion that the dog was abandoned. I walked the dog so it could do its business at least, and hoped that I could find the owner in one of the nearby bars or even maybe the dog would lead me to its home, which it did not. Anyways, long story short, it turns out that the dogs owners brother had agreed to walk the little guy, and on the way stopped at the donut shop to pick up a box of donuts and a pack of cigarettes and then walked out the alternate entrance completely forgetting the dog for about three hours. I've said it before and I'll say it again; people will never cease to shock and amaze me. Anyways, in case you were wondering, I am perplexed to report that the dog made it back to the owner (if that can even be considered good news).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-111222719184574355?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/111222719184574355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=111222719184574355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/111222719184574355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/111222719184574355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2005/03/humanity-strikes-again.html' title='Humanity Strikes Again!'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-111202094510421229</id><published>2005-03-28T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T09:46:11.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I think, therefore I am.......I think."</title><content type='html'>A bunch of guppie socaillites came into the restaurant on Saturday. I hate sociallites so much! ALL of them! They are such needy people with bogus personalities that are about as transaprent as the air that resides within their thick skulls. They make me so angry. The guys were either dressed in striped dress shirts (collars ironed up) and thickly framed glasses, or thick wool sweaters with scarfs wrapped around their necks that they didn't take off even when they got inside. They were shooting so hard for THE LOOK, but were so far off the dart board that they hit themselves in the foot. I could smell the ridiculous amounts of cologne these idiots put on too. I thought maybe Calvin Klein and Ralph Lauren came in and farted or something. The girls were no better. They were all completely clueless, and one of them even went as far as too whine and wimper when she chipped a nail. IF YOU ARE ONE OF THESE PEOPLE, GET THE HELL OFF MY DAMN BLOG. I don't want people the likes of you on my blog, because the thought of you reading it is the same as the thought of having to calculate depreciated value. I hope I never run into a lifestyle where I have to come in conatct with these people because a minute of my time spent with one of these people might turn my skin inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could save my whole family. If only I had a million dollars....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a freeloader living at our house. The worst part is, she gets the basement which I have been trying to get for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If a tree falls in the woods, and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-111202094510421229?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/111202094510421229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=111202094510421229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/111202094510421229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/111202094510421229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-think-therefore-i-ami-think.html' title='&quot;I think, therefore I am.......I think.&quot;'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-111096182337677590</id><published>2005-03-16T06:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T03:33:56.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the stop signs bitch on that corner</title><content type='html'>I just downloaded 6.02 gb worth of Final Fantasy music. Actually it's a compilation of every final fantasy song that has ever come out. WEEEEEE! It's a 98 CD collection o_O For those of you who don't know me, you're probably thinking; &lt;em&gt;why bother, you're never going to listen to all that music anyways. And further more you could just burn it to a DVD and a half on data discs&lt;/em&gt;. For those who do know me, you know that my response to that is;&lt;em&gt; I CAN AND WIL LISTEN TO ALL OF THEM! IN FACT I HAVE ALREADY LISTENED TO A QUARTER OF THEM IN ONE DAY! AND I MUST BURN ALL 98 DISCS TO CD SO THAT I WILL HAVE AN ACTUAL COLLECTION OF FINAL FANTASY MUSIC!!!!!! MUHAHAHAHA!!! &lt;/em&gt;And if that's what you thought then you were absolutely right. If only I were rich I would actually buy the whole collection and have legitimate versions of them, but unfortunately I am not. You were probably thinking that too right? And while I am reading everyones mind, I might as well say that, YES I KNOW I AM A LOSER, and NO I DO NOT GIVE A FLYING FUDGECICLE O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the food network the other day (YES, AGAIN) and they were cooking something called mokfish. I've never tried this fish before, nor have I even heard of it, but apparently it tastes and has a texture like lobster. Lobster, being my favourite food, has made me go out on a misson to try this monkfish. My cousin looked it up on the internet, and the picture of it looked like a giant alligator with no legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cell phone makes funny noises when low on battery. It must be malnutritioned, which would explain why it is so damn small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hewlett Packard's computers are way too damn big. I was fixing one one for a friend, and I think I hurt my back trying to carry it. It was a good thing nobody was watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to join a gym. Now that I'm not in high school anymore I'm starting to realize how much I appreciated (or should have appreciated) gym class. It really did keep me in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I wish at least i knew what being perfect meant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-111096182337677590?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/111096182337677590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=111096182337677590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/111096182337677590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/111096182337677590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-are-stop-signs-bitch-on-that.html' title='You are the stop signs bitch on that corner'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-111080667106532198</id><published>2005-03-14T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T19:28:48.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Normal Hour Morning Since...</title><content type='html'>Today I got up at about the same time that the sun did, which is about 7:00am. It sure has been a while since I have done that. The sun and I don't usually agree on things, me being a vampire and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally revamped my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to an old girlfriend yesterday. I'm such a bad conversationist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;....................so, maybe I'll take journalism after all............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-111080667106532198?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/111080667106532198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=111080667106532198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/111080667106532198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/111080667106532198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-first-normal-hour-morning-since.html' title='My First Normal Hour Morning Since...'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-111071416008726404</id><published>2005-03-13T06:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T06:42:40.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rising Sun</title><content type='html'>I'm told that I have no more time for myself anymore.  I have to make some career decisions (real ones) by the end of this month.  Of course me, being me, am on an award winning indecisiveness streak that has me permanantly painted a shade of undisputed grey.  But, nevertheless, the decision must be made.  I guess no matter how much you fight it, sooner or later you become part of the world.  What's the difference?  My friends have all become lost in the oblivion, so far gone that I no longer even come in contact with any of them anymore.  My "best" friends have mixed into that same blender, and although I don't blame them, I know that they aren't really part of my life anymore.  And so it has come to this.  I am going to join the world that I hate so much, and be transformed into the robot with the bend-over-on-command button located directly on the small of its back, reachable to everyone but himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as I was riding the bus to work I saw about three or four different people that I went to high school with (not together, seperately).  They all looked really different but I still recognized them.  However they didn't recognize me.  I didn't say anything I didn't give them any direct eye contact, I'm not really sure why though.  At first I thought that maybe they just didn't recognize me because my hair has grown kind of long, but now that I think about it I'm really not a very memorable person anyways.  It's strange that I saw them all in one bus/subway trip, all within about an hour.  Suddenly a lot of things are starting to feel distant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite what I said in the last post, I'm watching the sun rise right now.  It really is a magnificent thing.  I tried getting a picture of it with my webcam but it just doesn't do it any justice at all.  Too bad though, I guess I should invest in a digital camera soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is a pretty depressing post.  I hope I didn't get anyone down.  Oh well, it's not like very many people read these anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-111071416008726404?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/111071416008726404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=111071416008726404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/111071416008726404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/111071416008726404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2005/03/rising-sun.html' title='The Rising Sun'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-110897964600100547</id><published>2005-02-21T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T05:10:01.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey E-mail #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ok so everytime I get one of these survey e-mails I'm too lazy to foreward them to a binch of people so I figured if anyone wants to fill it out just leave it it my comments space. It's just easier for me to copy paste them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one courtesy of Vanessa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Taz.ValentineX. Nicknames: Kinezo, Chinese guy, Kev&lt;br /&gt;X. School: School of Hard Rock&lt;br /&gt;X. Eyes: Red&lt;br /&gt;X. Siblings: 2 half sisters (younger), 1 step sister (older)&lt;br /&gt;X. Ever helped somebody cheat?: yes&lt;br /&gt;X. Missed school b/c it was raining: no&lt;br /&gt;X. Set any body part on fire for amusement: yes&lt;br /&gt;X. Kept a secret from everyone: none of your business&lt;br /&gt;X. Had an imaginary friend?: had?&lt;br /&gt;X. Cried during a Flick: yes&lt;br /&gt;X. Had a crush on a teacher: yes, 3 of them&lt;br /&gt;X. Ever thought an animated character was hot: yes&lt;br /&gt;X. Ever at anytime owned a New Kids on the Block tape: no&lt;br /&gt;X. Prank called someone: and then some&lt;br /&gt;X. Been on stage: yes&lt;br /&gt;------------------FAVORITES------------&lt;br /&gt;X. Colors: blue&lt;br /&gt;X. Day/Night: night&lt;br /&gt;X. Summer/Winter: autumn&lt;br /&gt;X. Online Smiley: ^_^&lt;br /&gt;X. Like anyone: no&lt;br /&gt;X. Known the longest of your friends: Royden, Peter, Jason, Mike&lt;br /&gt;X. Name your best friend(s): Royden, Jason, Peter, Mike&lt;br /&gt;X. Who's the loudest: Gus&lt;br /&gt;X. Who's the shyest: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;X. Who do you go to for advice: A tree&lt;br /&gt;X. Who do you cry with: WTF???&lt;br /&gt;----------IN THE LAST 2 Weeks------------&lt;br /&gt;X. Cried: I cried wolf&lt;br /&gt;X. Cut your hair: no&lt;br /&gt;X. Been mean: Me? Never&lt;br /&gt;X. Been sarcastic: Me? Never&lt;br /&gt;X. Missed someone: yes&lt;br /&gt;X. Hugged someone: yes&lt;br /&gt;X. Fought with your parents: always&lt;br /&gt;X. Wished upon a star: does that work?&lt;br /&gt;X. Laughed until you cried: yes&lt;br /&gt;X. Played Truth or Dare: no&lt;br /&gt;X. Watched a sunrise/sunset: Never watch them, at best embrace them&lt;br /&gt;X. Went to the beach at night: no, it's frozen right now&lt;br /&gt;X. Read a book for fun: yes&lt;br /&gt;X. Ate a meal: Ah, in the last two weeks? No&lt;br /&gt;X. Are you lonely?: yes, but I prefer it that way&lt;br /&gt;X. Are you happy: no, but I prefer it that way&lt;br /&gt;X. Are you talking to someone online: yes&lt;br /&gt;------DO YOU BELIEVE IN....-----&lt;br /&gt;X. God/Devil: I believe in both, I have faith in neither&lt;br /&gt;X. Love: yes&lt;br /&gt;X. The Closet Monster: depends what the implication is&lt;br /&gt;X. The Big Bang Theory?: partially&lt;br /&gt;X. Heaven/Hell: No&lt;br /&gt;X. Superstitions: No&lt;br /&gt;X. What is your full name? Spike Spiegal&lt;br /&gt;X. Who named you?: Lindsey Lohan&lt;br /&gt;X. Backstreet Boys or N Sync? Death&lt;br /&gt;X. When was the last time you showered? 5 years ago&lt;br /&gt;X. What was the last thing that you said online? Pass the salt please&lt;br /&gt;X. What is right next to you?: Pillows&lt;br /&gt;X. What is your computer desk made of? wood&lt;br /&gt;X. What was the last thing that you ate? an egg tart&lt;br /&gt;X. What is your favorite state?: insanity&lt;br /&gt;X. Where do you want to go on your honeymoon?: Mars&lt;br /&gt;X. How many buddies do you have on your list: 102&lt;br /&gt;X. How's the weather right now?: I don't know I'm inside right now&lt;br /&gt;X. What did you do last night?: Watched two lesbians make out&lt;br /&gt;X. What's the best thing that you find about the opposite sex? They have the best body parts&lt;br /&gt;X. Favorite hair color in the opposite sex: Pink&lt;br /&gt;X. Pizza or ice cream? ice cream&lt;br /&gt;X. How do YOU eat an Oreo? throw them in the garbage&lt;br /&gt;X. Dream car? BMW 760&lt;br /&gt;X. What do you want to be when you grow up? Younger&lt;br /&gt;X. What are your future goals?: I don't have any&lt;br /&gt;X. Favorite music?: anything but country&lt;br /&gt;X. Least favorite time of the year: Valentines Day&lt;br /&gt;X. Fast or slow?: at a medium pace&lt;br /&gt;X. Did you notice that number 90 was missing?: There are no numbers here&lt;br /&gt;X. If you could change your name, what would it be?: Mr.Awesome&lt;br /&gt;X. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?: She isn't stuffed when we're sleeping (what a terrible joke T_T)&lt;br /&gt;X. Have you ever been in love? who knows&lt;br /&gt;X. What will your first son's name be?: Alucard&lt;br /&gt;X. Favorite drink?: Milk&lt;br /&gt;X. Do you like scary or happy movies better? both&lt;br /&gt;X. Lust or Love?: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;X. Do you consider cheerleading a sport?: yes&lt;br /&gt;X. Do you want your friends to do this survey?: I could care less&lt;br /&gt;X. When's your birthday? October 9th&lt;br /&gt;X. How old will u be?: 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-110897964600100547?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/110897964600100547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=110897964600100547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110897964600100547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110897964600100547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2005/02/survey-e-mail-1.html' title='Survey E-mail #1'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-110867419663014433</id><published>2005-02-17T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T19:08:49.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a teenage drama king</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I started saying that I was going to update like two weeks ago and I've been procrastinating every day since. Plus I've been hanging around on my new computer alot these days too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one of the people that made a big deal out of Valentine's Day because honestly to me it is just a corporate payday (although I love the name). And as it stands I've never fallen in love (at least I don't think so), and my longest running relationship was 3 months (which was an extreme case). Although it's not as if I'm not trying, because from what I've seen and heard from all around, love is this wonderful, indescribable feeling that people fought wars, steppped over thier own mothers, and generally did things they never thought possible over. Something that powerful should not be underestimated. That might have been a line from an anime but I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;I have a theory about love though. I think that people are jealous when they hear stories about love and they want it too. That's why everyone makes it thier ultimate goal. But then this makes them dive into relationships too quickly and try to convince themselves that there is someone out there for everyone. However I, being the guy that when asked if the glass was half full or half empty, answered that it was simply half a glass of water, believe that there is not someone out there for everyone. I think you are most likely to fall in love when you are least expecting it, because you can't really truly fall in love with someone unless the both of you are being your natural selves. So for me, I say that if it happens someday, fantastic. If not, oh well, too bad. But my advice is don't spend your whole life searching for something that may never have been meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession: I made a grilled cheese sandwich with a fried egg in the middle for breakfast yesterday T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am so sick and tired of the North American attempts at martial arts. All this nonsense about these idiots who think they can sign up for karate class so that they can beat people up. I don't care what degree black belt you have stupid, all it represents to me is the cotton equivelent to &lt;em&gt;Karate for Dummies. &lt;/em&gt;At best all you can achieve through those classes is a very basic structure and maybe a form a fitness workout, that's all. Try bringing garbage into a real fight and see what that stupid black belt means to you after some jackoff kicks you in the nuts, gouges out your eyeball and steals your shoes. Being Chinese, I grew up around a lot of this martial arts stuff (not that being Chinese automatically means that we all mastered martial arts, but the opportunity is always there), so I feel I need to explain this once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;In Chinese, the word equivelent to Martial arts would be Kung fu. But in Chinese Kung fu's meaning is more like the art of movement (some may disagree with me on this). Kung fu does not apply only fighting, it may apply to cooking, weaving hair, whatever. But basically they mastered everything to the point where it became an art. However back then, they were innovative. Every school would come up with thier own skills etc. Now from what I believe, everybody is different in thier own way. So the idea that everybody is learning the same friggin moves and techniques seems rather flawed in the sense that it can only take you so far. I think that was something that Bruce Lee figured out and tried to get across. So basically what I'm saying is that these martial arts classes that you're taking can only be used as a foundation. From there in order to actually be able to use what you've learned, you have to mold it to yourself and turn it into your own style in order for it to be of any use to you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, let's not forget that it is an ART. I cannot stress that enough. The fact that chinese people understand these things is why we will always be the best in fighting movies. This Ong Bak movie I saw a preview for looks like such a heaping pile of garbage. It's the art of the movement that make those Hong Kong movies great, not the acrobatics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession: I woke up at 2:35pm today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that every time I get on the subway or the bus there are always at least a dozen strange people on with me? And whyyyyy, oh whyyyyyyy do they have to bother ME all the time? Am I such a target? Of all the people on the subway system, why me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession: I'm getting too lazy to make these posts, and it doesn't help that I don't think anyone reads them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession: Sometimes when I see things that are really ugly, I want to buy them anyways. Like the Honda Element for example. I know it's a hideous looking car and yet I want to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so one of these days I will have a real website made, until then ...........................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-110867419663014433?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/110867419663014433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=110867419663014433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110867419663014433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110867419663014433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2005/02/confessions-of-teenage-drama-king.html' title='Confessions of a teenage drama king'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-110733001327596027</id><published>2005-02-02T01:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T02:42:16.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion is a dish best served bittersweet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know I haven't updated in a while...........I hope i haven't lost all five of my fans =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i did it, I bought my new computer! It's a dream machine! I got top of the line everything. The bad part is that now I'm flat broke. But then again who the hell needs to go outside when you have Counter Strike: Source? I'm going to start making my website as soon as I load all my programs into this computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samurai Champloo is back on! Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn how to cook, seriously. Now that we have digital cable, I keep watching that damn Food Network and it makes me so jealous when I see what these people get to eat compared to what I eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago my friend was talking about this little scab he had on his hand, when my other friend pointed out another mark he had on his hand. My friend said to him, "you should get that checked out eh? It might be melonoma(sp?)." So this thing looked like your usual birthmark, that little brown dot that people have sometimes. This fraked me out because I have a lot of those marks. It's not noticable because I have them spread out in various areas where nobody usually sees. But the idea that any one of those may be cancerous had me a bit worried these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear prescription eyeglasses, which sucks because I have some really cool sunglasses that I never get to wear. Never being up when the sun is up doesn't help either though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on my couch watching TV the other day when I said to myself &lt;em&gt;I'm Hungry&lt;/em&gt;. I was feeling a bit lazy at that moment so I said &lt;em&gt;ah I'll get it in a second&lt;/em&gt;. That "second" lasted five hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke today thinking &lt;em&gt;the people I knew from high school are long gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a way to escape society? I mean i hate being a part of it. I'm not saying I want to go live in the jungle or anything as extreme as that, it's just that I don't want to be a part of it. I don't agree with about 95% of the law, I hate the idea of being a part of the working class, and I especially hate government. Yet despite all my beliefs I have to abide by all of it simply because some schmuck and his gang of yahoos said so. If there is something else out there, an alternative, someone please let me in on it. Even if I don't agree with the alternative, I would like to believe that there &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about doing what they did in the movie Fight Club. Starting a fight with some random person and then losing on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's all I can muster-up right now but I'll probably post again very soon. My book and my website should be up soon too so don't change that dial, we'll be right back ^_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-110733001327596027?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/110733001327596027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=110733001327596027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110733001327596027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110733001327596027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2005/02/confusion-is-dish-best-served.html' title='Confusion is a dish best served bittersweet...'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-110551568450694718</id><published>2005-01-12T05:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T06:05:11.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please forgive me! T_T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ok so I started writing again. I'm actually doing two stories now actually. One of them is going to be a collaboration with Mike and the other one I'm doing on my own. The collab is going to be a story with lots of action that Mike will put into animation in one form or another. The other one is a serious drama type thing that I just wanted to write. I don't know if I will post it online or anything because I don't want anyone stealing it from me. I'm not sayin that it will get published or anything but if anyone took credit for my work I would definately be very upset. I might post up the 1st chapters for people to preview or something, but I will figure that stuff out later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One thing that I've just noticed recently is the fact that when I'm sitting around with someone, I don't feel the need to say anything. I know that doesn't sound strange but I think it makes people feel akward. I realized this a few days ago when I was sitting around with a friend, and I didn't say anything. I noticed that he kept trying to think of something to say even though it was kind of stupid conversation, and it made it worse that I kept giving one word answers and then not following up. I hadn't noticed this before that day but then I thought back and there was this other time, I was in one of my college classes and this girl was sitting next to me. We were early for class and there was only like two other people at the other end of the class. She asked me how I did on the last test, and I was like "...okay." I didn't say anything afterwards, and after like a 5 second pause she said "it wasn't as hard as I thought." Then I was like "....yeah." Well from there........well you get the idea. She went on like that for about 10 minutes til the professor came. Silences don't bother me but now I'm realizing that it really makes people feel akward. It doesn't help that I'm not much of a conversationist either. I'm sorry to all the people who tried to conversate with me, I'll try and be more vocal in the future. Please forgive me! T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyone remember me mentioning a book I read called &lt;em&gt;Derailed&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;em&gt;James Siegal&lt;/em&gt;? Well Binda informed me that they are making a movie on this. ***SPOILER*** Apparently he heard about it on Entertainment Tonight. You can look it up on &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/"&gt;http://imdb.com&lt;/a&gt; if you want.  There is this really graphic rape scene in this book, and the victim will be played by Jennifer Anniston! I know I'm a pig for saying this but that's friggin hot! Please forgive me! T_T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Those Pringles salt-n-vinegar chips are damn good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nobody in my house can cook. The only time I get a decent meal is during the holidays. I tried cooking after being inspired from watching too much of The Food Network.........Didn't turn out quite like I had hoped. Didn't even pass the edible standard T_T After I had sprinted to the garbage bin to spit out a mouthful of food (and I use the term lightly), I had imediately changed my standard in women. If there is a girl out there who can cook, and is willing to cook for me everyday, then I'm set. Hear that??? ANY GIRLS OUT THERE WHO CAN COOK, AND IS WILLING TO COOK FOR ME EVERYDAY, DROP ME A LINE ^_- THERE IS A WEDDING RING IN IT FOR YOU!!!! ............................I'm a pig I know, please forgive me! T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I like making sigs, like the ones you'd use on forums, but I don't have anywhere to use them. Sometimes I join random forums just so I have a place to use them.............Ya so? I'm a loser, big deal. Being cool requires too much work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometime last year, I had a really strange dream that I din't want to forget. When I woke from the dream (I'm not even sure if I was really awake because I don't remember it), I had written down the contents of the dream and then went back to sleep. I tucked the papers in between a stack of other papers and shoved it away. I was cleaning my room last night and I found this paper and read it over. It was a very bizarre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; dream. I'm not posting what I wrote because it was like three pages and I don't feel like typing it. However if anyone were to inquire about this then I might consider typing it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Final Note: For some reason this tsunami thing didn't really effect me. I'm not trying to take anything away from it but these days when you see things like that on TV it really doesn't make much of an impact. The things I see on TV seem almost surreal to me now. The tsunami hit very close to some areas where I have family and stuff but never made it that far. Anyways, I just wanted to send my condolances in that direction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-110551568450694718?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/110551568450694718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=110551568450694718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110551568450694718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110551568450694718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2005/01/please-forgive-me-tt.html' title='Please forgive me! T_T'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-110449760575562115</id><published>2004-12-31T07:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T08:02:43.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A glitch in the Matrix</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Have you ever noticed that reality slips from time to time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was walking home at about just after 3am a few nights ago and suddenly, for about a second, there was no sound. Usually there is either street noise, wind, air movement, lights buzzing, whatever. There is always a noise somewhere. But that night for that very short amount of time everything just shut up at once. Every bit of noise around me seemed as though it had paused for something, like that sudden pause you make when you feel like someone is following you. There was nothing in motion except me at that hour. So for a second there, I had almost thought time had stopped.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's New Years Eve.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I took a picture of my eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I got the Idea from someone I know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/265459.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why is it that sunlight makes me sleepy? I would like to be awake when everyone else is but everytime I get sunlight in my eye I start to feel the drowsy weights on my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I figured it out, the Grim Reaper and Father Clock are one and the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There are eight different items in my bedroom that keep time (eg. watches, clocks, the digital clock on my VCR etc.). I've never noticed how many things we have for keeping time. Are we all crazy? How many do you have? Count them. Maybe we keep them around because they make us feel like we have an infinite amount of time, but remind us that we don't have much time at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There is this cooking show called "Sugar" on The Food Network. I think that if I ever met that woman who hosts the show in real life, I would ask her to marry me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think things look smaller the further away they are because our eyes are round. I wonder what things would look like if our eyes were flat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My New Years resolution:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1) Find something of substance&lt;br /&gt;2) Find some kind of purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3) If 1 &amp;amp; 2 don`t fall through, find degradation and hit rock bottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4) If 3 doesn`t fall through, jump off of the roof of the tallest building I can get access to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gan Batte Ne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-110449760575562115?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/110449760575562115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=110449760575562115' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110449760575562115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110449760575562115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/12/glitch-in-matrix.html' title='A glitch in the Matrix'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-110383722468384826</id><published>2004-12-23T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T18:12:13.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Holiday Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well who would've thought that we would've ended up getting a white Christmas at the last minute. And here I was thinking that we were getting another dull one like last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/253676.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but as you can see that is thankfully not the case...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...which also hopefully means that I will be snowboarding soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;....Now on a heavier note...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When did the malls become the dumbest places on the face of this planet? I mean, I remember it was not too long ago, (in high school), that I used to enjoy visiting the mall. These days I don't even go to malls anymore because they suck. The other day I went down to a local mall with Jay to buy Christmas presents, and I noticed that the people wandering around this place all thought they were gangsters and rap superstars. Is that what high school looks like now? It's not as if I had stepped out of high school very long ago. So what the fuck!?!? These kids were spending most their lives, living in a wanksters paradise. And quite frankly a pack of 13-year-olds, walking around with that hot-shot leg-limp, giving people cut eye, is just the kind of situation that will find them bloodied in the parking lot. Of course this doesn't go for everyone, this is just the kind of area that I live in. Everyone thinks they're hardcore, but they're not. Definitely not. I hate the mall now. I think ever since they removed that arcade, and movie theatre prices tripled, I lost any reason to go there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Next up on the docket, bad drivers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now why is it that as soon as we get the slightest bit of moisture on the friggin' ground, the road instantly becomes a bumper-cart track. I mean come on people it's really not that complicated. I mean, when there is snow on the ground, and you drive a 91' corolla, don't try to be a hero and make some 90-degree lane change stupid, you'll probably crash. And also, if you're too afraid to drive the speed limit because of the conditions, fine, but then you need to MOVE BITCH, GET OUTZ THA WAY!!! Not that complicated for fuck sake, just take the inside lane and stay there. Quite frankly I always expect Canadians to be able to handle these slight weather conditions better, but they never do. I mean come on you live in CANADA! We get this kind of wacky weather ALL-YEAR-ROUND! You should've gotten used to it by now, you should've adapted. But it never gets better. No matter how much you complain about, the fact remains that like 95% of the people on the road don't deserve to own their licenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope you people have fun over the holidays, all the non-christians out there who celebrate Christmas, like me, who ravage the holday's purpose and call it (*In Destruction Derby Announce Table Voice*)......."X-MAS!" Well for whatever reason you do it just enjoy yourself. And take a swig for me when new years drinking, which is about as religious as it gets for me........next to the Final Fantasy and Anime of course -_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-110383722468384826?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/110383722468384826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=110383722468384826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110383722468384826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110383722468384826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-holiday-rant.html' title='My Holiday Rant'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-110299989427623329</id><published>2004-12-14T02:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T23:53:20.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.......hehehe......pt.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ok, I've calmed down a bit after downloading and watching the trailer 78234 times and running around on forums to discuss the trailer. Apparently SE (Square-Enix) is delaying the release of this movie yet again, so to make up for it, they released a 4.5min trailer that is uBer-iTenSe. If you have no idea what I am talking about, well then.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1) First you need to know that I am a hardcore fan of Final Fantasy fan on a level beyond religious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2) You need to know that Final Fantasy VII was my favourite of them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3) The "Valentine" from Taz.Valentine is taken from Vincent Valentine, a character from Final Fantasy VII.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4) Then you need to go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.square-enix.co.jp/dvd/ff7ac/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.square-enix.co.jp/dvd/ff7ac/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; and watch the trailers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5 *optional*) Find out what Final Fantasy VII was about, or play the game (if you haven't already).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then you might get it to some extent....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyways, I just wanted to clear that up so that nobody would think I had lost my mind.......again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh yeah, and some stuff happened to me recently. I went out.....uh....did stuff......possibly might have seen a movie.......uh....well whatever, after seeing that trailer none of that seems worth talking about so I'll stop here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-110299989427623329?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/110299989427623329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=110299989427623329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110299989427623329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110299989427623329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/12/hehehept2.html' title='.......hehehe......pt.2'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-110294857641065596</id><published>2004-12-13T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T23:55:52.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hehehe....... hehehe.............. hehehehe.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just saw the latest 4 minute trailer for Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..............and.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..........well.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMFG!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOLY FUCK!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***BANGS FIST REPEATEDLY ON DESK***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:$#@@#%$^&amp;$$!^$@#$%"&gt;$#@&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;@#%$^&amp;amp;$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;$!^$@#$%&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AAAA&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;AAAAAH&lt;/span&gt;HHH&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;H!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;WOW!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;*FLIPS TABLE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;W&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;OOOOWW&lt;/span&gt;W!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***JUMPS UP AND DOWN LIKE CAGED ANIMAL***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;*puff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;*wheez*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;*puff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...........man...............i..........can't breathe..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.........i.........am...so.............blown.......away.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*puff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*wheez*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...........too..........excited..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.....might........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.............hehe.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;......puke............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*puff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*wheez*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*puff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*lights cigarette*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-110294857641065596?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/110294857641065596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=110294857641065596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110294857641065596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110294857641065596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/12/hehehe-hehehe-hehehehe.html' title='hehehe....... hehehe.............. hehehehe.........'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-110240103460978907</id><published>2004-12-07T01:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T01:30:34.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nice, the first real snowfall, and by real I meant that it actually stayed on the ground this time.  Let's hope this keeps up so I can go snowboarding soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-110240103460978907?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/110240103460978907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=110240103460978907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110240103460978907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110240103460978907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/12/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow...'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-110216102775198871</id><published>2004-12-04T06:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T06:50:27.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What goes up, must come down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There once was a band of travellers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;who called themselves Uneek Concepts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Their journies were long travelled, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but now it is nothing more than a memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-110216102775198871?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/110216102775198871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=110216102775198871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110216102775198871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110216102775198871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-goes-up-must-come-down.html' title='What goes up, must come down.'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-110197149776922142</id><published>2004-12-02T05:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T03:02:50.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Soup For The Daydreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I find myself daydreaming about taking my college money and buying a one way ticket to a country where nobody knows me and I can remain anonymous. ~_~ How scary that this fantasy doesn't feel like a bad idea any way I look at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ran into Ethel and Bacari the other day as I was walking anonymously down the Queen st.. Ethel just grabbed my arm as I was walking and said I couldn't hear them screaming my name (because I was wearing my headphones of course).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As my thickly accented banker informed me the other day about how I will be recieving less interest and paying more service charges due to my suddenly fleeting age, I realized that it is probably best that I don't own a gun because I would almost certainly shoot myself with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was pondering about how people always say that my sleep patterns are weird because I don't sleep or wake up at normal hours, and I realized that a "normal" sleep pattern is completely outrageous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Explanation: Time was created upon the basis of the orbitary movement and rotational axis' of our solar system. Basically when the sun goes up and down and therefore however long it takes the sun to float around the earth and whatever other compliacated factors may be involved. I'm not a scientist so I don't know the technical jargon but just bear with me. So suddenly it seems to me that in order to have a "normal" sleep pattern, my bodily functions must almost directly line up with with all the interstellar movement; the planetary orbit, the rotational axis, gravity, gas, chemicals, particles etc. Suddenly having a "normal" sleep pattern seems like a lot more of a painstaking task than ever before. Of course that's just my opinion and I assume that not everyone agrees, but that is just the way I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Major life decision (only if you're crazy enough to believe so): Cholesterol or Health?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(guess what? it's all in you're head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Apply when &lt;strong&gt;you know&lt;/strong&gt; it's neccessary: I don't know what you're looking for, but it's not going to be in the fridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-110197149776922142?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/110197149776922142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=110197149776922142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110197149776922142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110197149776922142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/12/chicken-soup-for-daydreamer.html' title='Chicken Soup For The Daydreamer'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-110174692542575498</id><published>2004-11-29T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T11:51:21.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearing The Holidays....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Usually at this time of year I start to get into a really bad mood and talk to no one. I'm okay so far though, which is better than usual. Just NOBODY PISS ME OFF OKAY! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pricing out my computer: oh man im getting a 256mb graphics card for sure *drools* . Oh crap I'm gunna get hooked on the online games again T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-110174692542575498?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/110174692542575498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=110174692542575498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110174692542575498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110174692542575498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/11/nearing-holidays.html' title='Nearing The Holidays....'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-110140344477917697</id><published>2004-11-25T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T12:12:55.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>insert title here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ya ya i know its been a while, bite me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well as usual progress always begins with hassle and this time is no different. First I figured I would make the website before writing the story. It seemed like a reasonable idea until I realized that the anime, these days especially, has taken up about 80% of my hard drive space which when added to the installed programs, leaves me with barely enough resources to turn the damned computer on. Solution? I am buying a new computer. Whether it be a new laptop or a new desktop I still don't know yet but either way I'm getting a new one. Until then the website creation is postponed yet again T_T And I'm not even going to start writing the story until January, which I guess means that you people will just have to wait some more. Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;These days I have been sleeping at irregular hours again. I can't remember the last time I saw daylight. I'm still working at the restaurant where the drunks continue to annoy me as always. I finished reading the book &lt;em&gt;Rain Fall &lt;/em&gt;by Barry Eisler and am now reading the sequel &lt;em&gt;Hard Rain. &lt;/em&gt;Great book, I recommend it to anyone who is inclined towards the Bourne and/or Tom Clancy type stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I still wonder if anyone has actually been reading this friggin' blog. Send me an e-mail or something to let me know (unless I know you personally in which case you can just tell me). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't wait to see that Blade Trinty movie. It looks awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quote from some stupid forum guy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"yo free masons exist yo, i know cuz i been invited to be 1 long time ago but i turn dem down. yall dun know tha shit i seen its crazy yo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Methinks upon the above quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If people this fuckin stupid really exist in the world, then I've lost faith in the world! I wonder how these fuckin people get around without being told how fuckin stupid and ignorant they are, and why they aren't impounded and caged with certain zoo animals that I would sooner trust the common sense of!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**exhale**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.....sorry but it's understandable right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And that concludes this edition of story time with Valentine, see you next time and remember, life sucks when you have to look at it from between your legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-110140344477917697?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/110140344477917697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=110140344477917697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110140344477917697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/110140344477917697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/11/insert-title-here.html' title='insert title here'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-109993904480861484</id><published>2004-11-08T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T13:43:20.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A sign of things to come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nothing worth posting since last time. I'm going to start writing my story/book some time early January so keep en eye out for that. I'm probably going to post it somehwre on the internet. I'm going to try my best to make a new website before then, which has been loooooong in the waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;!!!!&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater (Releases Nov.17th)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gran Turismo 4 (Releases Dec.15th)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/!!!!&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Husband comes home with a duck under his arm and declares&lt;br /&gt;"this is the pig I've been shagging" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;His wife says "that's a duck"&lt;br /&gt;He says "I was talking to the duck"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joke courtesy of my cousin she8cake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Edit: I just looked outside and it's snowing! Snowboarding season begins! *tears of joy* T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-109993904480861484?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/109993904480861484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=109993904480861484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109993904480861484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109993904480861484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/11/sign-of-things-to-come.html' title='A sign of things to come...'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-109930965296182465</id><published>2004-11-01T02:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T02:17:15.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reading Week Of Horrors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Long time no see....sorry it's been a while I know, so let's get this game of ketchup rolling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think it was some time last week when I decided that I am no longer going to phone people anymore because I noticed that plans rarely ever fall through and that people are generally unreliable. And so I enter the reading week, basically a week in which I do little to diddly squat. All this free time and nobody that I'm willing call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Friday: Did nothing....slept early because the mid-terms were too early in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Saturday: I decided to begin my new found lone-wolfism by going downtown for no real reason. Mentioned it to Mike who decided to tag along. Then Binda called me while I was in post-slumber mode with inquisitions as to what I would be doing on this day.....and so he eventually decided to tag along as well. I really hadn't actually planned on what I was going to do downtown, I had only planned to &lt;em&gt;go &lt;/em&gt;downtown. At some point I noticed that the two of them were wondering &lt;em&gt;why the fuck did I decide to come down here again? &lt;/em&gt;They were obviously bored out of their minds, but regardless I dragged them through Chinatown anyways since it was I that decided to go in the first place. I think it was Binda that eventually decided to suggest we go down to my restaurant. So we went down to my restaurant. My cousin Sheryl was bartending/waitressing there that night and had the privelage of serving me my first &lt;em&gt;legal&lt;/em&gt; alcoholic beverage at our family establishment. Later when those guys really weren't in the mood to hang out with me anymore, they decided they were tired and wanted to head home (aprox.8pm). And back to Scarborough we went. Mike went straight home, while Binda and I somehow ended up meeting up with 5 of 7 members of UNC, Tanya, Magic, and the Drunk Greek girl who stayed in Peter's truck; whose name I can't quite remember at this moment. We ended up go-carting over at F1.....because Binda took me with him in his early-game wipe out, Anthony ended up coming first and beating me by 0.4 of a second. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sunday: Since I woke up at about 4pm, there wasn't really much of a day for me to spend doing stuff. I think I just chilled with Wesley this day and watched Samurai Champloo from eps. 7-17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Monday: Slept in ridiculously again. I think Peter called me and we went up to my restaurant. Did I do something else that day???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tuesday: .......Strange, I don't seem to have any recollection of this day....~_~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wednesday: Jay calls and asks if I want to go to Scarborough Town Centre. And so we ended up going. He needed to buy some stuffed animal for his girlfriend....no comment on his tactical monetary expenditures ^_- We ended up watching Team America which was fairly funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thurday: Wesley just showed up at my house and started using my computer while I was still asleep. After I got over the disguting disply of kramer-ness, we went over to visit Mindy and Ms.Sonne. Ate some pizza and watched some movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(note: somewhere between Wednesday and Thursday, Wesley, Jay and I decided on buying swords and possible getting some kind of team engraving on it. I'll keep you posted on developments on this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Friday: Slept in to 6pm which is reminiscent to my &lt;em&gt;no-school&lt;/em&gt; days where I am in reality a vampire. Ended up DJing the Karaoke over at the Restaurant for those drunken rubes who frequent there. Nice! I got paid! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Saturday: Pretty much the same as Friday. god bless the irreparable vocals of that Horus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sunday: Went to Chapters and bought a new book called &lt;em&gt;Rain Fall&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;em&gt;Barry Eisler. &lt;/em&gt;Loafed there for a while then just barely made it home to begin the candy charity that is Holloween. I had planned on just sticking around at home and giving away the chocolate but then Binda called and came over. He hung out at my place until Dembi came knocking at my door with Elias. Binda and I ended up escorting around with the two of them until the conclusion of Elias' short lived trick-or-treat session. Ran into Peter, Matt and Magic over at the coffee shop, Peter dressed in his Toga (*chants*). So I had almost made it through the whole week without the annoying failed plans or unreliablility of my friends, but just like them, it shows up as late as possible. So basically we were going to the club Afterlife but then............yknow what fuck it, I not even going to explain it in full. Basically we were supposed to go, we got there late, we had to leave early, Peter got pissed off at Anthony, emotions shot back and forth pointlessly like the lasers in laser-tag and I ended up paying 10 bucks for a cover charge that lasted me about 15 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry about the long read, I'll try not to do this again in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This weeks lesson: &lt;em&gt;plans rarely ever fall through and people are generally unreliable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-109930965296182465?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/109930965296182465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=109930965296182465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109930965296182465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109930965296182465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/10/reading-week-of-horrors.html' title='The Reading Week Of Horrors'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-109836487096994678</id><published>2004-10-21T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T09:21:10.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Team America!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i need to see that Team America movie!!!!  It is a serious requirement right now!!!!  if no1 goes with me to see it this weekend i might even go on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T ......... mid terms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-109836487096994678?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/109836487096994678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=109836487096994678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109836487096994678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109836487096994678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/10/team-america.html' title='Team America!!!'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-109822984781903142</id><published>2004-10-19T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T19:50:47.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Chicken Soup for the Hardcore Pornographer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-109822984781903142?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/109822984781903142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=109822984781903142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109822984781903142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109822984781903142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/10/chicken-soup.html' title='Chicken Soup'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-109806172566709282</id><published>2004-10-17T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T01:31:29.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hcappy Bourhday Antony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Last night was Anthony's birthday Bash (GEH more October drinking -_-). We went to Afterlife and we got plastered. .... hmmmm i dont remember much from last night, all i know is that i have this foggy memory of Richard kissing Dembi.............. i wonder what that's all about? ~_~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bleh! coming up on mid terms, i'm toast....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;edit:  just heard a good quote, and since I can't fit anything into my msn title anymore i guess I'll throw my quotes here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~~~ "the people you travel with become like a family" ~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-109806172566709282?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/109806172566709282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=109806172566709282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109806172566709282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109806172566709282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/10/hcappy-bourhday-antony.html' title='Hcappy Bourhday Antony'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-109780239024221861</id><published>2004-10-14T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T21:08:10.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindlessness......is that a word?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Strange thing happened today, we had to write a quiz and I couldn't remember my own name @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-109780239024221861?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/109780239024221861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=109780239024221861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109780239024221861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109780239024221861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/10/mindlessnessis-that-word.html' title='Mindlessness......is that a word?'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-109756100343493368</id><published>2004-10-12T05:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T02:12:54.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Birthday Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wow what a crazy weekend ive had&lt;br /&gt;i guess that intuition i had 2 posts ago was wrong......but i'm usually right about these things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Celebrated mine and Taky's birthday (yet another October b-day) over at tha Viventi's. Got a little hand when I was to "wheels" those vodka and w/e mix drinks ~_~&lt;br /&gt;Thx to Riot Squad for coming out that night and thx to Ms.Sonne and Mindy for that cake that almost put me away for good ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Spent the early parts of this day with the family (the ones that showed up anyways). Apparently the bunch of them that didn't show up all contracted SARS (thatz not what they said but thatz what my "intuition" told me -_^)&lt;br /&gt;On a day where i thought everyone had forgotten my birthday, it seems that they all seemed to remember within a time span of ten minutes, during that ten minutes in which I received an obscene amount of phone calls and instant messages @_@&lt;br /&gt;I chilled wit Wesley, Jay, Lam, and Stevie G (for a brief period) and we jus did things old skool down at Max's Cafe as I took advantage of my new ability to use my age to buy alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Beginning of this day (3pm) we just hung around Peter's until night where they took me to this club called Pearl. Thx to Matt for getting us in free and getting us free parking. Thanx to everyone who showed up, i had a blast and I hyped up that i can do it again for every weekend that follows this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Just chilled around today. Hung out at Peter's. Hung out at Commons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing about turning 19.....now that I am legally allowed to do all these things that come with adulthood........NOBODY ASKS ME FOR MY ID!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-109756100343493368?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/109756100343493368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=109756100343493368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109756100343493368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109756100343493368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/10/birthday-weekend.html' title='THE Birthday Weekend'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-109738952564098352</id><published>2004-10-09T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T02:06:55.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ya so it was my Birthday today....woo hooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm finally of legal drinking age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hung out with tha family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hung out with some friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to those of you who remembered, big up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to those of you who forgot........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-109738952564098352?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/109738952564098352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=109738952564098352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109738952564098352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109738952564098352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-109727221797515352</id><published>2004-10-08T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T17:50:17.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Haven't posted in a few days, nothing much to report.  School is boring as ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Jay.  Keep racking up those exp points good budday ^_^v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mine is tommorow.....sure are a lot of birthdays in October -_-#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not going to get my hopes up because although it's my 19th (thus drinking age) i have a feeling nothing special will happen @_@&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-109727221797515352?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/109727221797515352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=109727221797515352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109727221797515352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109727221797515352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-birthday-jay.html' title='Happy Birthday Jay'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-109727187518192338</id><published>2004-10-06T02:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T17:44:35.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:::    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NVS&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;We will always be none the wiser....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-109727187518192338?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/109727187518192338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=109727187518192338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109727187518192338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109727187518192338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-birthday-nate.html' title='Happy Birthday Nate'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-109703421400663108</id><published>2004-10-06T02:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T23:43:34.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;slept in, missed class today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ran into Herbert from WCCI, he was working at Tim Hortons (for 4 years apparently)....seems hes not as goofy as i remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;spent the rest of the day trying to fix Budal's laptop which is giving me a hard time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;watched them feed the sharks at big al's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;watched Kill Bill vol.1 &amp;amp; 2, and then watched Cowboy Bebop the Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-109703421400663108?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/109703421400663108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=109703421400663108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109703421400663108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109703421400663108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/10/slow-day_109703421400663108.html' title='Slow Day....'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-109696342115283947</id><published>2004-10-05T02:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T04:03:41.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another School day......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I got my english test back today, got a 90.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Highest mark in the class ^_^ v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Samurai Champloo is getting really good (ep.16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-109696342115283947?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/109696342115283947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=109696342115283947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109696342115283947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109696342115283947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/10/another-school-day.html' title='Another School day......'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-109686122743793852</id><published>2004-10-03T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T23:48:48.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mindy ^_^ v</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Went to Mindy's birthday party today, good stuff. Damn Gambit, I can't even breathe right now (cat allergies that I have for those who don't know). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nieces came over to the house today, and I'm walking around like an old fart. Damn these kids sure grow up fast. Some of them aren't even playing with toys anymore......WTF IS THAT ALL ABOUT, I'M NOT THAT OLD AM I???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Talking to Wesley right now, he's still a loser........~_~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HAHAHA jus kiddin buddy don't get too upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Weekend is over already, can't wait til next week, things should get more interesting by then. Newayz im out ^_^ v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-109686122743793852?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/109686122743793852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=109686122743793852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109686122743793852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109686122743793852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-birthday-mindy-v.html' title='Happy Birthday Mindy ^_^ v'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-109679950878958611</id><published>2004-10-02T06:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T04:07:46.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Underage Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Had a conversation with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my step sister. Man time flies doesn't it? My mom has been crazy in decorating the living room to match our new 50" Plasma HD television with pictures wrapped in matching silver picture frames. Started looking at pictures of what i used to look like back when i had really long hair and when all the nieces and nephews were so much smaller. Man we're gettin old arent we? Started listening to some old music in Peterz pathfinder, brought back some memories. And now that i started to realize that all tha new music that's coming all soundz like crap to me.......I REALLY FEEL OLD T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;newayz not much happened today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;went to Chapters wit Binda, went to Danforth wit Tony, Tanya, Rich an Binda......met up wit Peter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;went down to "street races" again but didnt catch any races (BTW I like how Spence drives, he drives fast). Peter took off on us early on so i rode wit Spencer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bleh i have such boring weekends......but that should change since im gunna be 19 in exactly ONE WEEK!!!!!!!! ^_^ v Gotta go get my license!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-109679950878958611?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/109679950878958611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=109679950878958611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109679950878958611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109679950878958611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-last-underage-weekend.html' title='My Last Underage Weekend'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-109669371735088509</id><published>2004-10-02T01:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T01:29:18.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Had a test in business class.....T_T&lt;br /&gt;these 8am startz r really starting to get to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to woodbine to see tha street racers.......boring&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why i keep goin back to those places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-109669371735088509?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/109669371735088509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=109669371735088509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109669371735088509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109669371735088509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/10/bleh.html' title='Bleh'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-109659475940245911</id><published>2004-09-30T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T01:28:32.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dam Ericsson phones!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WTF everytime i call Panagioti I get that dam answering machine!!!! I know you're getting those calls and ignoring them dammit!!!! I hate Ericsson phones!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-109659475940245911?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/109659475940245911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=109659475940245911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109659475940245911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109659475940245911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/09/dam-ericsson-phones.html' title='Dam Ericsson phones!!'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519027.post-109643523634628564</id><published>2004-09-29T04:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T01:20:36.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>Testing......testing.....1,2,3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519027-109643523634628564?l=tazvalentine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/feeds/109643523634628564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519027&amp;postID=109643523634628564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109643523634628564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519027/posts/default/109643523634628564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazvalentine.blogspot.com/2004/09/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>Taz.Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02658955669081706459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/2889Z5I3w/264910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
