<?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-3095999966799795119</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:25:09.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of Compa Loompa</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Compa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189200058544256275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXEYFsNlc0s/SZ8alJLEJUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OtSG4o9iIp4/S220/0-3-1.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095999966799795119.post-5447439999893292052</id><published>2010-09-15T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:39:04.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Pokes at Compa's blog* Is someone here?</title><content type='html'>A lot of time has passed since I updated my blog. Also a lot of things have happened... kinda sucks that I didn't wrote it down right when they happened because now I can't remember all of them either because I didn't care or because I just didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I'll give you a quick update of what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nop, no photos this time... unless you can lend me a camera able to picture the past. That reminds me of a movie called &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0453467/"&gt;Deja Vu&lt;/a&gt; with Denzel Washingtong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, where to start.&lt;br /&gt;I have a car, bought somewhere in January. A cousin helped me to get it cheap and well... the cheaper you get it the more issues it has. Not that it's a piece of junk but it has its issues. Could be worse so I'm just thankful I actually have wheels. I love it anyways :) I call it the Bat-Mobile because you know... *Clears his throat and deepens his voice* I'm Batman! (No, is not black).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got more and more shaving goodies BWHAHAHAHA, more soaps and brushes and aftershaves. I'm shaving like a king baby! So far, I have 5 kind of soaps, 1 shaving cream, 3 brushes, 2 face creams (to condition the skin) and 6 aftershaves. &lt;br /&gt;Some women say it's weird I have more items in my bathroom than they; I say it's weird that men don't really take their time to enjoy an activity that is, by definition, a manly activity =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my first credit at a local electronics shop, also my GFgot her first laptop (A Sony Vaio... /sigh she went for the looks instead of functionality) I also got a laptop but my idea is to use it for working on side projects and to help me keep on the go. My old laptop's battery is dead so I can't move it anywhere without it's AC Adapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm tryoing to learn ORACLE. I installed it on my laptop... and I forgot the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;system&lt;/span&gt; password (grrrrr). After like 2 hours of trying to change it using the vast knowledge of the internet and my limited skills I was able to REMEMBER the password haha... dumb me ¬¬.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an uncle. My brother's wihe gave birth to a beautiful and awesome kid :D he's so funny and cute and awesome. he's 4 months old already and since I was the only one who has not given him anything yet I decided to sink myself in debts and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lamaze-LC27027-Octotunes/dp/B000I2MRMY/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;s=baby-products&amp;qid=1284601044&amp;sr=8-4"&gt;buy him something&lt;/a&gt; for my birthday... yes, I bought him something and I'm giving him as a gift on my BD haha. That kiddo is lucky to have me as his uncle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uff... too many things to list.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll stop here. Nobody likes long posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last line: We're starting a new Dungeons &amp; Dragons campaign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, see you soon (Hopefully) I'll do my best to update this thing more often :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3095999966799795119-5447439999893292052?l=compaloompa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/feeds/5447439999893292052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2010/09/pokes-at-compas-blog-is-someone-here.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/5447439999893292052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/5447439999893292052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2010/09/pokes-at-compas-blog-is-someone-here.html' title='*Pokes at Compa&apos;s blog* Is someone here?'/><author><name>Compa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189200058544256275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXEYFsNlc0s/SZ8alJLEJUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OtSG4o9iIp4/S220/0-3-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095999966799795119.post-6633267270640356004</id><published>2009-11-27T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T07:11:51.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enraged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;h2 class="me" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;en⋅rage&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://sp.ask.com/dictstatic/d/g/speaker.swf" width="17" height="15" id="speaker" align="texttop" quality="high" loop="false" menu="false" salign="t" flashvars="soundUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fsp.ask.com%2Fdictstatic%2Fdictionary%2Faudio%2Fluna%2FE02%2FE0202000.mp3&amp;amp;clkLogProxyUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fwhatzup.html&amp;amp;t=a&amp;amp;d=d&amp;amp;s=di&amp;amp;c=a&amp;amp;ti=1&amp;amp;ai=51359&amp;amp;l=dir&amp;amp;o=0&amp;amp;sv=00000000&amp;amp;ip=cf0d4d2a&amp;amp;u=audio" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;en-&lt;span class="boldface"&gt;reyj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/luna/Spell_pron_key.html" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(37, 95, 154); text-decoration: none; font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;img class="luna-Img" border="0" src="http://sp.ask.com/dictstatic/g/d/dictionary_questionbutton_default.gif" onmouseover="swapLunaImage('default', this);" onmouseout="swapLunaImage('selected', this);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_ip()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" alt="Toggle for IPA" title="Click to show IPA" style="color: rgb(37, 95, 154); text-decoration: none; font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;Show IPA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="body"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div class="pbk"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–verb (used with object), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;-raged, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;-rag⋅ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;to make extremely angry; put into a rage; infuriate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I didn't shave. I woke up too late so I decided not to shave today, but what enraged me is not the fact taht I didn't shave... is that when I saw today morning my razor, it wasn't in the same position I left it yesterday at 1am. Strange, so I picked it up and surprise! it had HAIRS al over it... FUCKING HAIRS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't have hairs that long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't shave yesterday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wash my razor after every shave.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;FUCK&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; happened? Simple, one of the 2 "trabajadoras" with wich I have to share the bathroom used it. There is no other God Damned explanation. My grandma doesn't shave anymore, my dad told me he didn't used it, my mother either, my sister has her own bathroom... what do we have left?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What infuriates me the most, is that I deducted this wasn't the first time. How? well, one or two months ago I saw the head of the razor had a small nick. I'm too carefull to allow something like this to happen, this razor is (as ridiculous as it might sound) one of my favorite belongings and is a very personal object.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK! Where does that hair come from? there could be only from 2 places: Armpits or Legs... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;needles to say that blade is already discarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several things make me feel this burning sensation on the chest... and is not like that time I saw a woman being mobed, no no no, this time is different but the worst is: someone who I trust and thought had respect for private property used my personal belongings and she/they know this was WRONG... otherwise why would the razor rest in the same spot I leave it?  What else from my items have been used?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck WTF... If I allow you to leave at my howse, that doesn't mean you're going to bang my wife and eat my food! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is outrageous... I feel as if my razor was violated and then raped on a regular basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was a Shitty start for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://leasticoulddo.com/comics/20091124.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 168px;" src="http://leasticoulddo.com/comics/20091124.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://leasticoulddo.com/comics/20091125.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 168px;" src="http://leasticoulddo.com/comics/20091125.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3095999966799795119-6633267270640356004?l=compaloompa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/feeds/6633267270640356004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/11/enraged.html#comment-form' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/6633267270640356004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/6633267270640356004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/11/enraged.html' title='Enraged'/><author><name>Compa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189200058544256275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXEYFsNlc0s/SZ8alJLEJUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OtSG4o9iIp4/S220/0-3-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095999966799795119.post-4869007115121381129</id><published>2009-11-26T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T12:54:17.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arise Diablo, Lord of Terror!</title><content type='html'>It's here, after almost a month of wait it's here! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diablo 2 Battle Chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It comes with: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diablo (First part of the trilogy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diablo 2 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diablo 2, Lord of Destruction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diablo 2 Strategy guide&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Game Manuals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A World of Warcraft trial disc (lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;The item is labeled as "Old Version" which means it won't work on Windows Vista... but I tried Diablo 1 on Windows 7 and, oh boy, a sweet sensation ran through my spine when I heard the music of Tristram, the townsfolk the sound of my steps... I traveled 10 years back in time when I started to walk around the town haha. Now, of course I didn't buy the battlechest just because Diablo 1, I am already playing a copy of Quiroz' Diablo 2 installation and I just need to install mine and copy the save files.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may ask "WTF man, what's with you buying games that are so old they don't even support vector shader", the answer is simple: Because I loved both games when I played a pirated version of them 10 and 8 years ago (time is just an approximated) and ... well although I could just download another pirate version, it wouldn't be the same. &lt;i&gt;This is my Diablo, this is my game, there are many like it but this one is mine. &lt;/i&gt;It's just like when you buy a movie or a music disc or a book, certainly you can get a copy of any of them and a very cheap one but is just not the same if you know what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, this is not the only nice thing that has happened to me today. They have been small things but following rule #32 from Zombieland: &lt;i&gt;Enjoy the little things&lt;/i&gt;. It started with a great shave, my face was as smooth as silk, then I used my Old Spice Fresh aftershave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, I have 5 aftershaves and I use one different each day; Old Spice is my favorite and the nice thing is that I didn't choose to use it today, it was the next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I arrived early to work and managed to play a little of Diablo 2 (The copy of Q's installation), farmed some bosses and I finally got some great upgrades for my barbarian! My lunch is specially good, Spaghetti and Meatballs, and the cab driver who brought me from Aerocasillas to Diapa (after picing up Diablo Battle Chest) turned to be a really nice man. Very polite, which rare among cab drivers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Certainly it has been a good day :) the only thing missing is the call from my GF... so, if you excuse me, I'm going to call her NAO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you around and take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a nice shave if you shave and if you don't, what the hell are you waiting for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 53px;" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/Separator.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3095999966799795119-4869007115121381129?l=compaloompa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/feeds/4869007115121381129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/11/arise-diablo-lord-of-terro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/4869007115121381129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/4869007115121381129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/11/arise-diablo-lord-of-terro.html' title='Arise Diablo, Lord of Terror!'/><author><name>Compa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189200058544256275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXEYFsNlc0s/SZ8alJLEJUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OtSG4o9iIp4/S220/0-3-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095999966799795119.post-733998195588449985</id><published>2009-11-16T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:32:21.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting weekend :)</title><content type='html'>Is not that often that I enjoy both days of the weekend since I'm usually at work on Saturday and then go back home to procrastinate the rest of the day, not that this activity doesn't provide any level of entertainment but sometimes I get bored of it. I know it's my own fault, I should try to find something else to do, like doing some things for Andifar (the place I worked before Diapa) or install the rest of the software on my laptop (I installed Windows 7 on it and of course, I have to reinstall everything). Sometimes I feel like I should buy a bicycle... I'm googling right now, I want to see if Diunsa has bikes and how much they cost... Not bad, they are kinda "cheap", 52$ :) I'll think about it.&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I get bored on Saturday after work but this last one was different. I was planning to do my usual routine of boredom and Quiroz called me to ask me if I wanted to go for a burger at Bigos; I wanted to add a photo of their logo but couldn't find it and it turns &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bigos"&gt;Bigos is a food from Lithuania!&lt;/a&gt; go figure hehe; back on topic, I told him "Fuck yeah man!" and he went to my work to pick me up :) lucky me 'cause I only had 7 Lempiras on my wallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He arrived around 1:30 pm and by 2 we were eating like there's no tomorrow. I ordered a "Gigante con queso", this is a burger I enjoy a lot 'cause is not conventional. This burger is prepared this way: inside the bread we have a toping made out of cabbage and mustard, they add the meat and one egg (huevo estrellado, I don't know how is it called in english [fuck u Google Chrome, I don't want to write the word "english" with a capital "E", that is not a grammar error so don't underline it with that red line]) On top of the egg they add what they call "Salsa Cebollina", I don't know what it is but I do know it has onion and lots of it. I think this onion is boiled in some sort of BBQ sauce.. yummy yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also ate a Bigos Hot Dog, it has the same cabbage toping but it also has the famous Bigos Pink Sauce! a delicious piece of fat that surely blocked one or two veins on my body haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;After lunch, we went to Quiroz's place, he gave me a copy of Diablo 2 and we started to play. I started a Barbarian and lemme tell you, I'm loving this character! I have done some research&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/CompaBarbarian.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;and now I have some more knowledge than the first time I played the game. I am sure I'll enjoy it this time more than the first :D (Well, except that now I know how it ends.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;He has the battle chest and gave me an exact copy of the game installed on his computer (Blizzard games can be played by just copying the folder where it is contained) We're planning to play it through Battle.Net once my own copy arrives. I think I'll get mine next week, I can barely wait. Oh, the character save files can be copied so I can level mine on this pirated version and then use it on my own original installation by just copying the files. Muahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stop playing at around 6:30 pm 'cause at night the Bells, Moises, Quiroz, Belinda (my GF) la Mona and I decided to go to the movies. We choose a movie called "Drag me to hell"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/dragmetohell.jpg" border="0" width="216" height="320" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest with you, the movie DID scared me a couple of times, but it was because they overused the kind of scares where everything is quiet and then WHAAAAA!! scream and loud screeching sounds are played on the background while an ugly face appears on the screen. The movie per se is not that scary and it had some disgusting moments... the ending is kinda predictable and although the protagonist was a somewhat hot blonde, you don't really feel empathy for her... she dies and you are like "Meh, she deserved it for being such a looser". We didn't enjoyed the movie that much but certainly we had a good time hehe.&lt;br /&gt;The movie is from the same director of Evil Dead trilogy and Spiderman... I think that if we knew that from the beginning we wouldn't have considered it a bad movie. Evil Dead are horror&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;movies that have some campyness but all in all, considering it was intentional, the movies are decent-good. I was making fun of the movie saying that it didn't even followed the standards of crappy horror movies where you see either a disgusting dismembered corpse or a pair of tits, but now that I think about it I think it was in fact a good thing not to see anything like that 'cause it would have made the movie even worse. Well, At least it was better than "The Scarecrow Gone Wild"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to TGI Friday's for some food and to talk about everything. Quiroz' GF joined us and we spend like 2 hours at the place. Certainly we had a lot of fun exchanging our impressions about the movie and talking about random things (Like the Falcon Punch). Around 11:30 pm, we decided to part ways and everyone went to their home. &lt;div&gt;It was definitely a Saturday I liked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday came and I had to do some work I didn't do 'cause I spend several days playing MapleStory at work u_u, man I hate documents! I have to make a document that tells how to use the tools i use at work in case I'm not there (A.K.A in case I'm fired) urrgh I dislike to make documents! I worked a bit but decided to leave that for later and work on Diapa's site. I won't bore you with the details but I did some advance and well... I'm sure they won't be enough for my boss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that day, things started to went the way I like them. Luch and a shower, followed by a great shave with a new blade. This time I used a new brand: Astra Superior Platinum. So smooth! Maybe I changed something on my preparation routine and I didn't noticed but this has been one of my best shaves (if not the best). I still have some minor cuts on my neck area but that's 'cause I have a very sensitive skin there and no matter how slow I go or the angle I use, I will get a cut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/Astra-platinum-blades.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/th_Astra-platinum-blades.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After getting ready, La mona and I went to pick up Belinda but first we went to Ali's house (Quiroz' GF) to pick up my wallet 'cause when I went there the day before to play Diablo, I left it there and Q said he found it and we agreed I would go there to pick it up. La mona wanted to show Q her new hamster so she gave it to me while she drove us there (I didn't had my license). The little bugger, she moved nonstop!  I decided to put it on the car's floor... big mistake. By the time we arrived to Ali's house, we couldn't find the hamster... it was missing, we lost her INSIDE the car! How the hell does that happen? &lt;div&gt;Anyways, Q gave me my wallet and didn't saw the hamster :( we went to Belinda's house to pick her up and then we come home. When we arrived, we started to search for the damn little cutie, we looked everywhere without any success... and we gave up, but still my mom and Dora stayed there. Both of them stopped looking for the hamster, but started to "hear" it and the sound came from somewhere inside the car's chassis O_o. My mom said "well, I hope she finds her way out" and left but Dora didn't! She sat there for 2 hours waiting... and then... she saw her! She managed to capture her and they started to celebrate haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend had a happy ending with the hamster alive and me and Belinda watching a comedy named "Envy" with Jack Black and Adam Sandler. We laughed, and had a lot of fun after the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I said, it was an interesting weekend :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you soon... or maybe later, but I'll see you for sure the next time we see each other ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 53px;" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/Separator.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3095999966799795119-733998195588449985?l=compaloompa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/feeds/733998195588449985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/11/interesting-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/733998195588449985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/733998195588449985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/11/interesting-weekend.html' title='An interesting weekend :)'/><author><name>Compa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189200058544256275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXEYFsNlc0s/SZ8alJLEJUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OtSG4o9iIp4/S220/0-3-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095999966799795119.post-2790123693605360616</id><published>2009-10-08T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:18:33.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quickie</title><content type='html'>Just a quick post.&lt;div&gt;Monday I got 2 new items that made my day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;iPod Touch 32GB&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bought it per se, a friend of mine is developing applications for iPod Touch devices and he wanted me to work with him as co-developer and beta tester... and for that, I need a device but didn't had the money for it (not atm at least) so we made a deal, if we're successful with the application then the cost of the device will be partially covered with the earnings, but if we fain in this first attempt then I will cover the complete cost of it.&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad deal, by the time we finish the development I will have the mone saved just in case things don't come out as we want and I will have this nice gadget to develop software and to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brut Aftershave: Original&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it has become an obsession. I want lots of soaps, I want another brush and I want MOAR razors (I just saw an Edwin Jagger that I really want... but having [Item 1] into account, I won't be buying anything for a few time... Xcept for Aftershaves :D&lt;br /&gt;So, what's so amazing from this Aftershave? Well, my dad has been using Brut as his deodorant for more than 20 years and whenever I smell the classic Brut essence, I immediately think of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;I bought it as a "Gift Pack" and it came with a Roll-On deodorant, I tried it yesterday and is pure pwnage :D I was a bit skeptic about it because the other deodorant I have (same brand but comes in a bar) does not work too well for me; y the end of the day it has vanished from my armpit, but this Roll-On works all day long and its essence is better (more noticeable, the green bar is not as strong)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;So those are my 2 items, I wish I could write more but I'm at work and have to finish some crap. As a final thought, it might sound silly but I'm not sure which one of this 2 items makes me happier, the iPod is an excellent tool that can be used on many ways, but the Brut AS is something that reminds me of my dad and... well that's just awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I hope to see you later from this side of the mirror. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid time, I should be able to bend it at my will so I can do whatever I want in the time I want! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3095999966799795119-2790123693605360616?l=compaloompa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/feeds/2790123693605360616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-quickie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/2790123693605360616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/2790123693605360616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-quickie.html' title='Just a quickie'/><author><name>Compa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189200058544256275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXEYFsNlc0s/SZ8alJLEJUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OtSG4o9iIp4/S220/0-3-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095999966799795119.post-6017699352135210577</id><published>2009-08-12T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T13:02:33.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaving can be a hobby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yes, that's right. For those of you readers who didn't know (and that means all of you except me) I always hated to shave... not because I didn't like the results but because the process was boring, unexciting and ... repetitive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I shaved whenever I had the chance and if I was in the mood. Most of the times I just swing my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.repmanblog.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/09/13/gillette.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Gillette Mach 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; over my face hoping for the best and taking on the pain caused by the last pass (Against The Grain or AGT) Urrgh! the pain... it was a chore, plain and simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Chore: a hard or unpleasant task)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well, those days are over. I've been wet-shaving for a week now (one day yes one day no) and it's been a very joyful activity. My first wet shave took place 1 week and 2 days ago, on Monday 4. I was so excited, I finally got all the needed tools and after a damn long wait, I was finally able to give it a try. It all started by placing the soap into the mug. A small step for humanity but a fun step for me! (Oh and my mug rocks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/DSC01635.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; text-decoration: none;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/th_DSC01635.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/DSC01639.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/th_DSC01639.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Before anything else,  I clean my face with a NIVEA cleaning gel. This removes all the impurities that my face has picked up during the day (smoke, dust, dirt from my hands and god knows what else) and also helps to exfoliate my skin. Eliminates the excess of facial grease you also produce during the day. Not sure if the product I have really the work the way I think it does, but I already bought it so I'll use it and look for a better one next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lately I've been trying to use a hot towel over my face because that softens the beard hair (which is very thick if compared to the hair of our heads) Believe it or not, this gives also a really few minutes of relax! Is like a little 2 minutes sauna... but as with everything in life, even if it is an easy task it needs some technique in order to get the full benefit from it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lathering is the next step, is a very very tricky task and I would lie if I tell you that I can do the perfect lather. after one week and a half of practice I still cant' seem to make a lather with which I feel 100% comfortable. It works, but it definitely can be better. Although I'm not a master of the lather,  this is one of the things I most enjoy from this hobby. The feeling of the badger hair brush on your face drawing circles feels just great and watching the lather to grow gives you a certain feeling of accomplishment. Plus this soap has a very subtlety but nice scent. Here are some pics of it&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/DSC01642.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/th_DSC01642.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/080909011721.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/th_080909011721.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/080909011848.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/th_080909011848.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After this, it's all fun... well no, I'm lying because so far this all has been fun. It has been my little SPA for the last week and I pamper myself every time I do it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Anyways, after this, the activity reaches its climax when the razor enters &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;the scene. Mine is a Merkur HD, the HD is for Heavy Duty and let me tell you this razor honors its name. It is only 3 inches long (or so) but it is as heavy as a &lt;a href="http://www.3g.co.uk/PR/Dec2008/O2_to_Launch_BlackBerry_Curve_8900_Smartphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Black Berry Curve 8900&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;... yes, it is fairly heavy but I love it! I do small movements over my face to remove small patches of beard, and the sound of the blade cutting the thick little hairs is delightful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/DSC01631.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/th_DSC01631.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, how was the shave?&lt;div&gt;Well, it was nice... haha. No, it wasn't as great as I expected but that's because I made several mistakes and also this shaving method has a learning curve. My first mistake was to shave too fast! what you have on your hands... well in this case what I held on my hands was not a cartridge razor, was a delicate tool capable of turn my face into a sliced ham and I'm not kidding. Safety Razor blades are extremely sharp and if you do not handle them with care you can hurt yourself fairly easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My second mistake was to apply pressure as if I were shaving with a cartridge razor. Same logic as the previous mistake, you (I) do not need to apply it, the razor is heavy enough and all that is needed is to hold the wrist in its position and move the arm from north to south and let the weight of the razor do its job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third, if one is shaving himself then one MUST know the direction the grain grows! My beard grows in at least 8 directions depending on the spot. Neck, cheeks, upper lip, chin, throat, jawbone and some other places I don't know the names, it is important to know the grain growth direction before the shave 'cause that way the save will be way more comfortable than just cutting whatever it is in your face in whatever direction your hand moves. First one must shave With The Grain (WTG), then Across The Grain (XTG) and finally Against The Grain (ATG) being this last one the most troublesome for a lot of people, specially if they have sensitive skin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, even if it wasn't as good as I expected, I did had a great time! It took me around 1 hour to complete the process but it was well worth. This wet-shaving technique is something that you learn to love in a really short time. It transforms the tedious task it was shaving into something you look forward to do and I'm quoting one of the oldest and wise members from The Shave Den here:&lt;br /&gt;"Shaving can be fun,it can be a blast, hell, it can even be a hobby!"&lt;br /&gt;1OldGI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now, I leave you with 3 aditional photos as an easter egg, My mug, my used blades storage and my aftershave. I'll see you the next time I shave... or maybe sooner, Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/DSC01634.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/th_DSC01634.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/DSC01637.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/th_DSC01637.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/DSC01640.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/th_DSC01640.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/Separator.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 53px;" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/Separator.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3095999966799795119-6017699352135210577?l=compaloompa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/feeds/6017699352135210577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/08/shaving-can-be-hobby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/6017699352135210577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/6017699352135210577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/08/shaving-can-be-hobby.html' title='Shaving can be a hobby!'/><author><name>Compa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189200058544256275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXEYFsNlc0s/SZ8alJLEJUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OtSG4o9iIp4/S220/0-3-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095999966799795119.post-7049835139136272153</id><published>2009-08-10T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:23:42.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does it take to break a man?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today my Godfather died... but I was never really close to him. I only saw him like 1 time every 3 months and barely talked to him so I'm sure that's the reason why I'm not crying now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived at the mourning hall, his sons and daughters (my cousins) were crying so was obviously his wife. All my uncles were very sad and well... the hall was filled with a feeling of grief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now all this didn't made me feel worse than how I felt. I went to where my godfather was and I saw him for a few seconds, and in a way I was glad I didn't felt different... then I went to where my mother was... and she was crying like I have seen her crying only when my grandpa died. I gave her a hug and I felt her sorrow... my heart was reducted to the size of a bean and I barely managed to hold myself, but I knew I should not lose my temper or she would feel worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's a strong woman and I've seen her cry out of anger, but this time she was crying out of pain and that's something I can barely handle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few mins, I told her I wanted to see my grandma so I walked to where she was and when I huged her she immediately started to cry... I didn't knew what to say so all that came from my mouth was "calm down grandma, things will be fine" and she repplied "Everyone tells me that... but I just lost a son..." and then I realized that is what it takes to break me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I could think at the moment was what Theoden King said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;No parent should have to bury their child&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/Separator.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 53px;" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/Separator.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3095999966799795119-7049835139136272153?l=compaloompa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/feeds/7049835139136272153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-does-it-take-to-break-man.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/7049835139136272153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/7049835139136272153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-does-it-take-to-break-man.html' title='What does it take to break a man?'/><author><name>Compa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189200058544256275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXEYFsNlc0s/SZ8alJLEJUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OtSG4o9iIp4/S220/0-3-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095999966799795119.post-6472340543963213932</id><published>2009-08-04T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:48:58.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless Rage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Having no practical use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ineffectual, weak, or stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Violent, explosive anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A burning desire; a passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Today on my way to work, I was inside the car with my dad and we were talking when all of a sudden we saw a man struggling with a woman... at first we didn't quite understood what we saw... we were kinda like processing the image and then, we knew it.. That motherfucker was robbing her! Both of us were like "Fack... " my dad immediately moved his hand to where he puts his gun and I thought "Oh crap this is going to get nasty", but he didn't had it there today, in the long run I think it was for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;font-size:13px;"&gt;As soon as we saw the guy start running, we both felt an increasing pain-like feeling in the chest. We were infuriated! and what made things worst was that we were there unable to do anything but stare at the situation... by the time we both knew what to do (to get out of the fucking car and beat the crap out of him) the mugger was already gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;font-size:13px;"&gt;We were angry, filled with a rage that we didn't used against the motherfucker who assaulted this woman and part of that angst was against us for being just witnesses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;font-size:13px;"&gt;I wish I had a bat... and the balls to break that asshole's nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/Separator.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 53px;" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/Separator.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3095999966799795119-6472340543963213932?l=compaloompa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/feeds/6472340543963213932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/08/useless-rage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/6472340543963213932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/6472340543963213932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/08/useless-rage.html' title='Useless Rage'/><author><name>Compa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189200058544256275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXEYFsNlc0s/SZ8alJLEJUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OtSG4o9iIp4/S220/0-3-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095999966799795119.post-6100385175078554311</id><published>2009-08-01T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:35:54.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2LAmTV-yj4/R7kN8fJLOoI/AAAAAAAAABs/rkeaqs6ly_4/s400/youre-in-for-a-lifetime-of-disappointment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2LAmTV-yj4/R7kN8fJLOoI/AAAAAAAAABs/rkeaqs6ly_4/s400/youre-in-for-a-lifetime-of-disappointment.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Disappointment is the feeling of dissatisfaction that follows the failure of expectations to manifest."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That's how I feel right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I just called to the courier company and they told me "The razor is here, the soaps are here... and that's all" I was like... "what about the other package?" and then they said "Ah, the brush and the blaes won't be here untill next week because we were not allowed to pick it up". for 2 weeks I've been waiting for those items and this lame people at Aerocasillas didn't picked up my package! Frack...I have the razor and I have the soaps... but I don't have the brush to make my lather nor I have the blades to shave! Maybe it seems a little trivial but for me it's like... when you ask your parents for a christmas present and they tell you "yes, I'll give it to u on dec 24", then you wait for that day and every passing day is like an eternity and when it finally comes your parents say "Sorry, I wasn't able to go to the store but I will pick it up next week ok? Merry Christmas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's kinda hard to explain :( but I guess all  I can do is to patiently wait till probably next saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;There is no curse in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of men for this treachery.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That's all for today... this time I won't see you in the mirror 'cause I'm upset and I have a beard that I don't want to cut unless I can use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/cc/Merkur_heavy_duty_safety_razor.jpg"&gt;Merkur HD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Comic taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.nataliedee.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/Separator.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 53px;" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/Separator.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3095999966799795119-6100385175078554311?l=compaloompa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/feeds/6100385175078554311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/08/disappointment.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/6100385175078554311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/6100385175078554311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/08/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>Compa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189200058544256275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXEYFsNlc0s/SZ8alJLEJUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OtSG4o9iIp4/S220/0-3-1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2LAmTV-yj4/R7kN8fJLOoI/AAAAAAAAABs/rkeaqs6ly_4/s72-c/youre-in-for-a-lifetime-of-disappointment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095999966799795119.post-1409066799102119400</id><published>2009-07-29T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T10:05:29.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After a month of silence, I'm back to write on the blog... from time to time. I sometimes feel it as a boring chore, other times I am really excited about writing something here yet when I get home I'm too tired or my desire to play WoW is too big hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm at work, bored and with my chin laying on top of a Lipton's Iced Tea bottle, I'm tired and I don't want to work. My mind is elsewhere, thinking about the political situation of my country, with my girlfriend, in my bed, in my bed with my girlfriend, at Willy Wonka's chocolate factory, but mostly I'm waiting the arrival of some things I ordered from Amazon.&lt;br /&gt;I have this big problem: whenever I order something really nice (from my perspective) I keep spamming Amazon to get the status of my order and if the package is already delivered then I'm spamming my courier's company site to know where is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this thing I ordered that is keeping me so distracted? Well, first I need to give you a small background about the whole thing (Actually I don't need to do it but you can't stop me)&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I started to think about how cool must be to shave with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cachebeauty.com/straight_razor_510.main.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;straight razor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, so I started to look around (and for "around" I mean the internex) and ended in a place called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theshaveden.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Shave Den&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. I decided to read their forum and I was captivated by the stories there and how polite everyone was. It didn't take me too long to see why was that: they all are around the 25+ some of them have 60+ years so the comuniti maturity is quite high... yet this doesn't mean they don't joke and fool around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then started to read more and more... and then I became obsessed with this Wet Shaving hobby. I wanted a straight razor and all that is needed to get a real shave. Then I started to ask, not without introducing my self, everyone gave em a warm welcome and politely answered all my questions. In a matter of 2-4 days I realized a straight razor needs a lot of care and I am unable to take good care of the blade for now, you see... you can hone and sharpen your blade by yourself but you can damage the blade and render it useless if you don't have the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disappointed, I really wanted to try this "wet shaving" and turn the shaving from a boring weekly chore into an often enjoyable task. So I kept reading and soon I found you can still do it but with Safety Razors. Ok you might ask "Safety Razors?" to make the story short: is the kind of razors your grandpa used to shave, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.modernmechanix.com/mags/ModernMechanix/1-1935/razor.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;like this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. I am sometimes (not always) very fond for the old school methods to do things and the appeal of this is huge... Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, sometimes the small things we take for granted are the ones that give us that joy so small we don't notice but so big that makes us grumpy we you didn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole idea behind the wetshave is that you treat yourself like a king. Yes you need to do some work bevause &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dd7Aj9vwrtc&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;you make your own lather&lt;/a&gt;, and also you need to be careful 'cause &lt;a href="http://www.charlesnicholls.co.uk/shopimages/products/normal/srb3.jpg"&gt;you use a sharp tool&lt;/a&gt; but in the end, it's all about you :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm here waiting for my soaps, my brush, my blades and my safety razor to start this activity. I hope I don't cut myself but that's common among the newbies so I guess the first 2 weeks I'll be walking around with an Edward Scissorhands face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for today (I think) I'll see you when I see you, but for now: farewell ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.D. My thoughts about Honduras won't be shared because I had enough of that that during this last month, the thoughts about me and my girlfriend are only for her, the thoughts about my bed are simple: I wanna sleep on it! and the thoughts about my bed, me and my girlfriend are not for you to know ¬¬ but you can obviously guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/Separator.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 53px;" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/Separator.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3095999966799795119-1409066799102119400?l=compaloompa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/feeds/1409066799102119400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-month-of-silence-im-back-to-write.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/1409066799102119400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/1409066799102119400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-month-of-silence-im-back-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Compa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189200058544256275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXEYFsNlc0s/SZ8alJLEJUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OtSG4o9iIp4/S220/0-3-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095999966799795119.post-8433790440419268657</id><published>2009-06-23T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T10:05:49.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three days for the price of one</title><content type='html'>Basically, I've been lazy and didn't updated because of that... but you can't blame me haha. Bloggin requieres a time investment that I am not yet used to give away, usually I get home and watch a movie or play a videogame and that's my routine. Breaking the routine is the hardest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the routine, this weekend was a very nice one that gave me activities I do not do on a regular basis... like going to a birthday party. Saturday was &lt;a href="http://darkgirlrhyme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marcela's Birdthday&lt;/a&gt; and she made a party, it wasn't the kind of party where you go to dance and stuff (I'm so lucky! haha) it was the kind of party where you gather your friends to just eat a nice dinned and talk a lot about anything. We all had a great time and I didn't wanted to go... too bad we arrived a bit late (like an hour and a half late) but circumstances were not on our favor:&lt;br /&gt;Our mother was doing some errands and my sister and I were at home waiting for the car hehe, it was raining a lot too so traffic was sloooooooow plus there are some parts on the road where the rain makes some dirt and stones to be in the middle of it, small stones maybe the size of a head (a bit bigger I think) but in big amounts making the road a bit dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we managed to arrive to Marcela's house without major issues and we ate a lot! My Girlfriend ate 3 tacos and 2 gringas while I ate 6 tacos and 1 gringa... yummie yummie yummie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was also great. My girlfriend and I planned to watch a movie on my house, but I called her at around 12:00 and she was still sleeping. Apparently she had an awfull night and couldn't sleep well :( so she was über tired. I told her I would call her later to see if she felt better but, to be honest, I was almost sure she would say no.&lt;br /&gt;I called her at around 4 pm and she was getting ready for me to pick her up!... and I was still on my Sunday cloths. I was glad that she was almost ready that early 'cause it means more time together but guess what... it was *raining!* ¬¬ lots of traffic and stones on the road and dirt, I left my house at 4:30pm and arrived to her house at 5:45pm I was furious 'cause we lost like one hour of time :_(&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on our way back we rented a movie she wanted to see for about a month: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1179891/"&gt;My Bloody Valentine 3D&lt;/a&gt;, is not a great movie and in fact I would give it 5 stars out of 10... but on the other hand not many horror movies are good nowdays. It is a bit predictable but it was half entertaining, the chicks were hot (I always liked &lt;a href="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BODY4MjgyMDMxMF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwOTk3NDA3._V1._SX300_SY400_.jpg"&gt;Jamie King&lt;/a&gt; and don't let my GF know this or she'll rip my eyes out) Like any good bad horror movie we had a look to someone's breasts (and something more) and right after that we had a blood-bath followed by the local sheriff saying at the scene of the crime suspecting the criminal is his lifetime nemesis. They wanted to give it a bit of mystery and that was nice, but in the end the movie was just a meh movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot to mention it was on 3D! We started to look at it with the special glasses and after 5 mins we said "Ahem... lets watch it on 2D" 'cause we didn't saw anything special with the glasses on (plus the movie colors were green and or red and that was anoying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also she gave me a little bag of dark chocolates. &lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41vZhvHMPAL._SL500_AA280_PIbundle-6,TopRight,0,0_AA280_SH20_.jpg"&gt;Ghirardelli Dark Chocolates&lt;/a&gt;. It was very thoughtful of her, this kind of chocolate (Dark Chocolate) is my favorite kind and she knows how much I love chocolates, they not too sweet and not too bitter. Perfect balance for me :) I was very grateful and started to ate them like a monster haha and as a matter of fact I am eating one of them as I am writing :D The night ended in a very lovely way with kisses and hugs and well a little chit chat about the movie along other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Monday... uggh Monday... My boss was a bit upset at me 'cause I didn't finished some things. He was on his right to be upset so I won't say anything about it. The day passed without much to be told, it was just a Monday with a lot of work and very little desire to do it but being at work and not working can't be the rule of thumb. At least I had Hot Dogs for lunch :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope this day gets better... but you won't know how was it until tomorrow. So I'll see you in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/Separator.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 53px;" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/Separator.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3095999966799795119-8433790440419268657?l=compaloompa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/feeds/8433790440419268657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/06/three-days-for-price-of-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/8433790440419268657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/8433790440419268657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/06/three-days-for-price-of-one.html' title='Three days for the price of one'/><author><name>Compa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189200058544256275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXEYFsNlc0s/SZ8alJLEJUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OtSG4o9iIp4/S220/0-3-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095999966799795119.post-7110833539843668755</id><published>2009-06-20T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T10:06:12.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day out of the routine</title><content type='html'>Yesterday in the morning the first thing I did was to check the RAM test... it had zero errors! I was quite happy hehe my RAM is in perfect conditions but this made me feel uncomfortable because I couldn't think on something else that was making my computer to run so slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say slow I really mean it, I tried to see a video I downloaded (The trailer of a game called "Dante's Inferno") and literally I was looking 1 frame every 10 seconds! I was like "Frack, what the hell? if my RAM is ok then why is this thing running so slow?" I placed my hand on the eyboard and I realized it was freaking hot... úber freaking hot. I told Benis and he said "Sounds like your laptop is not extracting the heat".&lt;br /&gt;The day before (Wednesday) I opened my laptop just to check it on the inside hehe and guess what: I forgot to plug the fan! I was like "DUH!" I pluged it again, turned on the computer, downloaded a program that allows me to check the temp and then ran WoW. It ran as usual :D hehe I felt so dumb but my happiness overwhelmed that feeling. I just need to change the screen wich costs 275$ Grrr but is cheaper than a new laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh also, yesterday was the day my GirlFriend and I celebrated our 4rth month of being together. Well we didn't actually celebrated it 'cause I was at work until 7pm. 4 months have gone so fast hehe we have had a lot of beautiful moments and of course some conflicts but that's part of any relationship. I still have to see how can I play WoW without her getting mad at me, my human-coning technology is still on a very early stage, my time machine does not work so well and none of my versions from the multiverse is willing to come here to do my work while I'm playing (No, I won't let them to stick around my GirlFrinend... who knows what those creeps would want to do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among other things related to what I've been talking, yesterday I was able to do 1 of the 4 wings of a raid in WoW called "Naxxramas". I enjoy a lot the place and part of its coolness is the ambience sounds, you can hear the lamentations of the forever trapped souls and the screeches of foul things creeping in the dark. &lt;br /&gt;I only played for about 1 hour and I loged off with a great desire to keep playing, but the time played was very delightful 'cause the people I play with is really cool. One thing that made me happy was that Benis (Krusteomel) joined us. It's been long since the last time we did a raid together and it was great. What makes the game great is the joy of play with your real life friends.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that really bothered me is that I felt I didn't do my work as good as I am expected to :( but that's not so relevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I forgot some things but so far that's what happened to me yesterday hehe. So, farewell for now. I'll see you when I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/Separator.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 53px;" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/Separator.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3095999966799795119-7110833539843668755?l=compaloompa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/feeds/7110833539843668755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-out-of-routine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/7110833539843668755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/7110833539843668755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-out-of-routine.html' title='A day out of the routine'/><author><name>Compa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189200058544256275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXEYFsNlc0s/SZ8alJLEJUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OtSG4o9iIp4/S220/0-3-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095999966799795119.post-7016480138132736369</id><published>2009-06-19T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T10:06:38.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick Update</title><content type='html'>Just updated the top banner. I am not realted to Warhammer online at all, I just liked a lot how the dwarf looks and since I can't find a good dwarven warrior picture from WoW (The game I play) and I haven't drawn a good one by myself yet, I decided to use this one for a while (and by that I mean "for a long time")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on Bloggin, yesterday was an interesting day. I didn't updated 'cause I hang up with my Girlfriend at around 12:20am so I was very tired. I don't think I sill have a second chance to write about yesterday during this day so I'll do a quick update:&lt;br /&gt;1) I picked up a package that came from the U.S. 3 keychains of Totoro (one for each Totoro) I'll upload the pictures eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Benis (one of my best friends) stepped on a pile of dog poop haha, lucky for him (and for us) the poop was not the kind that engulfs your shoe but more like Play Doh and only left a stain of humidity on his show instead of a full load of ... well you know haha. He didn't get upset wich was a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I started a Memory Test on my laptop at around 4pm, by 9pm it was still running and I went home. Yes, I was at work untill that time... note that "I was at work" is different from "I was working". TBH I was just looking for some sexy anime backgrounds and watching a series called "To Love Ru". Kudos to Benis for giving me the series :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I gave to my mother and my father the Totoro keychains. Oh Totoro (Gray Totoro) was given to my father, Chu Totoro (Blue Totoro) was given to my mother and Chibi Totoro (White Totoro) is mine. Oh, Chu and Chibi are not colors but part of the name, I wrote the colors 'cause that way you can identify them case you want to look for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) New version of Alias Sketchbook Pro! But it worths 100$, I can't afford it yet but one day I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, That was the quick update. I'm sure I left some events out but that's how my memory works. I wish we could have some sort of hard drive for memories, fantasies and dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/Separator.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 53px;" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/ivancorea/Separator.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3095999966799795119-7016480138132736369?l=compaloompa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/feeds/7016480138132736369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/7016480138132736369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/7016480138132736369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-update.html' title='A quick Update'/><author><name>Compa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189200058544256275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXEYFsNlc0s/SZ8alJLEJUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OtSG4o9iIp4/S220/0-3-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095999966799795119.post-7677095149902671219</id><published>2009-06-18T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T08:31:32.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blood!</title><content type='html'>So, this is my blog and my first post on it. The idea of this blog was to keep track of the most notable events on my lifetime because I have an awfull memory. I can't remember a thing from my early days (say when I was 3-8 years) and that sux ¬¬ so I decided... Actually Marcela encouraged me, to create a blog about it :) Thanx Marce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at work right now so I won't make it long. I'll try to write a new entry as soon as I get back home... I'll need to take home the laptop I use at work 'cause mine is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thats it for now. Oh, if you think my english sucks then just suck it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3095999966799795119-7677095149902671219?l=compaloompa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/feeds/7677095149902671219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-blood.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/7677095149902671219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3095999966799795119/posts/default/7677095149902671219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://compaloompa.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-blood.html' title='First Blood!'/><author><name>Compa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189200058544256275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXEYFsNlc0s/SZ8alJLEJUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OtSG4o9iIp4/S220/0-3-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
