<?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-38798723</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:39:08.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>トイェト　ブレク</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toilet-break.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38798723/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toilet-break.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17863472929770131146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38798723.post-4462691284367948010</id><published>2007-03-22T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T05:32:00.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one coming my way</title><content type='html'>I think I've seen this slimy template as much as how all of you are bored of it (provided if anyone ever reads my blog anyway). So I had this "cool" idea of doing a Evangelion template, using Unit-01 (the purple badass mecha).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Heck, Neon Genesis Evangelion was one of my favourite anime series so it feels right to thump in some love for NGE. Its so much better than those crappy Naruto and Bleach series that are all about combat, combat, and more combat (well at first it went to the right direction but after that many shitty meaningless episodes piled up there for the sake of airing the continuation show on TV instead of making another "season" to save up some money and keep the audience "suspended"... My ass). And I'm not joking about being a fanatic of NGE. I've rewatched the series so many times that I forgot to count. But, its a short anime consisting of 25-30ish episodes and 2 movies anyway. Although I've watched it so many times, some questions in the plot remains unanswered and leaves it up to you to conclude what kind of ending you want it to be, since it leaves room for different answers. This is the charm of NGE. You think more than what it tells you, keeps you in suspense, and questions your existence... Ok you don't really question your existence after watching it but it definately leaves an impact in your life, whether deep or shallow. Unless of course, you are a complete idiot and cannot figure out what message is the show  trying to tell  you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Man, thats some "Wall'o'Text". Paragraph rule = Broken. Ok so after ranting about NGE, I thought that the show "Beck" isn't bad as well, infact, good.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Although totally different from NGE, Beck is an enjoyable show without a confusing plot, meaning you don't have to rack your brains and scratch your head till all your hair gets ripped off by your fingers. It is about a band, and well thats all. But, if you watch it, you know what I mean by a "good" anime :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thought I might show you some very early stock images that I made for the new template.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://img255.imageshack.us/img255/6217/29333mt20060303eva01s25gn6.jpg"&gt;Click Here!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So yeah, it looks like shit. Wonder if I will continue this or not, since I'm a monk for 3 days, probably I'll call quitters after another day or two.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;CiaoOoOoOoOoOo.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38798723-4462691284367948010?l=toilet-break.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toilet-break.blogspot.com/feeds/4462691284367948010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38798723&amp;postID=4462691284367948010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38798723/posts/default/4462691284367948010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38798723/posts/default/4462691284367948010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toilet-break.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-one-coming-my-way.html' title='Another one coming my way'/><author><name>Fenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17863472929770131146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38798723.post-4382928808806517633</id><published>2007-03-18T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T08:02:48.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing manicodes</title><content type='html'>I was playing manicodes with SmarterChild cause I had nothing better to do. It came out really entertaining. The bold words are the words that I gave it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"A Narrow Escape&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;undertaker&lt;/strong&gt; and I were &lt;strong&gt;farting&lt;/strong&gt; up the &lt;strong&gt;tensed&lt;/strong&gt; street when a &lt;strong&gt;balls&lt;/strong&gt; came speeding by. The &lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt; driver&lt;strong&gt; furiously&lt;/strong&gt; applied the &lt;strong&gt;underwears&lt;/strong&gt;. He narrowly &lt;strong&gt;farted&lt;/strong&gt; hitting a &lt;strong&gt;mustang&lt;/strong&gt; that stood on the corner. When he got out of the car, he began to &lt;strong&gt;stab&lt;/strong&gt; with relief. Luckily, no one was injured."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"A Galaxy Far, Far Away&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As I was &lt;strong&gt;slapping&lt;/strong&gt; at the&lt;strong&gt; balls&lt;/strong&gt;, I wondered what life would be like on another world. Would people have wheels on their happy &lt;strong&gt;illusion&lt;/strong&gt; to help them move about more &lt;strong&gt;vigorously&lt;/strong&gt;? Would each person have to&lt;strong&gt; rape&lt;/strong&gt; to help them do their work? For a moment, I &lt;strong&gt;farted&lt;/strong&gt; I could travel to an &lt;strong&gt;unhappy&lt;/strong&gt; world like this to &lt;strong&gt;pee&lt;/strong&gt; what life would be like. Then I realized that with two teenaged &lt;strong&gt;assholes&lt;/strong&gt;, life here was confusing enough."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"A Letter to Santa&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dear Santa, I have been a very good &lt;strong&gt;rooster&lt;/strong&gt; this year. I have been&lt;strong&gt; bitching&lt;/strong&gt; my mom all year for a&lt;strong&gt; bad loser&lt;/strong&gt;, but she said you would give me an&lt;strong&gt; even&lt;/strong&gt; one if I behaved &lt;strong&gt;cautiously&lt;/strong&gt; until Christmas Eve. I would also like some new&lt;strong&gt; farts&lt;/strong&gt;. I accidentally &lt;strong&gt;shitted&lt;/strong&gt; my old ones. I would also like a new&lt;strong&gt; pee&lt;/strong&gt; for my room. I'd ask Mommy for one but she said not to  &lt;strong&gt;annoy&lt;/strong&gt; her during "The Young and the Restless."&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;"A Day at the DMV&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I just hate &lt;strong&gt;bitching&lt;/strong&gt; at the DMV. Every time I go there, I'm always waiting in these really long &lt;strong&gt;neighbours&lt;/strong&gt;. Then when I finally get to the front, I always have to deal with very &lt;strong&gt;ugly&lt;/strong&gt; people who always act &lt;strong&gt;ironically&lt;/strong&gt; towards me. I hand them my&lt;strong&gt; ass&lt;/strong&gt; and they snatch it away from me with their&lt;strong&gt; hole&lt;/strong&gt; very forcefully. I remember the last time I went there, this person &lt;strong&gt;peed&lt;/strong&gt; me and gave me a very &lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt; look. I was ready to &lt;strong&gt;die&lt;/strong&gt; right there in the DMV. So my advice to you is: next time you have to go to the DMV, you'd better bring along your&lt;strong&gt; sticks&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Lol I have lots more, but you get the idea. Not perfect english, and some sentences don't make sense. But, its kind of hilarious.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thats my post today, yeah I'm lazy cause I'm busy playing Talesweaver. Great game. And I'm going to save up the money and fix a new gaming rig. Time to kiss the faggets who ruin my life (money) goodbye.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;BTW, SmarterChild is an MSN bot.&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/38798723-4382928808806517633?l=toilet-break.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toilet-break.blogspot.com/feeds/4382928808806517633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38798723&amp;postID=4382928808806517633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38798723/posts/default/4382928808806517633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38798723/posts/default/4382928808806517633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toilet-break.blogspot.com/2007/03/playing-manicodes.html' title='Playing manicodes'/><author><name>Fenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17863472929770131146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38798723.post-8349726029305562246</id><published>2007-03-09T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T07:55:21.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>Its been a psychological week. I'm feeling stressed for no particular reason. I don't know, it just comes but definately not as frequent as menstruation. It sucks being the fact that I'm just an ordinary loser secondary school kid with shitty results and don't give a fuck about life, and actually get stress as if Apollo is burning on my shoulders with immerse heat.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Feel like I'm losing my mind real soon. Whats next? My soul being eaten by a Grim Reaper? Hell no thats some crappy way to die. At least I can die in honour if I climb Mount Everest and accidentally tripped my ass to the cold ice and dive into immortality, but no. I don't think humanity is as ever simple as this.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To bring in much insanity and to prove that I'm going crazy, I took a psychological test with my old "Home Psychologist"  manual which I found at my grubby database of unread(able) junk and found out that I'm over 50% depressed. And depressed about what? Love life and being Nostalgic. Yeah, Nostalgia. And "Love life" isn't even worth mentioning because why? I never understood love anyway. If they mean "Love life" as in dating and having sex, well yeah, probably all kids are deprived from that.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So they are probably wrong about the love crap, but I guess they were right about me being nostalgic, cause right now I kept wondering what I cound have done if I didn't spend all the shitty time I had during my childhood to play crappy CounterStrike for  6 hours straight as soon as I reach home. I mean, I don't even take a shit when I start playing until I actually stop.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And I looked back at my old self, and sure do I look like a nasty little fucker. Always throwing tantrums and wronging people for no reason. I had a hot temper back then. Although it never happened now, I took anger inside and kept it. Maybe that caused the stres and depression cause as people grow older, they try to think of what other people will think of them if they say the wrong things. Unlike the kiddy days where you can just scream and hurl all the insults you want and you still feel good.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So yeah thats probably the end of my rant. Although I can go further, I'm too tired to continue this word massacre. Good night.&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/38798723-8349726029305562246?l=toilet-break.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toilet-break.blogspot.com/feeds/8349726029305562246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38798723&amp;postID=8349726029305562246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38798723/posts/default/8349726029305562246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38798723/posts/default/8349726029305562246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toilet-break.blogspot.com/2007/03/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Fenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17863472929770131146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38798723.post-6962412940351073780</id><published>2007-02-24T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T05:20:37.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn it</title><content type='html'>Just when I got an idea on something really unoriginal to draw, I took out my sketch book, my pencil case, my box of copic markers and thin lineart brushes to get ready.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Since the past few days, my mind isn't as active as it was supposed to be and it had gotten quite dull, so I ceased this opportunity to bring up whats on my mind. Yet, to my god-forsaken dismay, my best buddy, the eraser, seems to be missing. My household is deprived from stationaries, since I live alone. And I found out that my copics are going to run out of ink soon, and my brushes are wired.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A bad fate had befallen me. Guess I just have to go back to that shitty art store and buy overpriced import products that are a fucking rip-off. God bless this pathetic life.&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/38798723-6962412940351073780?l=toilet-break.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toilet-break.blogspot.com/feeds/6962412940351073780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38798723&amp;postID=6962412940351073780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38798723/posts/default/6962412940351073780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38798723/posts/default/6962412940351073780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toilet-break.blogspot.com/2007/02/damn-it.html' title='Damn it'/><author><name>Fenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17863472929770131146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38798723.post-7817610561917868809</id><published>2007-02-23T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T03:33:10.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Launch Date Awaiting</title><content type='html'>So I'm typically shakin my god damn leg just to wait for the fuckin Wii to come out in Singapore. Its like launched worldwide at November and WTF?! They say the official launch for Singapore is MARCH?! Thats like even longer than the gaming convention in Europe which they got their lovely system at the start of the year. Goddamn licensing is slowing us eager gamers to try out a glimpse of Wii. Gotta wait... Gotta wait...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And rumors of XBOX 360 Zephyr coming out on May 24, but AGAIN, because of the unreliable reputation of MaxSoft and its console servicing, we should at least expect an average of 1-2 months before it officially launches in Singapore.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So lets add up the estimated sums together shall we?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Wii Console: $380.00&lt;br/&gt;Extra remote &amp;amp; Nunchuck: $65.50&lt;br/&gt;Component Cables: $20&lt;br/&gt;Trauma Center, Zelda:TP and Super Smash Brothers: Brawl: $180&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ta-da! Its $645.50 all together! Expect myself to spend a fuckin bunch of money to satisfy my drug-like gaming needs back at home where I can be a fuckin couch potato and swing the fuckin Wiimote all I fuckin want and grow some strong arm muscles so I can kick your ass in WiiTennis, Ping Pong and the Ching Chang Chong.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And yeah, gotta spend loads on the new 360 as well (probably about 1000 bucks FFS).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Life is a leech.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38798723-7817610561917868809?l=toilet-break.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toilet-break.blogspot.com/feeds/7817610561917868809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38798723&amp;postID=7817610561917868809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38798723/posts/default/7817610561917868809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38798723/posts/default/7817610561917868809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toilet-break.blogspot.com/2007/02/launch-date-awaiting.html' title='Launch Date Awaiting'/><author><name>Fenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17863472929770131146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38798723.post-7133455678021488132</id><published>2007-02-16T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T02:27:07.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf</title><content type='html'>Lol I took some miserable time out of my evasive youth to check out my blog in internet explorer and to my horror, my posts were full of crappy symbols. Damned "new blogger" google account caused this kinda shit to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW Internet explorer sucks0rez! people should use either Opera or Mozilla Firefox instead of that buggy Internet Explorer that often ends its own task for no goddamn reason and take up a hefty amount of processing power compared to tab screens and will lag yer comp till it gets busted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished watching Battle Royale yesterday and I gotta say, its meaningful, yet violent and ultimately sad. Its not really sad to an emotional extent but its sad. Gotta kill your friends to live. Go to veoh.com and watch it, find the full version if you want convenience and better still, download the veoh client so you can dl the movie ('round 800mb I reckon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding more japanese movies to watch cause I find its story more compelling compared to many others :) And yeah I stumbled upon the ULTIMATE L337 ICHI THE KILLER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG LOL! LMFAO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like probably the funniest movie I've ever seen in my entire whole bloody fuckin life although yeah its really fuckin disgusting. Anyone with enough time and a strong stomach should look for the show or find the animated review of the show. You'll piss your pants laughing. The show tried to show so much gore and torture that it back-fired upon itself to an extent that its not horrifying but horribilly funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the main character dresses like Joker from Batman with a purple bathrobe and extended mouth (He cut another like 3cm extend from the end of his goddamn mouth) and has light blonde hair. Retarded I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who look forward to the video, I can't give you the link cause its now corrupted on torrent, but I do have the review :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy bastars 'fraid not I feel bored today so I'll post the links conveniently for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!IMPORTANT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IF YOU GET SCARED OR HORRIFIED AT GORE EASILY, DON'T CLICK ON THE LINKS OR YOU GONNA FUCKIN REGRET. IF YOU DO DUN FUCKIN BLAME ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Battle Royale Wiki: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_Royale_(film"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_Royale_(film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ichi the Killer Wiki: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ichi_the_killer"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ichi_the_killer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ichi the Killer Movie Review: &lt;a href="http://www.i-mockery.com/minimocks/ichithekiller/default.php"&gt;http://www.i-mockery.com/minimocks/ichithekiller/default.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I don't know what happened to the full video of BR at veoh... Might be that after I dled it it was removed. LOL! Damn. I'll try something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38798723-7133455678021488132?l=toilet-break.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toilet-break.blogspot.com/feeds/7133455678021488132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38798723&amp;postID=7133455678021488132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38798723/posts/default/7133455678021488132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38798723/posts/default/7133455678021488132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toilet-break.blogspot.com/2007/02/wtf.html' title='wtf'/><author><name>Fenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17863472929770131146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38798723.post-1831740316972009779</id><published>2007-02-07T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T06:02:59.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yeah probably I have lots of time to spend for myself other than Tuesdays and late&lt;br/&gt;Fridays. I was often fustrated at my friggen messy desk so I decided to clear it in a "once in a life-time" opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then, it was where my fate and destiny stumbled apon my old collection of dusty&lt;br/&gt;and yellowish paper rust sketchbooks. So I just took a quick skim at what kind of shit I did long&lt;br/&gt;time ago and to tell you the truth, I'm embarassed that I actually drew such ugly creatures before.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anatomy out of shape and typical anime looks. But I guess everyone grows from&lt;br/&gt;trash anyway. Well maybe for me... And me... And only me... But wait! Albert Einstien did as well! Whoopez! Nah its a demise of self consolidation.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Probably what I'm doing now is trash as well. I actually tried sleeping while doing a handstand and thats probably the "lowest life thing" I've ever did in my entire life. Or maybe boozing was the most time consuming thing I've ever did.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Also, I thought of my childhood, being the cute little asshole I am who often only hurl swearwords or expired cheese at people's table... Wait, cheese doesn't expire =\&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Its a fact for me that growing up is a pain in the ass. As you grow older you want to think about what others think about you so you will want to look good infront of them but you never know if they do cause you don't wanna ask them straight that kind of shit. But for the sake of having an exceptional hope for a good career and to drive a nice Audi TT Coupe or to buy a probably 4th-hand RX-7 I will stand still and recieve my maturity proudly upside down.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ehem, actually I lied. I was never mature in the first place :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38798723-1831740316972009779?l=toilet-break.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toilet-break.blogspot.com/feeds/1831740316972009779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38798723&amp;postID=1831740316972009779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38798723/posts/default/1831740316972009779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38798723/posts/default/1831740316972009779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toilet-break.blogspot.com/2007/02/too-much-time.html' title='Too much time'/><author><name>Fenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17863472929770131146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38798723.post-117041268370766270</id><published>2007-02-02T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T02:38:03.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsto postu</title><content type='html'>Ok I got lazy with the links and profile so I left it as the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this toilet break shit, I was inspired when I went to the urinal and I overheard these buncha Prison Break fans talking bout how cool it is. Like obviously its cool, if not you won't be goddamn watchin it d00d shut the fuck up n let me piss in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But neway thanks to them I could make this dirty n smelly template. You know, I'm running out of ideas. It also seems like my skill have yet to improve. I'm working on a tech template, cause always having these grunge shit is boring and too typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take some time later to edit some final things for my other 2 super old blog templates so that I can submit it to blogskins. I doubt it will bring fourth any reception though, lol. And yeah muz is a life saver. He ripped my "Art of Deception" template just when imageshack's lousy links gets corrupted. Dude that totally saved my ass. I thought it was goner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I've got to say now, Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38798723-117041268370766270?l=toilet-break.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toilet-break.blogspot.com/feeds/117041268370766270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38798723&amp;postID=117041268370766270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38798723/posts/default/117041268370766270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38798723/posts/default/117041268370766270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toilet-break.blogspot.com/2007/02/firsto-postu.html' title='Firsto postu'/><author><name>Fenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17863472929770131146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
