<?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-624638569384944700</id><updated>2011-07-08T22:33:34.722+10:00</updated><category term='Age'/><category term='Sport'/><category term='Emo'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='Email'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Shop'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Creature'/><category term='Christian'/><category term='Blood'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Beach'/><category term='Games'/><category term='Asian'/><category term='Earth'/><category term='Japan'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Hot'/><category term='Room'/><category term='Past'/><category term='Embarrassment'/><category term='Pain'/><category term='News'/><category term='Blog'/><category term='Webcomic'/><title type='text'>When I'm not playing games</title><subtitle type='html'>Like it says when I'm not gaming ... which is rarely, I'll try and post something. Probably be something stupid because probably don't have anything happening if I'm not playing games XD.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624638569384944700.post-1669106294645619677</id><published>2009-08-22T15:51:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:41:53.458+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><title type='text'>Kicked in the rear</title><content type='html'>Man this no talking famine sux. I've been getting kicked out of almost every online game because I have a mic and I don't talk ... can't talk through it &gt;&lt;. If only I had some sort of keypad for xbox ... stupid people on Left 4 Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I had highest damage count and I was still kicked when they started telling me to speak up or be kicked ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/624638569384944700-1669106294645619677?l=psychpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1669106294645619677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=624638569384944700&amp;postID=1669106294645619677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/1669106294645619677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/1669106294645619677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/08/kicked-in-rear.html' title='Kicked in the rear'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624638569384944700.post-3830751553497550752</id><published>2009-08-22T00:02:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:53:46.412+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Embarrassment'/><title type='text'>Silent night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;What a time to return ... does anyone still scope this blog??? So the most silent night of my life is when I decide to rejoin the world of blogging. Why is it the most silent night you might ask ... well I'm watching TV so its not that silent. No I mean my mouth ain't yapping. Why is my mouth not yapping you might ask ... probably ... well it's that time of the year ... 40 hour famine. So this year I'm giving up the use of my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: webdings;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OEaNXRT-hGQ/So6t2RXkt7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/hf7wdYMyhXE/s1600-h/40+Hour+Famine+-+Silence+-+Resized.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OEaNXRT-hGQ/So6t2RXkt7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/hf7wdYMyhXE/s320/40+Hour+Famine+-+Silence+-+Resized.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372422553386399666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Well the Gaffer tape was just so I didn't accidentally talk or eat :P. Somewhat told people I was doing it anyways so I better do it to get sponsors. I was well prepared to communicate armed with a mini whiteboard and a set of markers and duster. Just felt a bit clumsy juggling all of those in hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: webdings;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OEaNXRT-hGQ/So6t2t2Y8kI/AAAAAAAAABA/HqZWZDzBMhw/s1600-h/Whiteboard+-+ILY+photoplus+-+Resized.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OEaNXRT-hGQ/So6t2t2Y8kI/AAAAAAAAABA/HqZWZDzBMhw/s320/Whiteboard+-+ILY+photoplus+-+Resized.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372422561031844418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Oh yeah that's just the result of a little girl who forbade me to wipe it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Last year I did hands cuffed behind my back. Obviously it would be bad if I was left in a public place ... being mistaken for a criminal master mind (obviously I'm not the muscle). Thankfully I have friends who helped me around so I was never out in the open. Unfortunately this year I wasn't so lucky XD. Had to take the train home after youth group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Lots of eyes on me which I'm used to ... and lots of opinions on what I was doing. The first approached me and asked if I was doing a student experiment. I used my trusty whiteboard to explain it was for 40 hour famine and he got the point. The other people who looked on weren't so forward. A few people looked like they thought I was a publicity stunt and kept looking at my whiteboard seeing if I was advertising something. No I'm not advertising photoplus ... that's another story why it's on my board. One lady seemed to think I was a silent protester and also tried to get a good look at my whiteboard. Quite a few big grins and hand gestures which seemed to indicate questioning on the pain that would be received from taking off the gaffer tape. Walking home brought out a few loud comments from surprised run-ins about a guy with duct tape round his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully now I'm in the safety of my home. Won't be leaving my house anytime soon. Now to brush my teeth ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/624638569384944700-3830751553497550752?l=psychpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3830751553497550752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=624638569384944700&amp;postID=3830751553497550752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/3830751553497550752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/3830751553497550752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/08/silent-night.html' title='Silent night'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OEaNXRT-hGQ/So6t2RXkt7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/hf7wdYMyhXE/s72-c/40+Hour+Famine+-+Silence+-+Resized.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624638569384944700.post-6111775858687807858</id><published>2009-04-03T02:05:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T02:18:15.675+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well I've been busy so I haven't posted ... okay not a complete lie, I've been busy but I still have time to play games and watch anime. So yeah thought I'd just post the game I've been playing at the moment ... this moment meaning the past sixteen hours that I've owned this game :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://au.psp.ign.com/objects/142/14265339.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 276px;" src="http://wirelessmedia.ign.com/wireless/image/object/142/14265339/Patapon_2_psp_esrbboxart_160w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Loved the first Patapon. Couldn't get over it. Can't believe I almost missed out on this game because I didn't preorder and there wasn't such a big hype for this game other than me. I finished the first one in a week or so and tried to get everything so hopefully this sequel will entertain me for awhile. Also got the following which was actually the game I was planning on playing today ... but Pata Pata Pata Pon XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://au.wii.ign.com/objects/142/14285997.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 225px;" src="http://xbox360media.ign.com/xbox360/image/object/142/14285997/final_fantasy_CC_eot_wiiesrboxart_160w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/624638569384944700-6111775858687807858?l=psychpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6111775858687807858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=624638569384944700&amp;postID=6111775858687807858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/6111775858687807858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/6111775858687807858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624638569384944700.post-277867768528065563</id><published>2009-03-21T14:19:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T15:14:29.038+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Ahhh my eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 207px;" src="http://6.media.tumblr.com/jhrnRxFgukptfibqX1dGIba5o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay some of the things on this website are a bit vile to even look at. Don't know how people manage to eat stuff shown on this website. So yeah you can have a look at it on the top link but be prepared. I've dropped a few links from the website below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/post/74880151/the-ultimate-snack-stadium-via-kylebunch"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://1.media.tumblr.com/i2dw5nf19jfwv9ouJ61au8OMo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/post/85522037/the-porkgasm-bacon-strips-bacon-sausage-ham"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 250px;" src="http://9.media.tumblr.com/i2dw5nf19kx3215zO37YgggGo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here's some sculpturing ... if you can call it that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/post/75084715/deep-fried-coca-cola-via-wftv"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 302px;" src="http://18.media.tumblr.com/i2dw5nf19jgzo8g7OwMPJHuDo1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is interesting ... it's apparently deep fried coke ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/post/75075695/60-pound-rice-krispy-treat-via-collegehumor"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 346px;" src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/i2dw5nf19jgyba82r9mHZLTxo1_r1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/post/75396236/giant-kit-kat-via-supersizedmeals"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 637px;" src="http://4.media.tumblr.com/i2dw5nf19jikyrceeL3ycMteo1_r1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some mega sized version of some of our favorites XD. If you don't know that's a rice krispy treat and a kit kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/post/76543433/turbaconucken-a-chicken-inside-a-duck-inside-a"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://16.media.tumblr.com/i2dw5nf19jory733NMiBJI3zo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is just ... unimaginable but this is suppose to be a chicken stuffed in a duck stuffed in a turkey wrapped in bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just lost my appetite ...&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/624638569384944700-277867768528065563?l=psychpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/277867768528065563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=624638569384944700&amp;postID=277867768528065563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/277867768528065563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/277867768528065563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/03/ahhh-my-eyes.html' title='Ahhh my eyes'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624638569384944700.post-6719212079330722500</id><published>2009-03-18T21:50:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:18:51.258+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><title type='text'>Shake it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;So I'm not really that into spending my time blogging. Even though I was sick and didn't play games sort of hard to blog with a throbbing headache. Luckily for me it just lasted like two days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;I never thought I'd feel the earth move under my feet but it happened. Actually more like the floorboard of my room. It didn't happen in Box Hill but it was strong enough to feel so hopefully wherever the epicentre is isn't too badly damaged. It isn't the first time that I was in the vicinity of an earthquake though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;It had been awhile since I'd been back to Taiwan so a holiday was in order. Coincidentally it was during the Jiji earthquake / 921 earthquake which measured 7.3. Fortunately was residing in a older building built during times of constant earthquakes in Taiwan so was made with shifting foundation ... so I was told XD. However I was asleep during the quake so didn't really notice it. I did wake and look out the window at the commotion outside but without my glasses so I just went back to sleep. Next morning find out that there's no electricity and so we are stuck in Taiwan with no electronics ... that's just wrong. So finding stuff to do was a pain. My brother and I started with cards for quite awhile much so that we missed noticing the 5.3 aftershock. Then that got boring so we walked around and found a mini basketball set. We started off playing friendly but it got pretty ugly and I was left with bent glasses and my brother a crack in his skull :S. So he had to get it stitched up in the dark. Also there was a small pool of blood left where we were playing ... so it wasn't much of a trip :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;So all that and I don't experience an earthquake till now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Then again a shudder isn't much either XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Finally 20th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/624638569384944700-6719212079330722500?l=psychpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6719212079330722500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=624638569384944700&amp;postID=6719212079330722500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/6719212079330722500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/6719212079330722500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/03/shake-it.html' title='Shake it'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624638569384944700.post-3635569794538528127</id><published>2009-03-08T21:24:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:21:45.306+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian'/><title type='text'>Side Quest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Surprise I'm still alive. Lol yeah well just haven't blogged in awhile. Was just bored for along while so just watched a lot of television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Anyways this weekend had a church camp at Mount Evelyn. Really close campsite just out near Lilydale. Quick drive up. Was a bit frustrated though because Chinese group did a botch job of organizing and just push the responsibility to the English group at the last minute. Being in the AV coordinator I had to throw together random stuff together from the English equipment which is lacking because the budgets all done by the Councillors and they are all Chinese group people. So now I'm going to have to tell them off for not giving us a budget ... again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It wasn't all bad. First night getting there we just messed around with games and running around. Sleep was pretty terrible though. One of my roomies kept rolling on the top bunk and the beds had those tough covers that make those scrunchy sounds. So everyone else in the room went to the next room and family guy and wait for the noisy roomy to go sleep. We watched a few episodes and came back to find he was completely awake. So he kept me up some more. He apparently couldn't sleep so got up a few times which kept me up even more. To make it was by the time it was five he went and took a shower which could be heard within two rooms. So guess desperately tired isn't the best way to start a camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;This was a church camp so didn't expect to have to much mucking around fun but it was still good to hear messages from a reverend who was effected by the fires. The day events were decent but the timetable was pretty mucked up. The night was was the fun time. Played a bit of mafia. If you don't know mafia it takes too long to explain so just assume secrecy and citizen versus mafia with a few special characters. First game as usual I was dead in the second round because no one trusts me and what's worse was I was killed by both the mafia and the vigilante. Second game I actually survived to the end where we had the usual who won because people were falling asleep and not sure who pointed to who or killed who. So we decided to change to playing spoons. If you don't know the game it's basically making four of a kind by quickly passing around cards and then grabbing a spoon from the middle. Everyone grabs one after anyone completes their hand and whoever misses out gets a penalty. Whoever gets three does a dare. That was the fun part. It got pretty competitive and a girl even broke a nail doing it. Went through three pretty cool dares and surprisingly I wasn't the person doing them. Got one of the dares on video so that was pretty funny. Got told off for laughing to loud but that's expected of me. Pretty tired from all that so slept a bit better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Next day was basically like another church day but we were already there. Summary for the camp was a bit sleep provoking because all these Chinese ladies wanted to share and translator didn't get time to translate before all the Chinese people would cheer for some unknown reason to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Overall camp wasn't a complete disaster. Had its moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/624638569384944700-3635569794538528127?l=psychpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3635569794538528127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=624638569384944700&amp;postID=3635569794538528127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/3635569794538528127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/3635569794538528127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/03/side-quest.html' title='Side Quest'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624638569384944700.post-5043896791834220385</id><published>2009-02-17T22:47:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:24:14.636+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shop'/><title type='text'>Snipped</title><content type='html'>Got a haircut yesterday. Sounds pretty boring XD. It's just that it's my first of the year. Don't remember a haircut being so painful. Even thought they washed my hair beforehand, the comb didn't run through my hair properly and pulled out hair :S. Also the way I wanted it be cut didn't come out the way I liked it. Guess it got lost in translation. That's what I get for going to a Honkie place. My hair did end up pretty Honkie too. Box Hill's becoming quite the place for haircuts. Was walking down Whitehorse Road and noticed two more haircut places that just opened up. Just on Box Hill Whitehorse Road stretch there's now five haircut places. There's also Good Morning in the back road. There's two down Main Street which are in cahoots because if they have two many customers they take them to the other one. There's one in Whitehorse Centro. There's two in Box Hill Centro. So yeah that's a lot of places. I guess it's got its good point seeing how the usual place I get my haircut cut its prices. So in the end I win :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/624638569384944700-5043896791834220385?l=psychpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5043896791834220385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=624638569384944700&amp;postID=5043896791834220385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/5043896791834220385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/5043896791834220385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/02/snipped.html' title='Snipped'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624638569384944700.post-6652519702103142973</id><published>2009-02-14T00:17:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T02:02:40.100+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creature'/><title type='text'>Moon Lit Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Haven't written a blog entry in awhile. I've been playing games so figures but I did end up finishing three games in the last week. Just replaying some parts of the games but pretty bored. Thought I'd do some posting because there's a red moon out at this time from the bushfire smoke. Not that it's out of some dread feeling but just thought it was a change to the usual so I  thought I might as well do a little change by writing in my blog XD. The bushfire's getting pretty close so hopefully everyone's safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyhow I'm going to go through a bit of my week so bear with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Last Saturday I had a brood of hatchlings from last last Monday's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing-but-black.html"&gt;'mother' huntsman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;. I probably would of left them alone if they hadn't built a tangle of webs which I walked into after waking up. Yes baby huntsmans make webs to catch prey not like adult huntsmans. Firstly I didn't realize there was a infestation until later in the day when I continued to have solitary spiders crawling around. There was about thirty plus around my window area where the mother had come in and about a dozen where my light fixture was. Tried a few ways to kill them but was unsuccessful. In the end it came to bug spray. Pretty much killed them all. Also gave me a nice high XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sunday was a bit disappointing seeing how it was like the quad birthday time so we should of had some sort of celebration lunch or something ... Maybe there was something after I left but oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Monday I had to meet with Centrelink person about Working for the Dole so that was a hassle and just means I'm so much a bum now that they're soon going to force me to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tuesday had a friend come over and play games so that wasn't boring. Didn't stay long though. So got pretty bored after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Wednesday was more of a weird thing happen other than an actual event. It's always weird when people get off at a intersection with me and I wonder where they are going. It's like are they going home, to work, or just shopping. But most of the time they always going off in different directions. Anyways was going to a meeting at church, got off the tram, and four other people also came off. The surprising thing was all five of us made our way in the same direction and side of the road. None of us were going to the same place because it was a residential area and everyone was walking in a single line. So five separate destinations. I was curious to see who was going to break the line first. Unfortunately up the road was my church. So I was first to break off. Dang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That's probably the last weird thing that happened during my week. Anyways Happy Valentines Day to all of yous. Even if you don't believe in corporate holidays. You know who I'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/624638569384944700-6652519702103142973?l=psychpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6652519702103142973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=624638569384944700&amp;postID=6652519702103142973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/6652519702103142973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/6652519702103142973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/02/moon-lit-night.html' title='Moon Lit Night'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624638569384944700.post-5465977449697831992</id><published>2009-02-05T21:04:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:45:19.593+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Age'/><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Joy I'm another year older. Okay its not that good. Guess I do get money for my birthday but its just telling me I'm losing my youth &gt;&lt;. Well been feeling like this for awhile now and doesn't help that I teach kids a decade younger than me. So to feel better I wore my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-want-to-grow-up.html"&gt;i don't wanna grow up T-shirt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. I'm not that fickle but what, can't I wear what I want? Anyways had lunch to celebrate my birthday so that was okay. Got lots of messages wishing me a happy birthday so thanks to everyone who gave a cheer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Government makes me feel even older. Every time they support a cause for youths which could have been great if only I was just younger it makes me feel older. Received a letter from government on how 'my children' can save money on anything they need for school. Just a few years before I was getting how I could be saving money. Bah I've been feeling old for awhile now so I guess its nothing new. Anyways that's the only rambling I'm going to do today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/624638569384944700-5465977449697831992?l=psychpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5465977449697831992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=624638569384944700&amp;postID=5465977449697831992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/5465977449697831992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/5465977449697831992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/02/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624638569384944700.post-4043908147601977610</id><published>2009-02-04T00:10:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:31:33.280+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><title type='text'>The New meets the Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Okay this post might be a little boring but what the heck its my blog. I didn't know this but apparently people still make games for the NES. If you don't know what that is it is the Nintendo console that is older than me ... coincidentally I'm twenty three on tomorrow so that makes the Australia Nintendo Entertainment System roughly twenty four. The interesting thing is that one of the new games that some geek who can't get over the NES made was ... *drum roll* ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://dpadhero.com/Home.html"&gt;'D+Pad Hero'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Great I go and get Guitar Hero: World Tour and they go and release something I could of just played on my own NES &gt;&lt;. Just joking around. There's some interesting list of songs you can find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://dpadhero.com/Song_List.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;. So anyways here's a screenshot from the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dpadhero.com/Screenshots.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 240px;" src="http://dpadhero.com/Screenshots_files/dpadhero-44.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;If you have an emulator you can download the game and have a go. I'm just going to go back to playing World Tour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/624638569384944700-4043908147601977610?l=psychpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4043908147601977610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=624638569384944700&amp;postID=4043908147601977610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/4043908147601977610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/4043908147601977610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-meets-old.html' title='The New meets the Old'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624638569384944700.post-5437135167262800990</id><published>2009-02-02T21:15:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:05:28.360+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><title type='text'>Nothing but Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sort of forgot I had a blog till today. Actually only remembered because I wasn't playing games XD. Was because had a blackout. The blackout lasted for about forty five minutes. Thing was it cut out all my gaming consoles so I thought for a bit what I did before without games. And that brings me to blogging. However there was no power so I couldn't do that either &gt;&lt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what to do for an undetermined time ...? It was still a bit hot and my fan tower died with the power so I opened my window which came to be not such a good idea. Thought it was a good idea to have a shower seeing how it was end of day anyways to did that. After that I came back to my room and lay on the bed for awhile. That's when I noticed a shadow behind my curtain. Apparently a huntsman had gotten in and it was pretty big. I have a fly screen cover on my window but its old and huntsman can flatten themselves to slip under ... either that or its been living in my room for awhile which is scary to think about. Took about ten minutes to safely capture it and release it back in the wild. Picture's dark because there was no power or light.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OEaNXRT-hGQ/SYbSX09KrTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b7YP0Xf8SdA/s1600-h/Huntsman+-+Resized.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OEaNXRT-hGQ/SYbSX09KrTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b7YP0Xf8SdA/s320/Huntsman+-+Resized.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298153318441987378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Half an hour had passed and by this time there was no light at all. Someone kept bugging me to post photos but my camera was always out of batteries but luckily by this time I had charged my camera. Had a look through some old photos and got power back eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So that someone that was bugging me to take a photo when I went to the beach can have a look at this photo which was taken the day after at the same beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OEaNXRT-hGQ/SYbUOk1tLPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jOiyBJIAAk8/s1600-h/Sunset+-+Resized.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OEaNXRT-hGQ/SYbUOk1tLPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jOiyBJIAAk8/s320/Sunset+-+Resized.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298155358520159474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/624638569384944700-5437135167262800990?l=psychpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5437135167262800990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=624638569384944700&amp;postID=5437135167262800990&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/5437135167262800990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/5437135167262800990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing-but-black.html' title='Nothing but Black'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OEaNXRT-hGQ/SYbSX09KrTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/b7YP0Xf8SdA/s72-c/Huntsman+-+Resized.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624638569384944700.post-6772256320875787174</id><published>2009-01-28T01:14:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:34:37.428+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><title type='text'>Blasting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well it's been awhile since I last blogged so I thought I'd do a quickie ... maybe longer if I am bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just "cleaned" my room a bit because people coming over. When people come over it means I have to actually do the annual work of cleaning my room. I usually just shove stuff to one corner but I to tend to throw that odd empty bottle of juice out (if you don't know what this is referring to be very afraid) and sort through my pile of game boxes. It sometimes ends up quite clean. But just wait a day and its back to its previous mess. That's why I don't bother cleaning it usually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Guitar Hero - World Tour is great and it has a drum which is quite the new concept other than DK Bongos ... anyhow the only problem is where to put that giant box? My cousins moved out so no ones using the guest room so I thought while I was cleaning I'd move it there. The moment I leave the box, my mum happens to need the room and makes a fuss on why I put the box there in her way (mothers ...) ... So I move it an inch outside the room and supposedly its in a better place now. I have a lot of trouble with boxes from new computer case boxes to gaming console boxes. A majority of my room is box space if you look carefully. Anyways lately most of it has thankfully moved to the garage so my rooms abit more free ... to get messy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ok getting long but I guess this is what I get for not posting for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Beached again. I know. No I didn't get sunburnt. The sun was basically gone but just in case I used some sunscreen. Weirdest stuff I've ever used though. This stuff seriously looked and smelled like hairgel. For a minute or so I debated whether someone had replaced the sunscreen with hairgel or not and whether I was going to dare put this stuff on me. My friend laughed at me and told me not to blame him this time for getting sunburnt (yes its the same guy as last time). As soon as I used it I realized it wasn't hairgel because it rubbed away (try rubbing hairgel away ...). So I swam while my friend waded abit then went back on shore to sunbake in the ever dying sun. It was pretty cool watching the sunset and coincidentally a fish jumped in front of the sun just as it set XD (where's my camera when I need it &gt;&lt;). Even though I was swimming by myself overall it was relaxing and great experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bunch of forty degree days coming along so people slip slop slap or suffer the consequences &gt;&lt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/624638569384944700-6772256320875787174?l=psychpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6772256320875787174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=624638569384944700&amp;postID=6772256320875787174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/6772256320875787174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/6772256320875787174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/01/blasting.html' title='Blasting'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624638569384944700.post-1825688650473218093</id><published>2009-01-24T19:13:00.017+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:37:09.794+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian'/><title type='text'>The Controversial Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;I was thinking of just blabbing about mX's excessive articles on blogs and the physical and mental damage of smoking but its the first day of the Australia/Chinese New Year long holiday so I thought I'd write something about this event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Box Hill decided to pull all the stops this year. They blocked off a section of Whitehorse Road for more stands and even set up an amusement park in a carpark at the back of Centro. I didn't get to Box Hill till the evening but the sun was still out because of summer so it was still alright to move around. However it was still crowded and if that didn't make it hard to move from one stand to another there were lots of prams and strollers ramming into the back of my heels. One parent even continuously ram me and seemed to have no idea what he was actually doing with his stroller. There were lots of kids and at these events that meant lots of balloons. Every time you look up you could see a lost balloon floating away and hear the crying of a child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;The stands were the usual. Lots of food stands that are overpriced for Asian food that I've probably had at home but I guess it's the convenience of having them all in one place. I had some food using my money sparingly but ended up buying a double beef and cheese from Maccas instead XD. There were also the usual Asian Christian, Asian DVDs, Lion Dancing, and the Arts and Craft stands. There were a few different ones like ice cream vans, NAB booth, Toy vans, and some Whitehorse council runner with the name Blake I think. Didn't go into the amusement park section because I assumed it would involve me losing a lot of money. I was glad to see that they finally put bins every ten metres apart around Box Hill just for this event. They filled up pretty quickly but if they only have the regular bins then we'd be in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Round the middle of that paragraph I was interrupted to go see Underworld: Rise of the Lycans which turned out to be pretty good. Still lately been interrupted a lot so my blogs get pushed further and further back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;But actually came back to Box Hill at midnight for dinner and found it still lively with a healthy dose of crowd still left. Some stands were closed and others opened to take their place but the night seemed to be wrapping up for most people. There were still some lion dancing and drumming which were loud enough to bug some people in the Box Hill residential area. The next morning it was like nothing happened XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;And for some reason I am burnt again. I did go to the beach but it was partly cloudy and I had a shirt on the whole time. Thankfully this time wasn't as bad as last time. SOMEONE said it would be impossible to burn with the weather we had yesterday ... damn you &gt;&lt;.   Wah didn't even get my point out because writing up this blog over and over. Australian holidays means people having days off and everything is closed. Chinese holidays means shop open to take in more customers who have the time to shop and eat. So how's a day that's both an Australian and Chinese holiday meant to work? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/624638569384944700-1825688650473218093?l=psychpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1825688650473218093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=624638569384944700&amp;postID=1825688650473218093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/1825688650473218093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/1825688650473218093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/01/controversial-holiday.html' title='The Controversial Holiday'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624638569384944700.post-8565721807189435575</id><published>2009-01-22T21:32:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:36:32.739+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Bloggers see new dawn online</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Apparently today's the day to flee Australia. My cousin just left to return home to Taiwan and some friends are going around Southeast Asia. Guess that's the only real happening today so I thought I'd post what I wanted to post yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We all know its pretty horrible to rely on real news from mX so it was clear that its articles on the inauguration of Obama wasn't going to be any good. What was even worse (yes it gets worse) is that their titles aren't even close to accurate. Guess mX really puts it forward to be more entertaining than to accurately depict the news. Basically the title I've used on this post is what was used. But the article was talking about everyone who used the internet to watch the inauguration. I've only just started blogging so it just bugged me that they assume everyone's a blogger because there was a few blog posts on the inauguration. If you think I'm weird for being bugged by something so little its because I am weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And yes there was probably another reason that title was used. Apparently the Whitehouse has a website and there's a blog on it. It actually has been there for awhile but because Obama is starting up his reign so they took off Bush's Whitehouse website and replaced it with Obama's while announcing that the site would have better communication with the public. I don't think any of the presidents would actually write on the blog but the Media guy does and a few other important people. I haven't read anything on the blog yet but here's a link if you're interested XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/blog/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitehouse.gov/blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/624638569384944700-8565721807189435575?l=psychpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8565721807189435575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=624638569384944700&amp;postID=8565721807189435575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/8565721807189435575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/8565721807189435575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/01/bloggers-see-new-dawn-online.html' title='Bloggers see new dawn online'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624638569384944700.post-7922140010033765227</id><published>2009-01-21T22:32:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:21:59.105+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>i don't wanna grow up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm always getting random stuff here and there and also get a boatload of YouTube stuff so I was thinking of posting something about Obama but here's something I thought was probably more interesting than the government of the US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJMepmfOgU0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJMepmfOgU0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And if you don't get the title then you don't know me enough XD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Actually it's just a t-shirt that I own that has the below image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.snorgtees.com/idontwannagrowup-p-403.html?osCsid=e903f18df9e928ea0e2f779daa985952"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 508px; height: 408px;" src="http://www.snorgtees.com/images/IDontWannaGrowUp_Black_Fullpic_1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few t-shirts from the site where I get them from so I'll link it for those who are interested XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.snorgtees.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 57px;" src="http://www.snorgtees.com/images/SnorgTeesLogo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/624638569384944700-7922140010033765227?l=psychpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7922140010033765227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=624638569384944700&amp;postID=7922140010033765227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/7922140010033765227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/7922140010033765227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-want-to-grow-up.html' title='i don&apos;t wanna grow up'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624638569384944700.post-2034900465803845947</id><published>2009-01-20T17:11:00.014+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:34:40.411+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><title type='text'>Bich?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I took a break from blogging. Also was out all day with nothing to write anyways. Something did happen yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It was around six when I had a phone call to go beach. It sounded like a plan because it was a hot day and like I was saying I didn't have much to do. However I was the first one called to go so had to wait to see if anyone else was going. It wasn't until eight when we left and the sun was already going down. Only three of us ended up going in one car. It would have been fine if we went to a close beach but the destination wasn't decided and we eventually ended up at Brighton beach because it was close to where one of us worked. By this time it was eight forty and the sun had just gone over the horizon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;There was still some light so we still went to the beach. It wasn't much of a beach because you could walk like twenty metres out and the water would still be knee deep and also there was no waves. The whole area was filled with people and their dogs which was pretty weird but then again the houses in the area were quite expensive and there was also boats lining the other side where there was a pier so guess they all can afford dogs. So all we ended up doing was walkin up and down the beach on land and water watching the lights and dogs. We spent a hour or so so it wasn't too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;After that we had kebabs and ice cream in St Kilda. Ice cream was from Cold Rock which was so worth waiting in a huge line for on such a warm evening. We took a walk up and down St Kilda road and just chatted, even chatted with some random motorcyclist who was walking back to his bike. Had quite a few random conversation topics. We dropped by Sidney Myer Music Bowl for no real reason and just watched the seagulls in the light of the Australia Open at Vodaphone Arena. So a day of weird places but overall fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;On another note I'm feeling alot better XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/624638569384944700-2034900465803845947?l=psychpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2034900465803845947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=624638569384944700&amp;postID=2034900465803845947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/2034900465803845947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/2034900465803845947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/01/bich.html' title='Bich?'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624638569384944700.post-5367369446365949529</id><published>2009-01-17T17:19:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:29:14.422+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Hey Sport</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Saturday television is basically sports sports and more sports. There's usually quite a bit of selection to watch ranging from usual team sports like netball to spectator sports errr like lawn bowl ... Today was no difference. There was a bit of beach cricket which is eight overs of exciting random bowling and batting. The finishing up of the tennis before the Australia Open starts. Woman's basketball was a bit awkward especially when they try to force fouls. The Woman's League wasn't much better but there was one entertaining event that I was present to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;So after many years now Australia has dozens of soccer teams here and there. They even managed to get enough girls together to start the W-League. Today's game is Queensland Roar versus Canberra United. It's about three quarters through the game and Queensland's up two goals so Canberra's quite desperate to get on the board. There's a free kick for Canberra just a bit outside the outer goal square (whatever its called) so all the girls line up at the square. As the free kick is taken the line of girls seperate and heads jump to knock the ball in each teams intended direction. A head or two hit the ball and it bounces to the side and several people scramble to get it. One striker on the Canberra side is left on the ground but the game goes on. Canberra players manage to get the ball back in front of where the line of girls were and there's this whole wave of both team players swarming forwards towards the ball. The striker that was knocked down having been on the floor long enough gets up just to manage to get her face in the way of a Canberra kick for goal. Ouch. Basically shes down again but game is still on. Even though it had seemed that her getting in the way had totally diminished their chance of scoring in that attack, the rest of the team manage to score. Unfortunately there's a call offside and a replay pops up. Apparently as the striker had gotten up, everyone else had moved forward just a step leaving her offside and a millisecond later with a ball in her face. Queensland ends up winning anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Even though I'm always hearing how its too dangerous for girls to play with guys, just watching something like that leaves me thinking that girls probably try harder than guys and probably endure more hurt from each others than they probably would get from guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;I've also had my share of ball injuries while playing soccer. However there's one place that hurts more than the face that only a guy can go through &gt;&lt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;I just realized that post how I said that I shedded like a cat shedding hair probably could of be described better as a snake shedding skin XD. Meh looks like I finally have to clean my room to clean all this skin up :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/624638569384944700-5367369446365949529?l=psychpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5367369446365949529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=624638569384944700&amp;postID=5367369446365949529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/5367369446365949529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/5367369446365949529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-sport.html' title='Hey Sport'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624638569384944700.post-7130494170861607797</id><published>2009-01-16T12:50:00.013+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:38:42.005+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Webcomic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><title type='text'>It's Funny and True</title><content type='html'>I like webcomics and some are quite funny so I've decided to post some of them. Some might be old and most of them will be about games (figures) so might be hard to understood. The thing is you probably should play the game first to understand the joke but guess this ones still funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comic is from Fable II on Xbox360 (probably released on PC at a later date)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=274"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 1800px;" src="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/images/081103.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not a used one but you can find condoms buried around in Fable II ... anyways there's a link to the site below XD. I'll probably post these once in awhile so it eats up blog space XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="hhttp://www.vgcats.com/comics/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 60px;" src="http://www.vgcats.com/links/wide2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/624638569384944700-7130494170861607797?l=psychpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7130494170861607797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=624638569384944700&amp;postID=7130494170861607797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/7130494170861607797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/7130494170861607797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-funny-and-true.html' title='It&apos;s Funny and True'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624638569384944700.post-4932861359886527814</id><published>2009-01-15T20:21:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:35:20.152+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creature'/><title type='text'>Meow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Fine I'm posting something even though I played some games. I got a night full of Dota and Gear of War 2 for a lengthy period this afternoon. So I guess it's because I do have something to blog about even if you think it's crap thing to post about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Currently I'm going through the last phase of my shedding (hopefully my last) and it's a bitch. Like I know I shouldn't scratch it but it so wants to be scratched. It's like calling out to me and come on I'm not crazy, it's probably just like chickenpox. So I scratched. And then I peel it. And then several seconds later it stings. Oh well. But after all that there's still more to scratch and peel. So a few minutes later my rooms filled with skin flakes (which is a bit gross). Such a mess to clean up and because I'm still peeling a bit I thought I'd give my blog a run through while I take a break. However all this sort of reminds me of how cats shed hair everywhere they go ... actually dogs do that too ... oh well I thought of cat first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So meow XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/624638569384944700-4932861359886527814?l=psychpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4932861359886527814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=624638569384944700&amp;postID=4932861359886527814&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/4932861359886527814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/4932861359886527814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/01/meow.html' title='Meow?'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624638569384944700.post-7140959385231883276</id><published>2009-01-14T15:36:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:39:04.739+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Are blogs really that important?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I was just going to post once a day but this came up while I was web surfing and I just thought it was hilariously stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://asiajin.com/blog/2009/01/13/tv-asahi-quiz-show-cooks-up-fake-blogs-for-clues/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 51px;" src="http://asiajin.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/tv-asahi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Apparently blogs are a big enough thing to be used on Japanese Television shows and what more they seem to use the information on them as being quite creditable. The quiz show was to see if superstition and conventional beliefs worked in real life or not. Six blogs are shown as clues to possible questions that might be asked. Anyways so this TV broadcaster phonies up some blogs which he passes off as real news sources but is busted. He confessed to all and basically shamed by all. Apparently he has pulled off a different stunt two decades ago. I guess he just wanted to spice the program up a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There you go something not as sadistic or errr yeah ... XD. Still hard to believe that they use blog information on a quiz show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://asiajin.com/blog/"&gt;Asiajin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/624638569384944700-7140959385231883276?l=psychpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7140959385231883276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=624638569384944700&amp;postID=7140959385231883276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/7140959385231883276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/7140959385231883276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-blogs-really-that-important.html' title='Are blogs really that important?'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624638569384944700.post-837907747372711396</id><published>2009-01-14T10:22:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:40:17.599+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blood'/><title type='text'>Blood Rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's like I don't have enough problems already. Last night I was minding my business chatting on msn when *bang* my nose started bleeding. Well it didn't sound like a bang but it felt like something popped so errr yeah. Anyways for someone who's usually immune to sickness I've been unusually sick for the last week &gt;&lt;. The worse thing is its the worse kind of sicknesses together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Currently the kinds of ailments are as follows, sunburn, boardrash, course throat, cold, and now blood nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah I thought the blood nose thing was just one off but no it happened again this morning. Been told that blood noses happen if the body is too hot but come on, the air con was on full blast and this morning just didn't get that hot. But then again it did get up to high thirties yesterday and suppose to be thirty nine today (I so want to go to the beach even though that's how I got most of my ailments ...). So anyways that's added to my problems. Maybe I should go to the hospital or something. Was really hoping that at least one of my ailments was going to disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So yet another day without games and another blog post that seem to get shorter and shorter XD. I'll try to brighten up my post when I'm feeling better :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/624638569384944700-837907747372711396?l=psychpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/837907747372711396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=624638569384944700&amp;postID=837907747372711396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/837907747372711396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/837907747372711396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/01/blood-rule.html' title='Blood Rule'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624638569384944700.post-3052381634430854182</id><published>2009-01-12T17:50:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:36:29.950+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Email'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><title type='text'>Haunting Past</title><content type='html'>So it's been five days and I haven't touched a game. I had planned on going to the arcade to play games but then I found out I had finally started shedding skin. Not the best time to go out when I'm shedding. So another day without games. What to write about ... well I'm sick so I need to rest a bit so here's something quick that I wrote in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is tough. I don't know what I am to do about myself. My life is on the brink of madness but it is also on the edge of opportunities. But life is a risk and I don't know if I could take any more risks. My life is fragile, weak, I don't know what I have become. Everyday is the same, the long tiresome journey to find that you must travel that same old journey day after day. Is there no ending to such pain. The world I knew is crumbling, like it never existed. Life has no meaning, so what is there to live for? There is no ending to this misery. Cruel, cruel world, when will you end? My life is falling apart. People around me are slowing fading into memories, then they are soon forgotten. I will be soon forgotten by the living world and consumed by the darkness. The endless darkness. Which is better? A living painful world, or a dead unending darkness? There is really no difference between the two. Both are endless sorrowful worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a draft email but was never completed and deserted in 2003. A few theory about why it was written range from sick joke to suicidal crisis. Whatever it was it's something to read XD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/624638569384944700-3052381634430854182?l=psychpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3052381634430854182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=624638569384944700&amp;postID=3052381634430854182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/3052381634430854182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/3052381634430854182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/01/haunting-past.html' title='Haunting Past'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624638569384944700.post-7161583668464974077</id><published>2009-01-12T12:07:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:50:14.354+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><title type='text'>Pain Driven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes I know these posts all seem a bit sickly titled but I guess it makes it more interesting XD. Decided while I'm still sick I'd post as much as possible. Also arms are still too sore to play games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most people who know me know that I have quite a high pain threshold. Well it didn't happen overnight. Basically it manifested over years of basketballs to the head/face (damn I'm short so how come I get hit in the head?), friendly corkage to all limbs, and soccer balls to the stomach and lower areas ... &gt;&lt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhow this is the first time I've experienced sunburns. Actually quite surprised that I burned because I hardly ever remember to put on sunscreen and I've been to Thailand and their sun gets really hot (yes I know its the same sun as we get here XD just feels hotter). Didn't even realize that I had been burnt until later that night. So yes currently I am sunburnt approximately 45% of my body. From top to bottom my whole face is red (not a sight to see), top of wrists all the way back to shoulders, the entire shoulders including the top of the chest, from shoulders all the way down to the top of my back waist, and finally the back of my calves. Luckily for me not all of it is painful. Unfortunately for me the parts that hurt are the wrists all the way over my shoulders and to my back waist (guess I didn't train that area in pain &gt;&lt;). The feeling is quite similar to pins and needles but about ten times worse and the area is much larger. But not like pins and needles is that the pain is only really there if it comes in contact with a physical object.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boardrash pretty much feels the same. Its not red like sunburn but more like lots of pinpoint bruises. Not the best thing to get both boardrash and sunburn at the same time. Pretty much impossible to sleep properly. Good thing not burnt on the rear end or I'd probably have to stand to do anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But that's not all I have. I also have a sore throat brought on by a virus. Being a cold like sympton I wanted to keep warm but having sunburn and boardrash I wanted to cool the sores. So it was quite a dilemma. Thankfully I managed quite a few hours of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It wasn't my worst nights sleep. Sleeping with handcuffs has to be somewhere on top. Sleeping on the hard church floor without a blanket and just in a t-shirt pretty much up there too. Friends incomplete house on just a mattress in a shirt was pretty uncomfortable. There's probably a few more that I can't remember at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Getting some medical help with the sores. Got some syrup for the sore throat (no its not honey). Got some soothing spray thingy that sort of hurts when you spray it on ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm usually pretty resilient to disease but with the late wave of sickness I'm feeling abit old. The dreaded twenty three is dawning. Damn it where's my youth gone &gt;&lt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/624638569384944700-7161583668464974077?l=psychpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7161583668464974077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=624638569384944700&amp;postID=7161583668464974077&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/7161583668464974077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/7161583668464974077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/01/pain-driven.html' title='Pain Driven'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624638569384944700.post-1382652433172624799</id><published>2009-01-11T16:34:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:52:04.717+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><title type='text'>Killing myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;Hi anyone who's come across this blog or whoever I've forced to read my annoying comments on my own life ... or other peoples lives XD. For someone who talks so much about shit all I never could figure out why I didn't have a blog of my own. But then it hit me. All my free time was used playing games &gt;&lt;. Guess that sort of thing is quite time consuming. Blogs also seems like quite a time consuming activity too. So question is why is Peter writing a blog posting instead of playing all his games??? Did Peter's house catch on fire destroying all his valuable games??? Did Peter lose the use of his hands so can't hold a controller to save his life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;(so how is he typing this post?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;??? Or does this have to do with the title of this post which would probably mean this is some sort of suicide note??? Well wait a sec and I'll tell you about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;Yes I know the title is abit morbid but hear me out. It all started Thursday night when I had a homemade pizza which my mom had made with her new pizza making gizmo. Straight after that I felt my throat clamming up so I'm guessing like most people would do I went and drank a few glasses of water. Figures with my luck it didn't help. So for the first time in like months I decide to got to sleep before the stroke of midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;The next morning was pretty much a mini hell. Throat was dry, nose was blocked (try breathing with those two problems), head was spinning, and it felt like I hadn't had a wink of sleep. So basically it felt like I couldn't breathe or think which are probably only things that make me certain I'm alive. Seeing how I couldn't really get up with my head spinning I tried to doze off for a bit longer. Midday and my head felt better so I was like great ... but now my brain can process the fact that I can't breathe properly. Thinking that if I tried to sleep I would probably wind up dead from lack of oxygen I opted to watch the woman's semi-finals. This is probably the only time I've ever watched a full game of tennis. After the game was over I tried to sleep some more until I had to make my way to youth group. By the time Youth group started I pretty much breathed normally except for a slight rasp in my voice. Like any good friend I accused a few people here and there as to who had given me this sickness but other than that Youth group went well and after some not so lengthy preparations, a trip to Torquay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt; for surfing and fun was organized. Despite just getting better from that morning I couldn't pass off a chance to surf. In a sense I was trying to relive my youth XD which makes me sound old ... Being a lowly L-plater the easiest way to meet up was to crash at a friend's place so after we had a late dinner in my friendly neighborhood I dropped home and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;filled a bag with random things that I might need. Everything seemed well enough when I got to my friend's place and he even had a proper bed for me because I somewhat expected to sleep on a couch or floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;The next morning arrived and it was the same as the previous morning. But this time I forced myself up and to my surprise most of the symptoms disappeared. Only the lack of sleep and the more raspier voice kept me remembering that I was sick. Even though we had organized to meet up at eight it wasn't until ten that everyone was present. The trip to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;Torquay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt; was about two hours so I managed about and hour sleep. When we got there four of us grabbed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;longboards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt; and most of the rest grabbed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;bodyboards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;. Everyone who got a board got a wetsuit except me. This turned out not to be the best idea. The decision was because I used to surf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;shortboards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt; and with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;shortboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt; one cannot get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;boardrash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;Longboards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt; are much easier to get on and is a lot softer. They also have a textured surface which means there is no need for wax. But this also means that the coarse surface causes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;boardrash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;. Its large size also means it takes some effort dragging them to the beach. Dragging the boards to the beach took awhile but worth it as we grabbed a decent spot in the crowds of people. I naturally took to the sea because there was someone already teaching the newbie surfers. Having a look at any opening in the sea of people it didn't look all that flash. Came back in to check on the other and then it was back out together to scope for a opening. We found a decent spot and it wasn't long before I got on my board. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;Weee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt; I'm young again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;. Problem was that was probably the best ride of the whole day. I managed a few more times on the board but as the day went on the openings disappeared and a few collision happened here and there. Also the more times I got onto my board the more I could feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;boardrash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt; coming on. Thinking I could just put it off for a t-shirt later I surfed on. It was so peaceful between each wave as I lay on the board sunbathing (which also turned out not to be as good as it seemed). Once the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;boardrash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt; set in I decided to head in for a t-shirt. It wasn't until I put it on that the pain was too much to bare surfing anymore. Thankfully I was satisfied with the surfing and it wasn't going to get any better with the number of people out there. When everyone was satisfied we travelled round Torquay to buy food for our barbeque. By this time I had somewhat lost my voice but just like me I refused to shutup. We had a great barbeque but the wind was so strong that it took out half of our cutlery and abit of the salad. After we finished of the rest of the night playing beach cricket until we couldn't even see the ball anymore. It was so fun. The night didn't finish there though. We went to the Melbourne Central to see Twilight. When we reached the city I realized I was literally burnt from head to heel on the back from lying on the surfboard. At the same time the boardrash seemed to have gotten worse &gt;&lt;.  So we watched the movie in the halfpipe which wasn't very comfortable especially with the sunburn. Twilight wasn't as bad as some people made it out to be but it wasn't the best movie :P. So ending on that note when I got home I decided I was way to out of it to go to the church next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;Somehow even with a burnt back and boardrashed stomach I managed afew hours sleep but was awoken by a phone call from people who wanted me to open up the church &gt;&lt; (why am I expected to be first at church). I slept abit more before I got some water to drink. My mom freaked out when she saw my sunburns and boardrash. She made such a ruckus about how I should look after myself *sigh* parents. Anyways got a few more hours of sleep by rolling back and forth keeping the pain spread thinly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;And now here I am. My arms are sore from both sunburn and overuse in surfing so I put off gaming and seeing how I haven't touched a game since Thursday I needed something to do. So came the birth of this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;Oh yeah so the titles basically about the self torture of myself XD. I'm still pretty badly off. Spread some vitamin E stuff so its just mildly hurts and I've finally decided not to talk so often if I don't need to. Hopefully a day or two and I'll be better. Anyways this post is long enough. Don't think I'll ever write something as long again. Hopefully it was a good read. If not then meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana ms;"&gt;Post Happily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/624638569384944700-1382652433172624799?l=psychpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1382652433172624799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=624638569384944700&amp;postID=1382652433172624799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/1382652433172624799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/624638569384944700/posts/default/1382652433172624799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychpeter.blogspot.com/2009/01/killing-myself.html' title='Killing myself'/><author><name>PsychPeter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011915535559471583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/PsychPeter/avatar1318_1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
