<?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-3246011</id><updated>2011-05-05T13:08:34.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Esoteric Journal</title><subtitle type='html'>es·o·ter·ic (s-trk) adj. Intended for or understood by only a particular group.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esoteric.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esoteric.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Renegade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009071662961529934</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246011.post-8774029</id><published>2002-01-16T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-16T23:08:27.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After school Mike came over.  I was actually in the same car with him, and guess what?  He was driving!  with his mom on the side of course.  It was pretty scary, he was driving on the wrong side of the road right out of my house, but after that he straightened up, not a bad driver though.  We just went to the mall, we checked out EB, the Color Cutlery and Custom Images.  We couldn't find his mom for a while, but eventually we did since she had a cell on her.  Oh and I missed class on accident, I had class at 4-7pm, but I freaken showed up to the 7-10pm class, isin't that a bitch?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246011-8774029?l=esoteric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default/8774029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default/8774029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esoteric.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8774029' title=''/><author><name>Renegade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009071662961529934</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246011.post-8706282</id><published>2002-01-14T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-14T23:08:56.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guilty!  Oh well, at least I tried.  A couple of lucky bastards got their fine (bail) excused because the cops involved didn't bother to show up.  Either way, it was a good experience to participate in what we call the System.  Other than that, the day continued as expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246011-8706282?l=esoteric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default/8706282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default/8706282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esoteric.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8706282' title=''/><author><name>Renegade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009071662961529934</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246011.post-8672553</id><published>2002-01-13T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-13T23:48:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just enjoying the goodness of learning new yo-yo tricks again.  I was out of the "loop" (haha) for a while until I went to a long awaited DXL meeting at Glasseye's apartment yesterday.  FeFe taught me Spirit Whip.  Yesterday night I went to Nebson's house and we learned a trick called Trapeze Slack.  We also worked on landing a trick named And Whut, which like Spirit Whip was created by Jason Rhee (Lee).  I also got to see Nebson's yo-yo inflicted wound, which he didn't clean up just to show me *cough*hardass*cough*.  I never seen evidence of a yo-yo actually causing someone to bleed, but there it was.  I goto court tommorow for a traffic violation, we'll see how this shit is gonna turn out. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246011-8672553?l=esoteric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default/8672553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default/8672553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esoteric.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8672553' title=''/><author><name>Renegade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009071662961529934</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246011.post-8623557</id><published>2002-01-12T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-13T12:48:45.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow!  I haven't posted in 15 days, I guess thats what school registration does to you.  Incase your wondering, I didn't show up to work on New Years.  The registration process is really a bitch.  So many classes, so many students, such a long waiting list.  Oh well, I still came out nicley once the smoke cleared.  I got the classes I wanted and I found out that I actually passed my Energy class.  In Energy, you learn about environmental energy solutions all the way up to how a freaken nuclear reactor works.  Shit like that can be overwhelming, but I passed, thats what matters.  I'm posting pretty early since perhaps after work today I won't really feel like typing.  I just ordered an AEM Cold Air Intake for my Civic from www.ImportHorizion.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246011-8623557?l=esoteric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default/8623557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default/8623557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esoteric.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8623557' title=''/><author><name>Renegade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009071662961529934</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246011.post-8247541</id><published>2001-12-28T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-29T17:49:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finished reading 1984 at 1:30am today, great book.  This book will make you a little more paranoid than how you are now, you'll also find yourself comparing today's society to that of the book's.  Went to work in the morning, work wasn't as tiring as yesterday.  I got to see an animal show and I went to the petting zoo in and around my shift.  My Pakol came in the mail today, what's a Pakol you ask?  Its an Afghani hat commonly worn by the Northern Alliance as opposed to the black turban worn by the Taliban.  You probably seen them on TV one time or another, they look pretty tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246011-8247541?l=esoteric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default/8247541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default/8247541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esoteric.blogspot.com/2001_12_23_archive.html#8247541' title=''/><author><name>Renegade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009071662961529934</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246011.post-8224382</id><published>2001-12-27T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-28T01:19:31.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello again, been skipping a couple of days.  Nothing new really.  Just worked in Area 2 today (not my regular division), Area 2 is freaken wack!  Its those "carnival" type games, not really my thing.  I'm more of an arcade type of guy.  I found out that I am schedualed to work on New Years Eve, WTF is up with that?!  I don't know if I will be ill on New Years? ; ]  What kinda bitch ass goes to an amusment park to celebrate the coming of a new year?  After work I drove to Island Motor Sports and picked up one of those snazzy air freshners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246011-8224382?l=esoteric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default/8224382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default/8224382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esoteric.blogspot.com/2001_12_23_archive.html#8224382' title=''/><author><name>Renegade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009071662961529934</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246011.post-8138594</id><published>2001-12-22T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-12T01:44:27.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Worked today, towards the end of my shift I was sitting down ryhming to myself in the freezing cold, I probably looked like a damn nut, but I really didin't feel like answering the retarded questions some of the guests have.  I was surprised to find that they were serving a free Christmas dinner.  I sold my uncommon Kirby's Dream Land 2 for GameBoy to John for $14, but that bastard made me late by "making sure" it was working.  I finally got rid of the cold that was dampening my life, I can breathe again! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246011-8138594?l=esoteric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default/8138594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default/8138594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esoteric.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8138594' title=''/><author><name>Renegade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009071662961529934</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246011.post-8105486</id><published>2001-12-21T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-23T03:28:26.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally beat Suikoden 2!  Although I finished the game, I have yet to experience a couple other alternate endings, which I easily can view by choosing a different dialogue response.  Knowing me, I will probably play both Suikoden 1 (beat twice) and 2 again just for the shit of it.  They will be releasing part 3 for PS2, thats going to be amazing.  Before I enjoyed the goodness beating this game, I went to Ben's house and saw Dungeons and Dragons with he and Mike.  Don't rent that movie, it MAJORILY SUCKED.  Anyways its all great in the chicken fried state!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246011-8105486?l=esoteric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default/8105486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default/8105486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esoteric.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8105486' title=''/><author><name>Renegade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009071662961529934</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246011.post-8066600</id><published>2001-12-19T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-19T23:08:54.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still stuck at home with the cold, not as bad though.  All I did was play Counter Strike, then went to Toys R Us and bought Mega Man Xtreme 2 for GameBoy Color.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246011-8066600?l=esoteric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default/8066600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default/8066600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esoteric.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8066600' title=''/><author><name>Renegade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009071662961529934</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246011.post-8036185</id><published>2001-12-18T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-18T20:10:52.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh...I'm sick with a cold.  I spent most of the day playing Counter Strike and laying in bed like I was in a coma.  Still I find some positive points, I held on to 1st place among the Counter Terrorists for awhile and I got the latest issue of Maxim in the mail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246011-8036185?l=esoteric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default/8036185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default/8036185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esoteric.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8036185' title=''/><author><name>Renegade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009071662961529934</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246011.post-8007282</id><published>2001-12-17T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-17T20:19:58.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm on winter vacation and my working scheduale is not exactly busy, so I thought today I would run some errands.  First I headed to the used text book store and sold two text books.  After that I headed to my pager provider to buy a new pager since I lost mine on Friday, pretty snazzy pager by the way.  The day was still young so I went to Best Buy and bought my bro a Christmas gift and I bought myself a case for my GameBoy Color.  While I was there I spotted Alphonso who was also Christmas shopping.  The line at Best Buy was pretty long considering it was just afternoon. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246011-8007282?l=esoteric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default/8007282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default/8007282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esoteric.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8007282' title=''/><author><name>Renegade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009071662961529934</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246011.post-7980329</id><published>2001-12-16T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-23T03:26:37.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I worked a morning shift in the BN arcade, pretty busy day.  During lunch John allowed me to play Doom on his GameBoy Advanced, great pocket console, but Nintendo should of added a backlight.  I looked like a fruit the way I was turned in my chair, so that I could have the proper amount of light hitting the screen.  On my last break our table discussed console games and John lectured to us why people who only played Final Fantasy VII and up don't have any business in praising Final Fantasy X.  In my opinion, Final Fantasy X &lt;i&gt;looks&lt;/i&gt; sweet, but nothing comes close to the plot of the Suikoden series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246011-7980329?l=esoteric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default/7980329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246011/posts/default/7980329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esoteric.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#7980329' title=''/><author><name>Renegade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17009071662961529934</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></entry></feed>
