<?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-4451906778269572919</id><updated>2012-01-16T06:52:14.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicles of Cuervo</title><subtitle type='html'>A DEEP INTERVIEW WITH SOMEONE YOU DON'T CARE</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451906778269572919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Curse of Cuervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165707462367221761</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451906778269572919.post-3746581749282430726</id><published>2009-09-01T06:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T06:36:42.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A word from a T-Mo Tech Care Rep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzMUgfkdhEk/Spzqp9sucAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/a9wdihO8-MI/s1600-h/TMo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzMUgfkdhEk/Spzqp9sucAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/a9wdihO8-MI/s400/TMo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376430061831221250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Educating customers isn't just about giving them Self-Help options. It's also to show them the way the company they've chosen works, to set the expectations of the service they will get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work on the T-Mobile Blackberry/PDA Queue, as well as the Sidekick/DDC Queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta say, I had a desire when I first landed on this forum tonight to actually reply to people's posts honestly and helpfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I see here is a bunch of people slamming T-Mobile for not handing over everything on a silver platter. So I'm making this one post, off the top of my head, to have my say from INSIDE the phone banks that you guys love to complain about. Just a few points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;We aren't here to make your life horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2) &lt;/span&gt;We usually really do want to fix your problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, there is a HUGE emphasis at T-Mobile for "One Call Resolution". We get penalized if we cannot resolve your issue or don't know what we're talking about. I have co-workers who have lost their jobs over "customer mistreats".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) &lt;/span&gt;Hanging up on you without warning is a customer mistreat &amp;amp; we can be fired for it. We just don't do it - if your call drops it is absolutely not something we "did".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) &lt;/span&gt;If you want us to help you solve your problem, please express yourself clearly and accurately. If you don't give all of the relevant information, such as that error message you saw and didn't bother to read, then we can't always solve your problem no matter how much we'd like to.&lt;br /&gt;6) Don't yell at us. We want to fix your problem when we answer the phone. When you yell at us - suddenly it becomes much harder to actually care about your problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) &lt;/span&gt;Yes, there are reps that are new and are just learning. There are also a few reps who really just don't know anything about your issue. If you believe that to be the issue, don't just immediately ask for a supervisor. Ask them if they could clarify for you their understanding of the issue, and what steps will be needed to resolve it. Give them time to research - honestly there are a billion things to know in this job and NOBODY knows them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) &lt;/span&gt;If your rep really is stupid (it does happen) just hang up on them and call back and get a different rep. Yelling at them doesn't really do any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9) &lt;/span&gt;We are human and cannot fix every issue. Sometimes, your phone is just broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10)&lt;/span&gt; Know the terms of your contract, your warranty, and your service. There are 14 days after an upgrade - 30 in California - if you don't like your device to exchange it. THAT IS IT. We cannot make exceptions. We want to fix your problem, and making you wait past the 14 days is really not our goal. If you honestly don't want to bother anymore with T-Mobile, quit calling us and just cancel before the 14 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11) &lt;/span&gt;If you dropped/broke your phone, don't yell at us for something that's your own fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12) &lt;/span&gt;A Blackberry is not a basic phone. If you're not comfortable using a computer, you shouldn't really own a blackberry. I love helping intelligent, inquisitive users discover the new features of their Blackberry. However, some people really would be better off with a Samsung T229 (or even a Sidekick) and if you are one of those people, it's not our fault you can't figure out your Blackberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13) &lt;/span&gt;If you're a friendly, easy to talk to person on the phone, we will literally go out of our way to help you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14) &lt;/span&gt;Some problems are beyond our control as reps to fix. Network issues happen, and we do not always have an ETA on them. We, as reps, do not always know WHY there is an outage, nor can we find this information, no matter how much you demand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15) &lt;/span&gt;Speaking of outages, if a rep tells you there's an outage - ask them for the ICM reference number or Insite trouble ticket number of the outage. This will go a long way in helping research the problem if you have to call in again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16) &lt;/span&gt;If you feel you've been mistreated by a rep - called names, called stupid, being forced to dance in your underwear, etc, then definitely ask to speak to their supervisor and request a voice ticket be filed on them. However do not stretch the truth - ALL calls are recorded and can be reviewed in such a case to see what happened. Being asked to do necessary troubleshooting steps is not a mistreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17) &lt;/span&gt;If you feel you got exceptional service from a rep - ask to speak to their supervisor and specifically say "I would like to file a KUDOS for this rep". This usually has to be done by the rep's coach - and if the coach is not available the rep will tell you as much. You can always call back to another rep who can file the KUDOS request. The rep cannot of course file this on him/herself. This really goes a long way in rewarding quality and ensures that the best reps are motivated to keep working at T-Mobile and help you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18) &lt;/span&gt;If your blackberry trackball has quit responding - and the PDA Tech requires you to reload the software to the blackberry -- kindly inform him/her that the PRIMUS ARTICLE on the issue has CHANGED and unless you have a very early 8100 blackberry, you are NOT required to reload the software. Have them read the Primus article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19) &lt;/span&gt;Anytime a rep gives you information you find to be questionable, ask them to provide you the CCKB article number where they found this information. However, for some problems, keep in mind this may not always be possible, but such a request will keep us on our toes. And if we're troubleshooting correctly we should be able to provide such information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20) &lt;/span&gt;No matter how bad it is, it could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21) &lt;/span&gt;No, we can't send you a different phone on warranty just because you don't like the phone you have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22) &lt;/span&gt;Yes, you can lie to us about troubleshooting steps if you really just want to get a replacement phone. We usually know when you're doing this. We are still required to ask you to perform these steps, and have you confirm to us they've been done. We can't tell if you REALLY ran the application loader on your blackberry - but we can tell you didn't if you said "Okay, there I did it". because the process takes 20-45 minutes. Keep your lies believable, and within the realm of policy (ie, we CAN tell if the phone has water damage or a broken screen), and we can certainly "work with you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23) &lt;/span&gt;If you're hoping for an exchange, don't start the call out with "I dropped my phone and then.". once you admit damage to us, we have to record that in our notes &amp;amp; cannot exchange the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24) &lt;/span&gt;Asking for our Rep ID is pointless. All access to your account is logged and all any supervisor (or even another agent) needs to know to pull this information is our name, approximate time of the call, and your mobile number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25) &lt;/span&gt;Yes, you did talk to someone in Ontario yesterday. No, I'm not in Ontario. I'm in Texas. No, I cannot transfer you to Jenny. No, we do NOT have a direct line to our department even if we wanted to give it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26) &lt;/span&gt;At least at Tier 2, we don't always read off a script - there are just certain things we are NOT allowed to do - such as give you a free upgrade when you've had your phone for 6 months and dropped it in the toilet. Regardless of how much you demand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27) &lt;/span&gt;Retentions isn't magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28) &lt;/span&gt;We probably can't fix your problem while you're talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29) &lt;/span&gt;We probably can't fix your problem when you don't even have the phone with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30) &lt;/span&gt;If we ask you to visit a T-Mobile store for testing, it isn't because we hate you. It is because we really have no way of knowing what the problem is without resources you don't have - such as another phone which would tell us whether the problem you're having is on your phone or on your account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31) &lt;/span&gt;We hate being on the same call for 1 hour as much as you hate talking to us for 1 hour. If the call takes 1 hour or more, it is one of two things: A really, really tough problem to fix, or a really, really, annoying customer who will not LET us fix the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32) &lt;/span&gt;Intermittent problems are VERY hard to diagnose. Provide us ALL the relevant details possible, and we will do our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33) &lt;/span&gt;Network outages happen on EVERY network. Canceling over not being able to send SMS/MMS for 3 or 4 days is really, really stupid. Yes, it's a huge inconvenience for you and we know that - but chances are you'll have identical outages on whatever carrier you go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34) &lt;/span&gt;If you can't verify the information on your account (especially prepaid) that's not our fault. You should know your own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously. I enjoy my job as a T-Mobile PDA tech, but reading this board I am reminded of the times when I wonder why we bother. Some of you guys wouldn't be happy no matter what we did, and that makes me sad. I want to enjoy my day at work, and I only enjoy it when I can put a smile on someone's face who was upset when they called me. And I can only do that if you work with me and understand that yes, I really am there to help you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(taken from the Internet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4451906778269572919-3746581749282430726?l=chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com/feeds/3746581749282430726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451906778269572919&amp;postID=3746581749282430726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451906778269572919/posts/default/3746581749282430726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451906778269572919/posts/default/3746581749282430726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com/2009/09/word-from-t-mo-tech-care-rep-taken-from.html' title='A word from a T-Mo Tech Care Rep'/><author><name>Curse of Cuervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165707462367221761</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzMUgfkdhEk/Spzqp9sucAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/a9wdihO8-MI/s72-c/TMo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451906778269572919.post-466695376480103557</id><published>2009-07-14T21:12:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:55:20.955-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly By II</title><content type='html'>I decided to start writing today. It's not a journal, it's not a blog, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's not a story about a time... a story about a place... a story about the people... But above all things this is not a story about love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's just my own personal capitan's log, on the goals and failures achieved weekly, yearly, monthly, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Too many things pass by, and we forget them, we let them go without realizing that maybe those are the things that will change our future, or determine who/what we will be in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this process began last Saturday. Sick of watching "Sound of Thunder", where a group of time-travelers screw everything up by steppin' on a butterfly, changing the future into a mess of monsters and bad FX, I went to my grandpa's farm (now I realize that Jenny Jenkins -now playing on Winamp- is the perfect Soundtrack for this memoir) to have a BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, we had lamb for lunch, and I hate it so deeply as I hate being invited to those types of BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;So, there I was, refusing to play soccer, watching the grass grow, when I saw a butterfly. And then it hit me... what if I step on this one? will that determine the future of human race? what if we screwed it like seventy five years ago, but we still don't know?&lt;br /&gt;We're so in the oven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[END OF CHEAP PHILOSOPHY]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, here we go with the minute. Today's highlights: I paid my building's maintenance. It just went up like 40 bucks and it hurts like hell, but apparently the plumbing on the rooftop is all rotten and if we don't fix it now it might explode or so I was told...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzMUgfkdhEk/Sl0yuLkL08I/AAAAAAAAADw/MUk7GAqNO54/s1600-h/Exploding+Plumbing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzMUgfkdhEk/Sl0yuLkL08I/AAAAAAAAADw/MUk7GAqNO54/s400/Exploding+Plumbing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358494900600689602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is what might happen to you if you don't pay 40 extra bucks&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, and the "order" I made to get my new TV (LCD, Full HD, 32 inches) got cancelled indefinetely, so I guess I'll have to go downtown on saturday to find out where the heck can I find the make and model I wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's always a bright side: my weird dreams are back. And last night I almost got killed by a snow avalanche, there was someone on a wheelchair, and someone who was thrown into the abyss by the landslide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think there were some people buried alive too... it was so much fun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451906778269572919-466695376480103557?l=chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com/feeds/466695376480103557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451906778269572919&amp;postID=466695376480103557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451906778269572919/posts/default/466695376480103557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451906778269572919/posts/default/466695376480103557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com/2009/07/fly-by-ii.html' title='Fly By II'/><author><name>Curse of Cuervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165707462367221761</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzMUgfkdhEk/Sl0yuLkL08I/AAAAAAAAADw/MUk7GAqNO54/s72-c/Exploding+Plumbing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451906778269572919.post-7644730865688940971</id><published>2008-09-21T20:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:44:39.225-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coyote Ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ast night I dreamt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzMUgfkdhEk/SNbb3KU32VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LRTuc53cSKc/s1600-h/Lucid+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzMUgfkdhEk/SNbb3KU32VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LRTuc53cSKc/s400/Lucid+copia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248624156458080594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was in some kind of castle. I sneaked out at night for something I couldn't recall and I came back to my "room", but the door was locked.&lt;br /&gt;Through the glass I saw my trainer (the guy that did the training to enter my company) and several friends, laughin' at me, showing a banner that said that I wouldn't enter after a certain hour.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I raged, I walked towards the end of the terrace and they got out, cranked for the joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A friend told me that they were just kiddin', but I turned red in fury, yelling at him that he was the most unwanted person to talk to me and I jumped to the edge... Or at least that's what I tried, damn self-preservation instinct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hundreds of "nazis" :S dressed in grey with orange hats arrived and started killing everyone. Lots of missin' scenes with parkour in between, running and shooting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Three of us got trapped in a safety deposit and the chasers were coming after. The door started to crack, so we left through an exit in the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[MISSING SCENE]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I pretended to be asleep on a car (holding my pillow!) and the cops/nazis/army guys, whatever they were, passed looking at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I'm safe", I thought.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was night again. I decided to get out of my hiding place, just to notice that that fortress was surrounded by walls, and I had no escape... from that shape that was now looking at me, since the moment I moved.&lt;br /&gt;Growlins, horrible growlings, a dark shape with crisp hair staring at my location.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Above, on the terrace, the army enjoying the show. And that coyote was now running at me, jumping at me, biting my left hand. Blood, lots of blood and torn skin and shattered bones.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The coyote is dragging me from the arm, and I'm kicking the dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wake up. My hand is in pain. I don't get it. I'm awake, I shouldn't feel so much pain, and I feel the wound, and the cold in my ripped flesh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I fall asleep again, before undestanding that bridge.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The coyote is jumping again towards me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I brake a chair, make a stake, and kill the beast. And I finally wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Once again: my conscience hates me...&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/4451906778269572919-7644730865688940971?l=chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com/feeds/7644730865688940971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451906778269572919&amp;postID=7644730865688940971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451906778269572919/posts/default/7644730865688940971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451906778269572919/posts/default/7644730865688940971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com/2008/09/coyote-ugly.html' title='Coyote Ugly'/><author><name>Curse of Cuervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165707462367221761</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzMUgfkdhEk/SNbb3KU32VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LRTuc53cSKc/s72-c/Lucid+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451906778269572919.post-6075212102787494421</id><published>2008-09-14T18:36:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:06:26.011-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploring My Brain (Lucid Dreams)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'m beginning to understand how my mind works and, like every other human being does with anything he begins to understand, I started taking a profit from it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been trying to have lucid dreams for years. A couple of weeks ago I succeeded for the first time and said "This is a dream, I don't want to be in this situation. I wanna be in Greece", and I can asure you, there's nothing like this (like Greece, and like the lucid dream itself).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzMUgfkdhEk/SM2VJtg8seI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8Tq37BnuWLI/s1600-h/Lucid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzMUgfkdhEk/SM2VJtg8seI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8Tq37BnuWLI/s320/Lucid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246013135025648098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I discovered (just a while ago) that I can improve the experience, and take advantage of "common places" or cliches of my mind. Here's how you can do it...&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I usually have dreams inside of dreams, which means that I wake up but it turns out to be that I'm still sleeping. It's very common in nightmares; I wake up in fear and try to move but I can't, I wake up again (of this second dream) and so on...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The trick it's to look for anchor points to hold on to, until the mind becomes keen at this (sorry por the lame word game, I couldn't find any better way to express it, it's almost 3:00 AM).&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In example, my first anchor point is the light switch. If you got out of bed, tried to turn the light on and it doesn't work, "wake up": you're dreaming; if this was real life, the light bulb would flash before going out.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another: if there's music you like in the backgrond, wake up, you're dreaming: unless you sleep with the radio on or something like that, think as I did in my dream: this has to be a dream, 'cause there's music and I was in bed.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One more: you try to move and you can't. CRYSTAL CLEAR, you're in the middle of a nightmare of the most lame and common kind.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This are three things that happen to me, and that "wake me up" without leaving the dream, just to say: "this is a dream, I don't wanna be here". Done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All that I just narrated happened in one night, without a single physical wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And, in case you're wondering about how "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the mind becomes keen at this"... Last time I woke up&lt;/span&gt; (mentally), I got up and said: "this is a dream, 'cause the floor is not right, my appartment has wooded floor".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can assure you every recurrent nightmare becomes a field trip of which you'll wake up laughing your lungs out of the places that you thought to visit while sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A technique this time worked on me: if you lay down and sleep for a little while, you wake up and you just stay in bed, concentrating in the fact that you're about to fall asleep and that you will realize that you're dreaming, it is said that this increases the chances of having lucid dreams in about 80%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A final advise: write down everything you see, and ask people the following day, because (esoterically speaking) you could be having an astral experience instead of a lucid dream. The difference is that, supposedly, the astral experience takes you to real places, where you can see "things the way they are", in real time (and I have to say that, as a rationalist thinker I am, I believe in lucid dreams and not in this "horangelism").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, members of the jury; this night I've been in Greece, Rome, three bedrooms and a restaurant, visiting known people (and I heard about some guy called Guglielmo -William- in Rome, that only God knows which repressed memory he personifies).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As we say in my land... Believe it or burst&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451906778269572919-6075212102787494421?l=chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com/feeds/6075212102787494421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451906778269572919&amp;postID=6075212102787494421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451906778269572919/posts/default/6075212102787494421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451906778269572919/posts/default/6075212102787494421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com/2008/09/exploring-my-brain-lucid-dreams.html' title='Exploring My Brain (Lucid Dreams)'/><author><name>Curse of Cuervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165707462367221761</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzMUgfkdhEk/SM2VJtg8seI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8Tq37BnuWLI/s72-c/Lucid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451906778269572919.post-5605571670815161889</id><published>2008-08-31T23:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:12:38.609-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Curious...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/death" style="background: transparent url(http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/death.jpg) no-repeat scroll 0% 0%; display: block; width: 241px; height: 107px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; padding-top: 75px; padding-left: 10px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman,Arial,serif; font-size: 22px;"&gt;140,826 People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451906778269572919-5605571670815161889?l=chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com/feeds/5605571670815161889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451906778269572919&amp;postID=5605571670815161889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451906778269572919/posts/default/5605571670815161889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451906778269572919/posts/default/5605571670815161889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com/2008/08/curious.html' title='Curious...'/><author><name>Curse of Cuervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165707462367221761</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-4451906778269572919.post-746322168349761505</id><published>2008-08-02T19:32:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T19:56:04.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Little Words (Unfinished Song)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;h, didn't you know? When I'm in really deep shit, I write songs... guess that I'd be a suicide music star that dies young and leaves a legend behind (if I were a musician or a star). So, the result is most of the times a dark, sad song, but it has given me pretty good results as motivation. I wish that someday I'll be able to write about positive feelings, as strong as the sadness and grief that I sense around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just have the chorus so far, but since it seems this dark times are going to last some time, I'm not worried about losing my inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wrote this song looking right into your eyes, daydreaming about you and me, and you didn't even notice I was there. Ain't that sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzMUgfkdhEk/SKro0uRYC5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/DMWPi0TP8rU/s1600-h/CB008179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzMUgfkdhEk/SKro0uRYC5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/DMWPi0TP8rU/s320/CB008179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236253509243374482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those little things that you don't wanna know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are those little things that I'm longing to say;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those simple things like those little words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That kill 'n enslave, break hearts 'n betray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are nothin' but grubs and they grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just to hunt 'n haunt you, they taunt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this torture extends with no end or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beggining, you blend and you're bleeding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And pleading no more, no dreamin' alone, screamin' and more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm tryin' not to say those little words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, guess there's a cheap poet inside of me (the one who once wrote that love was like a goat -WTF?-).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451906778269572919-746322168349761505?l=chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com/feeds/746322168349761505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451906778269572919&amp;postID=746322168349761505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451906778269572919/posts/default/746322168349761505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451906778269572919/posts/default/746322168349761505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-want-gibson.html' title='Those Little Words (Unfinished Song)'/><author><name>Curse of Cuervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165707462367221761</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzMUgfkdhEk/SKro0uRYC5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/DMWPi0TP8rU/s72-c/CB008179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451906778269572919.post-1779687825056597594</id><published>2008-07-29T01:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T01:05:19.204-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 323px; height: 323px;" alt="http://pro.corbis.com/images/CB008179.jpg?size=572&amp;amp;uid=%7B9DAE11AB-16EB-474B-80AA-E0B535AE2D1D%7D" src="http://pro.corbis.com/images/CB008179.jpg?size=572&amp;amp;uid=%7B9DAE11AB-16EB-474B-80AA-E0B535AE2D1D%7D" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; don't feel like writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you feel like reading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In that case, I suggest checkin' out my other entries. Have a nice day, sucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451906778269572919-1779687825056597594?l=chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com/feeds/1779687825056597594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451906778269572919&amp;postID=1779687825056597594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451906778269572919/posts/default/1779687825056597594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451906778269572919/posts/default/1779687825056597594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com/2008/07/feel-like.html' title='Feel like...'/><author><name>Curse of Cuervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165707462367221761</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-4451906778269572919.post-6754906195164756625</id><published>2008-07-28T18:36:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T01:00:12.667-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happening™</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I contain spoilers. Be warned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 351px; height: 205px;" alt="http://geekadelphia.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/the_happening_thumb.jpg" src="http://geekadelphia.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/the_happening_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;K, let's talk about movies. Really bad movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Happening is a apocalyptic B-type movie. It seems that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;M. Night Shyamalan can't make a single good movie that's up to his Sixth Sense™.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you don't have enough money for FX you can create movies with powerless superheroes, fake monsters guarding a village or (even worse) chemical substances -and with this I mean "invisible substances"- that make people kill themselves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The only good thing the movie has is Mark Whalberg, and it's not even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;good acting... Whenever people is about to die, you'll see the trees shaking because, besides of expelling a toxic substance, it also seems that the trees and the grass have the capability of producing wind (WTF?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The scariest part in the whole movie has to do with the fact that I hate dolls, and there's a really big one on a bed, and not even that part was enough to put me on edge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The best: &lt;/span&gt;there's so many ways people kill themselves on this movie... the car crash was amazing. The movie is so short you don't waste too much time, or get bored for too long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The worst:&lt;/span&gt; The movie is so short you'll probably regret spending money on this, instead of buying a BigMac.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shyamalan, I want you to know: you're not Hitchcock as to appear on every single piece of shitty movie you make. I hate your final-twisty thing, and it's not striking any more. I was the more enthusiastic person about The Sixth Sense™, but every since that one, you went down the hill, and if you think that you'll ruin a classic as The Day the Earth Stood Still™, you will regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought that this movie I just saw was (hey, lookie here, "saw" and "was" are mirror words :D) going to be... good. And it wasn't (I don't feel like writing anything else, was that obvious?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451906778269572919-6754906195164756625?l=chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com/feeds/6754906195164756625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451906778269572919&amp;postID=6754906195164756625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451906778269572919/posts/default/6754906195164756625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451906778269572919/posts/default/6754906195164756625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com/2008/07/happening.html' title='The Happening™'/><author><name>Curse of Cuervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165707462367221761</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-4451906778269572919.post-7056351647124882116</id><published>2008-07-28T12:57:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T01:00:58.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Owner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ctually, this post should go on September (the 12th) of 2005, but back then I didn't have a blog, so... here't's, my own creation, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Owner&lt;/span&gt; (a song for Pagliólico).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt; 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Dunno, just thought it would be kinda cool)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate I have known you, I hate that I saw you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate that I love you, uh, I love you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate I can't sleep 'n I'm lying in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And now you have said: "look but don't touch".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm thinking about you, I hate you're not calling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm stumbling and falling, wonder who's your guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate it's so easy, so easy to tease you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;But when it comes to kiss you, I'm naive and so shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And though I know your body is for everybody,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I bet that nobody can find that part.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm gonna keep trying, even if it means dying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will be the owner of your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will be the owner of your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will be the owner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My day's rearranged, I'm sleepless again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you weren't there I didn't believe in Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm dying to please you don't seem to care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm down to my knees and I hate you as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I won't say "I love you" though I hate to pretend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm gonna be standing and you'll give up in te end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate to make pressure but I cannot contain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm not your sex-buddy, I'm not either a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And though I know your body is for everybody,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I bet that nobody can find that part.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm gonna keep trying, even if it means dying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will be the owner of your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will be the owner of your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will be the owner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And though I know your body is for everybody,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I bet that nobody can find that part.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm gonna keep trying, even if it means dying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will be the owner of... your body is for everybody,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I bet that nobody can find that part.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm gonna keep trying, even if it means dying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will be the owner of your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will be the owner of your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will be the owner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Oh, fuck it... I'm an emo, after all :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451906778269572919-7056351647124882116?l=chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com/feeds/7056351647124882116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451906778269572919&amp;postID=7056351647124882116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451906778269572919/posts/default/7056351647124882116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451906778269572919/posts/default/7056351647124882116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com/2008/07/owner.html' title='The Owner'/><author><name>Curse of Cuervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165707462367221761</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tzMUgfkdhEk/SI3vwPnaipI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TSeuiipWQuQ/s72-c/GuitarLoco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451906778269572919.post-4486015391980914275</id><published>2008-07-23T07:02:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T01:01:20.384-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ave you ever had that feeling of closeness, when you see a hand so close to you that you just start wondering how would it be like to hold it, to touch that skin, to smell that hair, to taste those lips?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And yes, you had some days of that deathly closeness that, of course, ended up in distress &amp;amp; more loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Is it so hard to be wanted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Is it so easy to end up alone, that you just find yourself lyin' on an empty bed every single night, trying not to think about it, to make those ghosts go away, and be happy for the moments you lived with that person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But I'm back. I'm lying on an empty bed, like every other night. And even though I try not to think about it, the ghosts keep on comin' back to haunt me, and the moments I lived are fading with the constant torture of that skin, hair &amp;amp; lips that I will never get to taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And that single second I need is tearin' me apart, as we grow closer &amp;amp; the breach gets bigger and deeper, I transform into a divided being: a mask of happiness, and a dreamer's fantasy, beggin', bleeding and pleading for just a moment with you.&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/4451906778269572919-4486015391980914275?l=chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com/feeds/4486015391980914275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451906778269572919&amp;postID=4486015391980914275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451906778269572919/posts/default/4486015391980914275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451906778269572919/posts/default/4486015391980914275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-moment.html' title='Just a Moment'/><author><name>Curse of Cuervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165707462367221761</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-4451906778269572919.post-442264033431765579</id><published>2008-07-11T18:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T01:01:36.061-03:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Video Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ave you ever stopped for a second, watching the trees, the clouds, the water on the streets, and thought: "I wonder what video card is using God to pull up all of this at the same time...". Of course, it's not something everyone asks everyday, not even I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But when you think about it, isn't it obvious that there's gotta be something that thinks and looks for this universe? Think it this way: men haven't reached the point of creating a visually reallistic environment, rendered on real time, that behaves exactly the way nature does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And when you see that, you realise (with an "s" or with "z"?) there's no way that nature could accidentally create so much perfection. 'Cause I don't care what doctors say: human being is a perfect machine, so fragile, capable of feeling, so accurate, self-improving, capable of mistakes and learning from them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sometimes I can't stop thinking that whoever wrote "American Beauty" thought about this, and that "there's so much beauty in this world" it's too much to take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Refraction, reflection, lightings, textures, colors, antialiasing, shading... think about this next time you witness a red sunset, and think: "What power pulled this up?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;One more time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; God must have a hell of a video card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;P.S.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yes, this is the type of crap you'll only find here: cheap thoughts and brain-storming for everyone to laugh at me. Who the fuck cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451906778269572919-442264033431765579?l=chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com/feeds/442264033431765579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4451906778269572919&amp;postID=442264033431765579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451906778269572919/posts/default/442264033431765579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451906778269572919/posts/default/442264033431765579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofcuervo.blogspot.com/2008/07/gods-video-card.html' title='God&apos;s Video Card'/><author><name>Curse of Cuervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165707462367221761</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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
