<?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-6198158943862690177</id><updated>2011-07-30T12:58:08.238-07:00</updated><category term='October'/><title type='text'>The Overlord Panda</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverlordpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198158943862690177/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverlordpanda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Overlord Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02230613287475101108</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198158943862690177.post-8418348889151760933</id><published>2009-11-14T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:11:05.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/13/09</title><content type='html'>Today I witnessed something cool.  There are people who like to annoy the shit out of me.  For instance, I wish to know why people must throw a parade because they answered a problem on a quiz correctly.  Also, do not tap when I already said not to like fifteen damn times.  People are going to die if this continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People believe what they see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machiavelli had the right idea.  People piss me off.  They don't know when to stop.  They need to shut up and stop kicking my chair because it's annoying as hell and pissing me off.  I'll get them back one day, on April Fool's Day, the day I won't get in trouble.  Anyways enough of that, I will no proceed with my discussion topic.  People will do things to annoy you.  Think about it. If you can sit back and do something that will not bring public attention to yourself, but can still visually enjoy the annoyance of your victim, then you win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machiavelli did not trust people.  I am different.  I believe there are people who you can trust, and rely on.  But these people are not all pure.  To get where you are, you have to play the game.  The game is knowing at the end of the day, you have not left yourself to attack.  The few people in this world who are pure and trustworthy are usually manipulated by deceptive others.  Machiavelli was explaining that.  The innocent become the less fortunate by the more deceptive.  That is why he believed to get far in this world, you need to be deceptive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198158943862690177-8418348889151760933?l=theoverlordpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverlordpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8418348889151760933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theoverlordpanda.blogspot.com/2009/11/111309.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198158943862690177/posts/default/8418348889151760933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198158943862690177/posts/default/8418348889151760933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverlordpanda.blogspot.com/2009/11/111309.html' title='11/13/09'/><author><name>The Overlord Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02230613287475101108</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-6198158943862690177.post-7384950206391213821</id><published>2009-10-26T18:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T18:02:10.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City Life In Greensboro Vlog #3: "Cooking Lessons"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/LEcUtAvcSQo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/LEcUtAvcSQo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I uploaded a new video today.  It's essentially me giving a cooking lesson on how to fry rice.  Comment and rate please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198158943862690177-7384950206391213821?l=theoverlordpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverlordpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7384950206391213821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theoverlordpanda.blogspot.com/2009/10/city-life-in-greensboro-vlog-3-lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198158943862690177/posts/default/7384950206391213821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198158943862690177/posts/default/7384950206391213821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverlordpanda.blogspot.com/2009/10/city-life-in-greensboro-vlog-3-lessons.html' title='City Life In Greensboro Vlog #3: &amp;quot;Cooking Lessons&amp;quot;'/><author><name>The Overlord Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02230613287475101108</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-6198158943862690177.post-8769981683001608218</id><published>2009-10-19T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:37:26.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day Another Story</title><content type='html'>I downloaded a free trial version of Adobe After Effects and a crack for it yesterday while watching a video tutorial on YouTube showing how to get this software for free.  Well, I accidentally sent Adobe the cracked serial number registration form and they sent me back a notice declaring I was a fraud and the form I sent in is illegal.  I fucked myself!  Now I can't get the program for free without finding a way to wipe all the registry information on my hard drive.  What a pain in the ass.  Oh well, time to get cracking on it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one girl in my class won't stop kicking my chair from behind, and it's slightly ticking me off.  No, it's really pissing me off.  It's like, when you tell someone to stop doing something...and they won't!  That's telling me they have a lack of respect for me, and I can't have that.  I'm too nice of a person =/, but she's also a girl so I can't flip out on her or anything.  Fuck, why?!  It's like you say it once and the person says OK, and two days later they start doing it again, and you tell them to stop, they say OK AGAIN, and then two minutes they start doing it again!  And you're just there gritting your teeth because you don't want to look like you're whining and bitching about things.  Grrr....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198158943862690177-8769981683001608218?l=theoverlordpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoverlordpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8769981683001608218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theoverlordpanda.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-day-another-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198158943862690177/posts/default/8769981683001608218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198158943862690177/posts/default/8769981683001608218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoverlordpanda.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-day-another-story.html' title='Another Day Another Story'/><author><name>The Overlord Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02230613287475101108</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-6198158943862690177.post-5857425196248424259</id><published>2009-10-16T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:34:46.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='October'/><title type='text'>Repetitive Headbanging</title><content type='html'>10/16/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People really piss me off. Let me rephrase that, people nag too much. I won't name specific people, but you know who you are though. Today is the shittiest day ever, truly a FML day. Let me explain what happened. This morning Person #1 came into my room and, for the millionth time, told me to finish my essay. Then, at 7:30 in the morning, that same person began bitching about my essay, and how I told Person #1 yesterday how I would have it finished by today. The only reason I said that I would get it done in the first place was so Person #1 could stfu! No, stfu does not mean &lt;u&gt;send the food up&lt;/u&gt;. The trip I had planned out with a girl two weeks ago could, most likely, be cancelled now, due to the completely impatient nature of Person #1. I'm grounded tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, whatever, I'll just explain to the girl and hope she understands, but that's not the worst part yet. It's 7:50 A.M. now. The bus usually comes around 8:00 A.M. I decided to eat a light breakfast, like I usually do during the mornings, and head outside early to wait for the bus at 7:55 A.M. It's 10 degrees Celsius. Oh well, it's alright, I'll just stand outside for the next 25 minutes and wait for Person #2 to drive by to come pick me up and give me a ride to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK great! I do not need to ride the bus today, I'll just ask for a ride by...you guessed it, Person #1 :D! T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And of course, as soon as I ring the doorbell, the hailstorm of bitching* begins to rain down. Why can't people just not Say anything until five minutes after meeting another person? No, better yet, why can't people &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt; about what they Say before the say it and save me the aggravation of laser targeting the kitchen microwave with a surface-to-air missile from a satellite orbiting space? OK, I can handle a little nagging, I mean, come on, every guy suffers this kind of abuse sooner or later on in life when the get married. Ahhhh...the lovely ritual of "marriage." FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting there, still unaware of the fact that today was a FML day, waiting for Person #1 to get the car keys to drive me to school, because Person #2 never came to do Person #2's job and pick me up. At 8:30 A.M. my backpack rips. Sweet! *Thumbs up* *Smiley fucking face*. Joy~! All my books fall to the ground and now I must go to school holding my 40 pound backpack with one arm and a $200 camcorder (for a school project) in the other arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably know how people tend to congregate and congest the hallways during mornings and lulls between classes. I'm trying to get through the tiny hallways looking like a nub carrying a fat ass 40 pound baby while people are giving me weird looks, and a group of --- group #1 is standing in the middle of the hallway, chatting about Robert Patterson. OK, of all people, why Robert Patterson?! That was just like...FUCK YOU in the face to me. Half of the school is blocked up while group #2 is right beside group #1 talking about how many guys they had sex with or "fucked" last night at a party! WTF! I'm over here carrying a fat baby and they're talking about sex and Robert Patterson. So while half the school finally told them to move out of the way they're blocking the freaking hallways, I managed to walk in the direction towards my classroom. They move...HEY THEY MOVED IN FRONT OF MY CLASSROOM DOOR! It's like I have to get a bulldozer just to clear a path through them to put my stuff into the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. There's a girl in my class who I want to be friends. A fairly pretty girl, and she had asked me to do her a favor by asking around for personal tutors to help her with some schoolwork. I found someone, saved the number on my cell phone the night before I was supposed to give it to her, and today, just as I was about to give her the number from my cell phone, my cell phone died! Like what the hell is going on?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a conspiracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how Shaolin monks feel now. All they want to do is to live in passive solitude, but outside people KEEP FUCKING WITH THEM! My cell just dropped on the ground and flipped on. A text message titled "Bitch." flashed me once before my cell phone turned off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, well this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite everything that happened up until now, I will keep a positive attitude for you guys. I truly hope every single one of you out there is having a great day so far and that it will only continue to get better. Leave some comments for me and don't forget to check out the new videos up on my YouTube channel! 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