<?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-3678385562468193302</id><updated>2012-02-02T03:22:21.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of Pingu</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my life, dipshits!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-5267372454628517606</id><published>2009-10-26T13:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:34:59.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to the bank</title><content type='html'>The trip to the bank today made my fucking week. I was off school early and thought I'd use this to my advantage since I had stuff to do at the bank. I got home, changed clothes and went out again. When I got to the bank, I see that there are one person at the desk, and one in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that happened the moment I set my foot inside the door was that this old weird lady mentioned something I quite didn't get, something about me being some evil money collector, I turn around and go "What?". She just looks at me weird. I sit down and wait for my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice that this weird lady has some kind of problem, 'cause she's opening and closing her mouth all the time, and I mean all the fucking time. Suddenly she looks at me and starts mentioning names, I don't remember them, but she names at least 15 people in rapid succession. I just sit there and try to ask her why she's mentioning these names. She just goes on and on. Suddenly, she stops for a second. I thought this was my time to answer, but i didn't know what the hell to say, she just mentioned loads of names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was about to ask what the fuck that was all about, she started talking again. This time she mentioned this money collector shit again, and goes on about him killing people, drugging people, beating people, poking out eyes of people, selling people. Then she asks me; "Do you think that's OK?". I'm so baffled that the only thing I can come up with is: "I guess not". She looks at me, goes on with the same sentence as before, with the poking of eyes, selling people and killing people, and then she asks if it would have been okay if it was my life, my family, my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment I'm thinking "What the fuck is wrong with this bitch?". She goes on and on about this guy killing people. Then she says "I don't even know the guy", and mentions another name, a female name this time. Suddenly this dude who was in front of me in line, some foreign guy pokes me on the should. I thought he knew this old lady and was gonna warn me about talking to her, but he just looks at me for a few seconds and walk off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old crazy lady was next in line - she just walks up to the desk, and I don't really get what she's saying, but right before she's done she starts talking about dude that kills people and that she doesn't want to pay him, but she has no choice, 'cause he'll sell her and kill her and poke her eyes out and shit. I am so about to burst into high laugh when she walks out still rambling names and how they'll kill her and poke her eyes out and shit. I don't even think she did anything at the desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up next, and I can see the lady at the desk looking at me with this "Damn, I see you want to laugh, but that would be mean", look. I keep it together, get my shit done and walk out. NOW I burst into laughter. This was fucking brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pingu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-5267372454628517606?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/5267372454628517606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=5267372454628517606&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/5267372454628517606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/5267372454628517606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/10/trip-to-bank.html' title='A trip to the bank'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09063120283151185433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-8069949386659019962</id><published>2009-09-11T08:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:37:23.182+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>So, yeah. I don't know how to say this - but I'm sorry. Since Sweden I've been a lazy ass good for nothing slowpoke. After the fourth night in Sweden I was so much on the move that I didn't really have time to sit down and write anything about what happened. But a lot did happen. But I think that only those who were there will remember. I am really sorry for not having updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later time, I haven't really been to any good parties or had the chance to talk to women I don't already know. Hopefully that changes when I get some income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly I just wanted you all to know that I am sorry for not updating, and inform you that I am still here, and I will still update - I just need some new material!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pingu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-8069949386659019962?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/8069949386659019962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=8069949386659019962&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/8069949386659019962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/8069949386659019962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-6218373270792610301</id><published>2009-07-15T16:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:33:46.224+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth night in Sweden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Early on the day, me, TheBard and Rose went downtown. We walked around for a bit, TheBard was daygaming the shit out of the town while me and Rose just relaxed. I ate the best toast I've ever eaten and Rose ate the LARGEST FUCKING WAFFLE I've ever seen!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went back to Nayya's place. Me and TheBard left to buy some clothes and food. I bought the most comfy pants I've ever worn and two nice t-shirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We later decided to check out this new film, Brüno, at the cinema. It was awesome actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie we were supposed to check out the night life, we had decided to check out the place closest to the cinema (Maxim), but it was a "night club" so we went to a pub first. We went to this other place a little further up the street (NH). I had bought a cigar and couldn't wait to fire it up. All four of us got a beer each and found a table, but before we could even sit down, TheBard had spottet females on the other end of the sitting area. He was gone in a second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat with Rose and Nayya and smoked my cigar, thinking I was the king of the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We could see that TheBard was hitting it off with the girls, 'cause they were taking pictures of him, and eventually he pointed at us, and they started taking long distance pictures of us too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TheBard came to our table and said that the girls wanted to meet all of us. I decided I needed another beer. We each got another beer and headed for the girls. The closer we came to the table, the older they became. Now, they weren't OLD, but from where we first sat, they looked something between 18 and 20. We soon realized that they were actually 28-29. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After talking to them for a while, we got into talking about what we do for a living. And guess what - we were getting drunk with two cops and a teacher [HotCop, CopGirl, MsTeach]! They took loads of pictures, and I'll probably recieve them later today or this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TheBard really hit it off with HotCop, who was, obviously, the hottest one of the girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we left the girls to check out the night club, Maxim. We got there and I found out I had to put money on the parkometer. Nayya and Rose headed in to the club and me and TheBard went to put more money on the meter. When we came out from the parking garage we met Rose and Nayya and wondered why the hell they weren't at Maxim. They told us there were three guys in there, and no girls. They went to check out when we could take a bus home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and TheBard checked out Maxim anyway - it was quite quiet. Also they didn't take norwegian credit cards. Well, I had enough for one beer, so I decided to stay. TheBard ran to the closest atm to get some money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting for him to come back I took the time to get to know the two guys sitting there. One of them had tattos on his arm and blonde hair [Tattoo], and the other was a little black haired guy [LittleGuy].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: So, why is it so quiet in here, it's a free entrance and shit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tattoo: Yeah, it's Tuesday. You're not from around here are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: No, we're from Norway, we decided to take a vacation here 'cause some gal said we could stay at her place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LittleGuy: Well, you came at the wrong time, and especially at the wrong day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tattoo: Yeah, even mondays are better than this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TheBard came back and bought his beer. We sat down and talked to the guys for a while, and they were cool. One of them was a motorbike racer and had just been in an accident, his neck was hurting and stuff, the other dude was one day away from his birthday. We learnt from them that there IS a strip joint in Linköping. And it's supposed to be good too. It's only open from Thursday through Saturday though, so checking it out will be happening later this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I almost forgot, Rose rang me up just as me and TheBard entered Maxim and told us that the last bus was leaving in three minutes! Since we are norwegian hardcore drinkers, we decided to stay and take a cab home later (me and TheBard that is). TheBard still had to close the deal with HotCop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also learnt from Tattoo and LittleGuy that the street with all the bars and pubs was the third most dangerous one in Sweden. Well, that didn't scare us. We headed back to NH to meet the girls. We arrived ONE FUCKING MINUTE TOO LATE TO BUY A FUCKING BEER! So I peed instead. TheBard went over to the girls who had found two other guys while we were gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came back from the toilet and headed for the ladies. HotCop and TheBard were talking and the two other girls talked to the two other guys. I stole one of the girls from one of the randoms, so that I had something to do while TheBard closed the deal. Suddenly the lights went off and we were thrown out. Me and TheBard left the girls and headed back to check out this other open place, Plaza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed in to find out they had a cool bar, black jack and billiard. BUT, this place was a real gangster place, just by taking a look around we understood why this was the third most dangerous street in Sweden. TheBard went to the bathroom, so I just bought a beer (they had bottled Guinness *heart*). I went in to the billiard room to find some gangsters playing. I figured a round of pool would be fun, so I went over and asked them how much it was, they didn't know. Stupid gansters. I went to the bar and asked, got the price and played one round with TheBard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left Plaza to check out Maxim again, and this time there were more than two guys there. TheBard went to the fucking bathroom AGAIN. Now that I think about it, he went to the bathroom alot. Anyway, I went over to Tattoo, who was still there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tattoo: You're back, where's your friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Bathroom, yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tattoo: Bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ordered a beer, and TheBard and LittleGuy came back. TheBard didn't want more, so he got a glass of water. We saw two ugly girls and one fat one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TheBard: Let's go over to those three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: No fucking way, I'm checking out the rest of the club first, those are ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TheBard: Ok, but they're not THAT ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went around in the club to find nothing (except three suspicios looking people alone in one of the darker rooms. I went back and past the three ugly girls and got a better look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: They are THAT ugly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TheBard: Well, they are the only ones here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Fuck this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went over and talked to them, they hade studied in Norway and worked at the bar/pub/casino next door. They were boring. SUDDENLY this guy comes over, all fired up and looked like he wanted to beat the living shit out of us. At this point, both me and TheBard are drunk as shite. We just sit there and tell him calmly that we are from Norway and that he should fuck off. He left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided that since there were no girls and since we were REALLY going out the next day, we should take a cab home. We decided to take a look at the middle of down town instead. Or, TheBard was too drunk to go home yet, so he kind of dragged me with him. We both had to pee, so we took turns peeing on some expensive jewelery store or some shit, then we called a cab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cab fare was ok, the cab driver was nice, and not some retard that we had when me and Rose were at the ER. We came home, woke up Rose, who came down in his boxers only and opened the door. Nayya was sleeping. We went in to the kitchen and made us some good night food and then I went to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the worst night one could ever go out in this town, NOTHING happened, still we had an awesome time and got to know a few new people and learnt new stuff about the town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Pingu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-6218373270792610301?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/6218373270792610301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=6218373270792610301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/6218373270792610301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/6218373270792610301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/07/fourth-night-in-sweden.html' title='Fourth night in Sweden'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-9164558250755442941</id><published>2009-07-15T02:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T02:12:46.524+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Third night in Sweden</title><content type='html'>I'm drunk while writing this, so fuck you!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TheBard got four phone numbers to four girls betwen 2/10 and 5/10 (and now I'm being nice), so maybe we can get something going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third night in Sweden I had some trouble with my stomach, so I decided to take it easy, since nothing is going on anyway. TheBard got drunk on rum, and the rest of us just watched some movies (Postal, Pride and Glory and Max Payne). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a chill night and nothing happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Pingu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(seriously, beer is a lot different in Sweden than it is in Norway)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-9164558250755442941?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/9164558250755442941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=9164558250755442941&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/9164558250755442941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/9164558250755442941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/07/third-night-in-sweden.html' title='Third night in Sweden'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-4250253094041151406</id><published>2009-07-13T19:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:30:32.417+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Second night in Sweden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We started the day by going to some huge mall and got us something to eat. TheBard tried out some daygaming, but it didn't really work out - it was Sunday, so no girls were really out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We left in the car, checked out the Fun Skate Park, and "Hangaren" which is an indoor skate park. They were both awesome, so me and TheBard decided to skate around a little bit. Had quite a good time. We got home and Nayya's boyfriend was about to leave, so TheBard drove him to the bus stop. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After he left we just sat down and watched a movie, in Sweden absolutley NOTHING happens on Sundays. Anyway, we saw Superhero Movie (which was kinda awesome).  We also found out that there are two festivals going on close by. &lt;a href="http://www.sonispherefestivals.com/"&gt;Sonisphere&lt;/a&gt; and Sexsibility (Swedens first Sex festival). It's for everyone, but it's expensive. If we go it'll be just to check it out. They do have some workshops, so I'm considering learning something until Revolution gets home, not sure if it's worth it since we have great sex already though. Sonisphere starts on Wednesday and since we were going to Hultsfred anyway we'll go on Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, nothing exciting actually, but I said to myself I'd write about every night. Who knows, maybe tonight is the night. We also found a casino, but it's not open on Mondays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Pingu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(We have lots of pictures and they will be posted, we just have to get them on the laptop, we also have some film that will be edited and posted on YouTube).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-4250253094041151406?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/4250253094041151406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=4250253094041151406&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/4250253094041151406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/4250253094041151406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/07/second-night-in-sweden.html' title='Second night in Sweden'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-5000038614165325411</id><published>2009-07-12T13:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:04:05.416+02:00</updated><title type='text'>First night in Sweden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;People on the trip - Me (Pingu), Rose and TheBard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People we are staying with - Nayya and her boyfriend (he's awesome but just here on weekends).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We arrived in Sweden around 6-7 am. We drove a few hours and stopped in a Karlstad to buy some liquor and beer. We bought loads of stuff and kept driving. Our GPS was retarded but we eventually found the place we are staying at. We arrived at 2pm and went out to buy some food and something to sleep on etc. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got back at 5pm and started drinking beer (this beer is stronger than the norwegian shit we usually drink, and I'd been awake for at least 24 hours, driving most of them). I drank around 4-5 beers and was shitfaced. Everyone else in the car tried to get an hour sleep before heading out, but that didn't go very well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sitting alone in front of the computer, trying to figure out if I knew any songs I wanted to listen to, suddenly the chest pains started, slowly spreading to my heart. Since I'm the nervous kind of guy and my family have stories of heart diseases, I told the people at the party and we called a nurse. I'm only 20 years old, so the chanses that something is wrong with my heart are small, but you never know. She told us to call an ambulance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ambulance arrived, they took my blood pressure, and it was a tad high (probably because I was nervous as hell). They told me to walk with them down to the ambulance. One of my friends [TheBard] was taking a bath, we yelled at him that me and Rose were going to the hospital, and he just went "ok". I think he was a tad tired and almost slept. Anyway, I get on the bed in the ambulance and they connect the ECG. Everything looks fine, but then he picks up the phone and tells the guy on the other end: "Something's wrong, the system won't start/restart properly". I don't really remember how the rest of the conversation went, but he started pushing on different places on my chest and it kinda hurt a little in the middle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived at the hospital and I was pushed in to room 3. They came, connected another ECG and I was told to just lay there. Rose was with me and kinda took pictures and stuff, I think he was bored. There were no hot nurses, so no fun to be had. Rose kept asking people what the numbers on the machines meant, but I don't think he understood the answers because they were in swedish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After they were done with my second ECG I had to wait for the heart specialist. They couldn't get my ECG's from Norway, so they had nothing to compare it with, but it looked good. They still wanted to do some tests to check if there were anything else, and if they maybe had to make me spend the night in observation. Some fat nurse came in and stole some blood after using like 10 minutes to find a blood vein. She then stole three glasses of blood and said we had to wait an hours or so for the results. Since everything lookd fine on the machines I was moved out between some guy with a bad knee and some old guy/gal snoring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked if I could go to the toilet and they said I probably could. I peed and went back to bed. I don't know if it was the position I was lying in, or something else, but my the area between my stomach and chest were hurting so I asked if they might know what it was, 'cause I had it a little when I was driving too. They gave me a little cup of something that looked like cum and tasted like chalk. I think it helped. Anyway, we were just lying there and looking at people running back and forht, listening to the sounds. It's my first time being drunk at the ER so it was kinda awesome, but a little boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was doing everything I could to not fall asleep, since I had driven for many many hours and hadn't slept and drank beer earlier it was hard not to fall asleep. Eventually I got the results and they were all fine, the doctor said I shouldn't be driving as far as I did and have so few breaks. There is also probably something wrong with my lower back, so I have to go to a chiropractor. But my last doctor said it was wise to wait until I got back from Sweden, since it was going to hurt like hell for a couple of days after. Can't wait for that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I got the green light to go home, so we called a cab and sat down in the waiting room. There was a movie running, it was "Mars Attacks!", I haven't seen that film in ages, so I loved it, unfortunatley the cab driver came before the first face got melted. The cab driver didn't seem very smart, since he was asking how much I had to pay to get into Sweden and stuff. I was so dead tired at this point that I just answered as short as I could and tried to stay awake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got back to the apartment and rang the people to make them come open up, no one answered. We tried again, it was cold and raining and we really wanted to sleep. Finally an answer. Rose doesn't really understand swedish, but when the person who answer is halfway sleeping and halfway high and drunk, not even I can understand them. She got the message though, and sent her boyfriend to open up. I went to the bathroom and ate a yogurt (it was the only place with ligths).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used my jacket as a pillow and fell asleep kinda fast. Nothing went as planned the first night, wonder what's gonna happen tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the stuff going on here is going to be filmed and an edited film will be uploaded on youtube and shown here and at &lt;a href="http://forums.leiavmolde.net"&gt;forums.leiavmolde.net&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Pingu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Pictures will be added when Rose finds out how his cell vs. Windows 7 works)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-5000038614165325411?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/5000038614165325411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=5000038614165325411&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/5000038614165325411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/5000038614165325411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-night-in-sweden.html' title='First night in Sweden'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-3816977749322516884</id><published>2009-06-15T13:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:06:24.101+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Slorock</title><content type='html'>Since I've been drinking A LOT lately, and since a friend of mine got beat down (let's call him [Persuader])  the weekend before this one, we decided not to throw a party in the huge apartment we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are five people living in the apartment, with three bedrooms. The apartment is around 120 square meters without the hallway, so it's huge. We also have a balcony. The apartment is in the middle of down town, so we don't have any trouble getting people here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us deciding to not throw a party also resulted in me deciding to not drink. If you know me AT ALL, you know this is a bullshit commentary. I don't know why, but I somehow end up drinking no matter what the fuck I tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home from work on Friday a friend [Rose] called me, he asked if I'm interested to join him to eat out. Since my economy is low I jokingly say “Yeah, if you pay”. He says yes, and proceeded to invite the rest of the apartment. He reserved a table for eight at this Italian place. I invited a couple I know [Magnum and Ms. Yellow]. They live an hour drive away, but make it just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking at the menu I come to the page where they have drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Rose, can I have a beer too, pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Are you kidding?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I never kid when it comes to alcohol!&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Fuck it, fine you can have a beer, but only one!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a beer and a plate with lots of kebab on. We all eat and make fun of each other since almost everyone is having trouble emptying the plate. Ms. Yellow and my girlfriend [Revolution] can't get half their plates emptied and decide they'll bring the rest with them back home. At home we watch a boring film and play some games before we go to bed. Magnum and Ms. Yellow sleep over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning Persuader is walking around the place crying about not having any clean underwear, Magnum is snoring in the living room, I also found out that Rose slept over, 'cause the guy he was at went on a drunken rampage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock is closing in on 3pm and we're all awake and planning to go skating. Ms. Yellow proceeds to invite us all to her place, she has the whole house to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: But, I was supposed to not drink this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Yellow: Come on, it'll be fun. Just something small.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fine, I'll come, but Magnum has to pay for all I'm drinking and drive me back home tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Magnum: What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, it's either that or I'm not going.&lt;br /&gt;Magnum: I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decide to not go skating since I am wearing my only clean underwear, and head straight for Ms. Yellows house. We stop by a new grocery store close to my apartment and get some beer. I figure out that I want two six-packs, and the fucker actually pays for it. This is looking good. We get in the car and Magnum starts driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute in to the trip I get bored and figure I want a beer. I reach back in to the back seat and get myself one, turn some music on and start waving to random people. They wave back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive at Ms. Yellows house, I've now emptied two cans of beer. I really need a cigarette. A friend [Blackie] of Ms. Yellow smoke, but she hasn't come yet so I call her with Ms. Yellows phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackie: Hi sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm flattered, when are you coming, I need a cigarette!&lt;br /&gt;Blackie: Oh, hi Pingu. I'll be there in an hour, but I only have two left, but a friend of mine is coming with more around 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But the clock is 5pm now! That's two hours!&lt;br /&gt;Blackie: Ms. Yellow have some cigarettes, but don't tell Magnum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Yellow conveniently walk in the door, and Magnum is outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok, Blackie I got to go!&lt;br /&gt;Blackie: Ok, see you la....Click!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ms. Yellow! Where do you hide your cigarettes?&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Yellow: Fuck Blackie, they're upstairs!&lt;br /&gt;Me. Go fetch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my cigarette, pop another beer and sit on their balcony fantasizing about me and Ms. Yellows dog [Balto] killing hordes of zombies from the balcony. I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find out that there is some fish festival [Slorock] going on about 500 meters from the house, and I want to get drunk before I go there. I tell Magnum to start drinking, he doesn't. I continue drinking and Blackie arrives. I'm the only one drinking. Revolution is bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Stop being a party pooper!&lt;br /&gt;Revolution: Stop thinking you are the king of the world!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Revolution: Yeah, it's quite annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fuck you, I'm getting a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk around trying to get the others to drink. A few guys arrive and everyone starts drinking for real. Magnum makes drink after drink, and when he doesn't watch I steal some from his glass. He also thinks I'm to sober, so he gives me more. Nothing exciting is  happening, really. A friend [NewGamer] of me and Magnum arrives and start playing the guitar right away. I'm starting to get drunk so I start singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clock closes in on 11pm. Me, Magnum and Blackie are really drunk by now. I can see Revolution is starting to feel the tequila as well. Magnum doesn't have any more to drink so he jumps on a bike and leaves for Slorock! Half an hour later I drag everyone except Revolution (she was feeling ill) out. I tell Revolution which bed we are sleeping in (the best one of course) and she heads up and goes to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start walking towards Slorock when Magnum comes back on his bicycle and yells at us because we are so fucking slow! I stop him and jump on the bike, beer in hand we wiggle our way to Slorock. NewGamer and his friend [TheMovieMaker] is there already and we find out it's a 100NOK entry fee. Since I've lived for free since Friday I deny to pay this fee. No one pays me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk around back where the other poor people have gathered and I steal a cigarette. Magnum and TheMovieMaker comes around the corner and tell me that they will get me in. I wonder how and they point at a door on the wall. It's far up and there are stairs leading to it. Magnum walks first and find out that the guy who manages the whole thing has an office to the right, we all run left and down some stairs. And we end up ON STAGE! Luckily there was shitty music, and no one listened to it. Mission accomplished, I am in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a look around, there are no hot girls around. Nothing. I decide that this must be because I am not drunk enough. I walk out to the yard where the smokers are and get myself another cigarette from some random dude. I also get a beer from Magnum. I chug it down and get another one. I look around and I see unopened beer everywhere and it's just for the taking! I like this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drink and drink and drink. Suddenly I realize that there's only me and NewGamer left. We decide to go find some hot chicks. We walk around – nothing. I don't like this place any more. We decide to go inside and see a set of three girls and a guy. This guy is huge, he looks like the father of two of them (remember, this is out on the county, girls getting shitfaced with their fathers here is normal). Luckily for us the father walks away. NewGamer is nervous and thinks that the girls are to engaged in their conversation with each other for us to open them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell him to stay put and walk over to the girls, grab a beer on my way there and sit down. Open my beer and engage in conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So, why are two beautiful girls like you sitting here without any guys around you? (I know, the line sucks, but what the hell, I'm fucking drunk!)&lt;br /&gt;Girl1: We are together, like lesbians.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Must I repeat myself?&lt;br /&gt;They laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Have you met my friend NewGamer?&lt;br /&gt;The music starts playing so it's fucking impossible to hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wanna go outside and talk, I don't hear shit in here!&lt;br /&gt;Girls: Sure, lead the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go outside and I let NewGamer take over the hottest of the girls. I know they're lesbians, but he need all the training he can get. I wing the other chick only to find out that the one NewGamer is talking with is strictly girls only, while the one I was talking to were the bisexual one. Sorry NewGamer, I couldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk to these girls for a bit and then they walk off. Me and NewGamer sit around for a bit, chat about how there are no hot females around. Suddenly the hottest girl we've seen there sits down right next to me, and she's eating a hot dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Am I the only one here who think this shit is fucking boring?&lt;br /&gt;HotGirl: Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;Me: So, you from around here?&lt;br /&gt;HotGirl: Yeah, I'm with [insert name of person who kick people who talk to his girlfriends ass here].&lt;br /&gt;Me: So talking to you is probably not a good idea?&lt;br /&gt;HotGirl: Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You're boring, I'll find someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks off. And I turn around to see NewGamer talking to one of the ugliest girls there. Since I'm his friend I do him this favour and chase her away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So, I see you've met my friend NewGamer.&lt;br /&gt;Ugly: Yeah, I have, my name is [Ugly].&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cool, now run along so me and NewGamer can walk around and check out some girls.&lt;br /&gt;Ugly: I'm a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked away. NewGamer was unsure why I would do such a thing, so I had to explain that she was ugly and he had to find the bisexual female we talked to earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found the lesbian couple standing with some guys around a poker table. We went over to them, and before we got there they ran against us and dragged us out. We talked to them for a long time, and I still wonder – why the hell didn't I ask them the questions that I had about lesbians. Anyway, they had to leave, and we were nearly finished with anything – they had free beer all over the place for fuck sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the funniest episodes where when I met this big guy in a blue t-shirt [whale]. He had some red marks on his arm. And this guy was FAT and DRUNK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whale: Do you see these marks? They are from earlier tonight. My father is at home bleeding, I punched him.&lt;br /&gt;Me: That doesn't sound good, have you called an ambulance?&lt;br /&gt;Whale: Fucker deserved it, making me an alcoholic and all!&lt;br /&gt;Me: So, it's his fault you're an alcoholic? Ever heard of free will?&lt;br /&gt;Whale takes up his phone.&lt;br /&gt;Whale: Watch this film I recorded earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts a film where someone is singing, Whale starts singing with him. I takes some time before I realize that the song is about Jesus and religion and all that shit! And halfway into the song it's impossible to here what he's singing because he's drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whale: You know, I sing that song every night!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Does it help you in any way?&lt;br /&gt;Whale: Of course it does, why wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because you are still an alcoholic, you're father is lying on some floor bleeding and you are here.&lt;br /&gt;Whale: It's not my fault that I'm an alcoholic, it's my fathers, that's why he's at home bleeding!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why don't you just quit?&lt;br /&gt;Whale: It's not that easy!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah it is, just look at me now, I'm gonna quit talking to you just to show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my back and walked away, turned around just to see him there with this confused look on his face, I just smiled and continued walking. I met up with NewGamer again, he was talking to TheMovieMaker. I dragged him with me and pointed out some hot girl talking to this body-builder-ish guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You go hit on that girl, I'll take care of the big guy.&lt;br /&gt;NewGamer: But, how do I open up?&lt;br /&gt;(If you haven't figured it out he's new to this gaming thing, he tries to hard)&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't know, go with some classic like “this where the party's at?”&lt;br /&gt;NewGamer: Ok, lets try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk over first and get the guy's attention. This was easy, I just used the same opener I told NewGamer to use, and it worked. Men are so easy to fool. NewGamer looked like he was doing good, until two other guys came over and stole her from him. I told the body-builder to have fun and walked off with NewGamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What the hell, why did you let them steal her?&lt;br /&gt;NewGamer: I don't know, they just came and...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fuck it, listen, you have to show her that you are the alpha male!&lt;br /&gt;NewGamer: I know, I was just surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone rang, it was some ugly girl asking if I wanted to come to the after party she was at, I asked her if there were some hot girls there, she said she was there, I hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and NewGamer walked around, trying to find someone, I also wanted a new cigarette. We saw two ugly ass old females standing alone in the middle of the yard outside the bar. I walked up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Excuse me, could you do me a favour?&lt;br /&gt;UglyFemale: As long as it's not something sexual!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you fucking crazy? I just want a cigarette!&lt;br /&gt;UglyFemale: Sure, you can have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a cigarette and they walked off, without giving me a light. Luckily TheMovieMaker came by and had a lighter. While smoking I figured out that the ugly girl who just called me were our last shot, maybe she have hot female friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started calling people asking if they could drive, no one was able. They were either drunk or at work. NewGamer told me he had to take a dump and I got his phone so that I could continue calling. Suddenly his phone rang, I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: NewGamers phone, he's taking a dump!&lt;br /&gt;Phone: Yeah, I saw he had called.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, we need someone to drive us down town&lt;br /&gt;Phone: Sure, I'll come pick you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NewGamer came back and we went to the car to get a lift down town Since we were driving past the party where I was in the beginning I decided I could get him to swing me by so I could get some beers. Of course, I didn't find out where we were until we drove by, so I screamed at him to break and go back (I was really shitfaced at this point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I NEED MORE BEER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He backed up and I got out. Blackie was standing on the balcony smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackie: Why are you so late?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Late? I'm not fucking near done yet!&lt;br /&gt;Blackie: What are you talking about, it's fucking 3 in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;Me: So what? I'll just grab some beers and get going!&lt;br /&gt;Blackie: Fine, good night.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, it will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran inside, gave Balto a kiss and ran off with beers in every pocket, jumped in the car and told him to drive us down town! Me, NewGamer and TheMovieMaker jumped out of the car. There were no one to be seen around. It was like a deserted small place from a film. We sat down on a bench and I continued pouring down beer. Suddenly some older people came out of a building, drunk as fuck, and we asked them what was going on. Supposedly they were thrown out 'cause the party was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to get in, but there was no way. I called this ugly girl who had called me back and asked her where the hell this after party was! She came and met us and took us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a couple of hotties there, but all the guys looked like they wrestled bulls for a living, so I didn't dare to try to pick someone up, besides, I was starting to get sleepy and sick of all the beer and spirits. Things were starting to spin and I figured the only thing that could come out of this was a fist to my face. I went outside, found a car that was running with two huge guys in the front seat. I jumped in and told them where to drive me, and they actually drove me there, can you believe my luck? I went to bed next to Revolution, I had no idea what time it was, but around 7am wouldn't surprise me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all I can remember from the night, I haven't been this drunk in a while, and things are a bit fuzzy. Also, conversations I've had with people are translated from Norwegian to English, and that's a bitch. Hope you enjoyed my story of my night out. All I can say is I was the only one still drunk when we woke up the next day, and I made the best out of it by being an ass hole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the Sunday went by playing Left 4 Dead, Halo 3 and Prototype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pingu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-3816977749322516884?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/3816977749322516884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=3816977749322516884&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/3816977749322516884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/3816977749322516884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/06/slorock.html' title='Slorock'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-8124020838790188831</id><published>2009-06-10T09:28:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:00:15.454+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers</title><content type='html'>This will be continuously updated while I get new questions (surely I doubt that'll happen though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also on Twitter now btw - &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/KongPingu"&gt;http://twitter.com/KongPingu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jonas:&lt;/span&gt; Do you have AIDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pingu: &lt;/span&gt;Actually, I don't know. I doubt it, since I think it's too early for the HIV to have evolved into AIDS since I'm only 20. But you never know. And no, I don't have HIV either (at least I don't think so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Irini: &lt;/span&gt;Would you ever have sex with a man if you got a lot of money for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pingu: &lt;/span&gt;What the hell kind of question is that? It all depends on how much money I'd get. When you say alot of money I can't really answer the question properly. Also you have to define "sex with a man", like - is oral enough? Or a handjob? Or do I have to take the choclate train? Anyway, if the price is right I think anyone would have fucked a man. It also depends who this other man is. Damn, I sound gay now, but like I said, I think any man would fuck a man for the right price. (None of you retards who read this have this kind of money).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinng: &lt;/span&gt;What would you do if you "accidentally" whacked someone, and had to get rid of the body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pingu: &lt;/span&gt;If I accidentally whacked someone, I doubt that'd be a crime. It all depends on who I whacked. And of course how the accident happened. I guess I would chop the corpse up in pieces using a chainsaw somewhere out in a desert or a forest. I'd chop it up in really tiny pieces. Then I'd burn the pieces, and scatter the remains all over the world. But from joke to horse - I would probably burn the body somewhere where it would look like an accident. Or maybe plant some evidence that points to someone else I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jonas: &lt;/span&gt;Do you remember the website url to Jan Arne's IKT guide shit? AND Do you have herpes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pingu:&lt;/span&gt; I think the URL you are looking for is http://jada.dyndns.org - but I do no think it is up and running anymore. I do not have herpes, but I do have genital warts (or at least one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pingu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-8124020838790188831?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/8124020838790188831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=8124020838790188831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/8124020838790188831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/8124020838790188831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/06/answers.html' title='Answers'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-7948074573778175540</id><published>2009-06-08T14:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:00:33.945+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>I've read around and seen a few people do this.  I am bored and have nothing to write about. So, all you readers (not that there are too many of you yet), click on the comment link and ask me a question, any question (for those of you who don't want to do it in English, do it in Norwegian (or any other language for that matte)). I will answer them in my next article, and update when you ask me questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a stupid fourteen year old girly blog thing, but I figure - what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pingu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-7948074573778175540?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/7948074573778175540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=7948074573778175540&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/7948074573778175540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/7948074573778175540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/06/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-548852548100763887</id><published>2009-06-03T09:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:47:02.130+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is upon us...</title><content type='html'>First things first though. After I logged on to &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://www.google.com/reader"&gt;google reader&lt;/a&gt; today, I noticed that there were four news on Final Fantasy XIII. The first one was just a screen shot of Shiva and her sister summoned by Snow. Though this new screen was awesome compared to older ones the next three articles really made me cum. It was three new trailers for FFXIII, they showed both gameplay and cut scenes. One word - Brilliant. See for yourselves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://www.gametrailers.com/video/e3-09-final-fantasy/49971"&gt;Final Fantasy XIII on Xbox 360&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://www.gametrailers.com/video/e3-09-final-fantasy/50338"&gt;Final Fantasy XIII extended trailer in english&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://ps3.ign.com/dor/objects/826843/final-fantasy-xiii/videos/ffxiii_trl_adventchildren_52109.html"&gt;Final Fantasy XIII japanese (with english subs)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I told you they were brilliant! We also learnt that they are aiming for a spring 2010 release (at least in the US).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enought about boring crap that you don't give a shite about. As the headline says - summer is coming, and there's nothing I can do about it. It's not as bad as I thought though, because guess what - I've taken up aggressive inlining again! I call it skating though. We actually have a pool and some boxes and ramps in this small little town I live in. I'll get some pictures of it when I'm there next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SiYqTFdo7II/AAAAAAAAATo/ItSwhqP0PfU/s1600-h/Blades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SiYqTFdo7II/AAAAAAAAATo/ItSwhqP0PfU/s400/Blades.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343004515294047362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as good as I used to be at this, but I still enjoy skating around, I love to jump and drop in to the pool etc. A couple of years back I actually almost managed to get some air to, resulting in me falling and bashing my head in the pool. I think that was my last run before I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have regular blades too. I haven't used them in a while, but I'll put them on as soon as the sun is back up. I'd love to run through the centre of town on my blades again, can't wait for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SiYqTJBI7oI/AAAAAAAAATw/A4oaOYQJEjA/s1600-h/blades_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SiYqTJBI7oI/AAAAAAAAATw/A4oaOYQJEjA/s400/blades_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343004516248252034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday (which was the first day I went out on my blades in about two years) I managed to rip open my wound from the surgery, so I still have to take it a little easy, but in a couple of weeks I'll get as good as I was a couple of years ago. And this time I ain't quitting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pingu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-548852548100763887?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/548852548100763887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=548852548100763887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/548852548100763887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/548852548100763887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-is-upon-us.html' title='Summer is upon us...'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SiYqTFdo7II/AAAAAAAAATo/ItSwhqP0PfU/s72-c/Blades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-333687914467165791</id><published>2009-05-29T07:44:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T07:48:17.268+02:00</updated><title type='text'>inFamous</title><content type='html'>Wow. I feel like this could be the best weekend in a long time. I found out that the store right across the street from where I live has been selling inFamous since Wednesday. I bought it yesterday, and I played if for four hours straight - I LOVE IT! It's fucking awesome! If you have a PS3 then this is a must-buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Irini bought Virtua Tennis 2009 - it was better than Virtua Tennis 3, but still tennis. I loved it though. Can't wait to go online and kick some serious ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll get to leave work early today too, that would be awesome. Especially since this is a long weekend, considering Monday is a day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Focking 'ey!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-333687914467165791?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/333687914467165791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=333687914467165791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/333687914467165791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/333687914467165791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/05/infamous.html' title='inFamous'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-4267024372784180341</id><published>2009-05-28T09:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:08:10.763+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I don't really have much to update, I've been getting some (very little) information reagarding Final Fantasy Versus XIII and Agito XIII. Nothing you'd care about though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm starting to get sick again too, fucking cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really consentrate on too much right now, as all I'm looking forward to is Irini getting Virtua Tennis 2009 today, and me getting inFamous tomorrow. Hopefully I'll get a short day at work tomorrow so that I can rush to the store. Also it's a long weekend and I can't afford alcoholic beverage - which means: GAMING WEEKEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sh43dL2blNI/AAAAAAAAATg/1wtQDdqpwrg/s1600-h/infamous-ps3-boxart-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 385px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sh43dL2blNI/AAAAAAAAATg/1wtQDdqpwrg/s400/infamous-ps3-boxart-big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340767182644810962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost can't wait for this - it's going to be so fucking awesome! If you haven't heard of it, go on youtube.com and search for "inFamous trailer". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I'm having great sex at the time being - so fucking good to get rid of that bloody hernia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this article I just want to tell you all about the best page on the internet at the time being: &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://www.fmylife.com/?page=165"&gt;Fuck My Life&lt;/a&gt; - it's fucking brilliant! Check it out asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now fuck it, I'm Pingu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-4267024372784180341?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/4267024372784180341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=4267024372784180341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/4267024372784180341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/4267024372784180341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sh43dL2blNI/AAAAAAAAATg/1wtQDdqpwrg/s72-c/infamous-ps3-boxart-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-4602017948691005114</id><published>2009-05-20T12:34:00.017+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:57:23.518+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabula Nova Crystallis Final Fantasy XIII...</title><content type='html'>... means "the New Tale of the Crystal Final Fantasy XIII" and is the new Final Fantasy series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This are new Final Fantasy game(s) for the PS3 (and unfortunatley the Xbox 360) and the PSP/cell phones. At the time being there are three games coming out in this series - Final Fantasy XIII (PS3 and X360), Final Fantasy Versus XIII (PS3) and Final Fantasy Agito XIII (PSP and Cell Phones).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna do a really huge fucking article about this. Then I figured - fuck it. I'll just post some pics and write what I know. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINAL FANTASY XIII&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPrchbqxHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NxYoOBVJdrU/s1600-h/Lightning.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPrchbqxHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NxYoOBVJdrU/s400/Lightning.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337868858607453298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPrpaI9W6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/b4vF28cJXZE/s1600-h/Lightning+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPrpaI9W6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/b4vF28cJXZE/s400/Lightning+08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337869079988231074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPrpCckjTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/sYsNzRRFt6E/s1600-h/Lightning+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPrpCckjTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/sYsNzRRFt6E/s400/Lightning+06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337869073628040498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPrdXO5Z3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/z3_1VvxlwSc/s1600-h/Lightning+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPrdXO5Z3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/z3_1VvxlwSc/s400/Lightning+04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337868873049401202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPro4fgL4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/2n2NJdCw2Fg/s1600-h/Lightning+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPro4fgL4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/2n2NJdCw2Fg/s400/Lightning+05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337869070955982722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPrpuA4u3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/PWjTRxDFVOw/s1600-h/Lightning+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPrpuA4u3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/PWjTRxDFVOw/s400/Lightning+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337869085323082610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPrcw_Uu5I/AAAAAAAAAJI/mwI5c9mtnWI/s1600-h/Lightning+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPrcw_Uu5I/AAAAAAAAAJI/mwI5c9mtnWI/s400/Lightning+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337868862783536018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPrpM_qdJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/j6ltXhrjJAw/s1600-h/Lightning+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPrpM_qdJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/j6ltXhrjJAw/s400/Lightning+07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337869076459582610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPrdW1HrNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/_GU6P_6D0xY/s1600-h/Lightning+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPrdW1HrNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/_GU6P_6D0xY/s400/Lightning+03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337868872941284562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPrdI4OAkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/S49GXNxDKtg/s1600-h/Lightning+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPrdI4OAkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/S49GXNxDKtg/s400/Lightning+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337868869196186178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, these are pictures of a female character of Final Fantasy XIII. She is the main character and she's called "Lightning". She is supposed to be suffering from memory loss and is a real bitch, she never smiles when meeting new people and she's always straightforward and mostly rude. She lives in the flying city of Cocoon. Cocoon is at war with Pulse, and Lightning is in (possibly leading) the group that is to stop the invasion from Pulse. The story is way to complex to explain on a blog, you should buy the game when it gets here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPsOmyzZyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BXV4cFqJW8U/s1600-h/Afro+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPsOmyzZyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BXV4cFqJW8U/s400/Afro+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337869719040124706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPsO4XujPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4Cx2C-y9ph4/s1600-h/Afro+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPsO4XujPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4Cx2C-y9ph4/s400/Afro+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337869723758398706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPsPZnozxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bf8tJOk-GPk/s1600-h/Afro+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPsPZnozxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bf8tJOk-GPk/s400/Afro+04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337869732683501330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPsPPgBywI/AAAAAAAAAKg/xHg0UJdVynU/s1600-h/Afro+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPsPPgBywI/AAAAAAAAAKg/xHg0UJdVynU/s400/Afro+03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337869729967229698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy (which I like to call Afro) is named "Sazh Katzroy". There isn't really too much information about him. He looks quite random actually. I guess the little bird is a Chocobo baby or something that is his companion. He is also supposed to be playable from the start of the game - maybe he is Lightnings "friend" or "mentor" or something? Exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPthvPx6FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/WempzElkgeE/s1600-h/Snow.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPthvPx6FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/WempzElkgeE/s400/Snow.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337871147238287442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPth2nAxtI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9bJoblhjnv0/s1600-h/Snow+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPth2nAxtI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9bJoblhjnv0/s400/Snow+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337871149214779090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPtiHdBIXI/AAAAAAAAALA/S4ldfylFKZ4/s1600-h/Snow+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPtiHdBIXI/AAAAAAAAALA/S4ldfylFKZ4/s400/Snow+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337871153736262002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;There !--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPzUmnBgUI/AAAAAAAAANI/utAr9goC-cE/s1600-h/Fanart+Snow+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPzUmnBgUI/AAAAAAAAANI/utAr9goC-cE/s400/Fanart+Snow+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337877518651326786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fella was named "33 cm" at first, at least outside Japan. The reason for this was that in an interview with one of the people at Square Enix it was mention 33 cm, but no one was sure what it stood for since it was in japanes (my first thought was that his penis was that long). Apperantly it's the size of his feet. He is supposed to be this big motherfucker with the shotgun. He is called Snow in FFXIII, though I doubt that is his real name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPuiLL-cVI/AAAAAAAAALI/dUb5cVxY5SE/s1600-h/Vanille.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPuiLL-cVI/AAAAAAAAALI/dUb5cVxY5SE/s400/Vanille.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337872254250152274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPuiG3SMfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/jgOxTuGNt3w/s1600-h/Vanille+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPuiG3SMfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/jgOxTuGNt3w/s400/Vanille+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337872253089624562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPuiecPNZI/AAAAAAAAALY/QDqIK0vxFt8/s1600-h/Vanille+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPuiecPNZI/AAAAAAAAALY/QDqIK0vxFt8/s400/Vanille+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337872259418633618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cute gal is named "Vanille". She is also a character of FFXIII. I don't know much about her though, only thing I think I know is that she uses a bow to kill enemies with. And she's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPvMUAP8xI/AAAAAAAAALo/T8Kw0KSr-5s/s1600-h/Carbuncle+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPvMUAP8xI/AAAAAAAAALo/T8Kw0KSr-5s/s400/Carbuncle+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337872978171392786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPvMDDk1_I/AAAAAAAAALg/g92F3orIuQk/s1600-h/Carbuncle+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPvMDDk1_I/AAAAAAAAALg/g92F3orIuQk/s400/Carbuncle+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337872973621942258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cute little fella is known as "Carbuncle". I don't think he has been seen since FFIX. He is a creature that has to be summoned. These creatures has been called a lot of things throuh the history of Final Fantasy, for example Aeons, Summons, Espers, Guardians etc. I call the gods though. This little guy is an expert on "green" or "protective" magic and shields the party with defensive spells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPvMu5FtMI/AAAAAAAAALw/Gw-IN2sHs-w/s1600-h/Ifrit+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPvMu5FtMI/AAAAAAAAALw/Gw-IN2sHs-w/s400/Ifrit+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337872985389118658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPvMlyBfpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/X-MoSceQv6s/s1600-h/Ifrit+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPvMlyBfpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/X-MoSceQv6s/s400/Ifrit+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337872982943563410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fiery guy is known as Ifrit. I think he is one of the gods that have been in most Final Fantasy games. As you might have guessed he is the master of fire spells. I also think he lives in hell, since when you summon him, most of the times he comes out of the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPxlM1f3ZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/c0P-5g2YniE/s1600-h/Shiva+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPxlM1f3ZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/c0P-5g2YniE/s400/Shiva+03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337875604767235474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Siren, she hasn't been part of too many FF games, last I now about is VIII. She playes on the harp, and my guess is that she silences the enemies (preventing them from using magic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPxlgWjg9I/AAAAAAAAAMY/YjM4KSFvMFs/s1600-h/Shiva+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPxlgWjg9I/AAAAAAAAAMY/YjM4KSFvMFs/s400/Shiva+04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337875610006160338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPxlAfd6nI/AAAAAAAAAMI/dgSKQTQguyk/s1600-h/Shiva+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPxlAfd6nI/AAAAAAAAAMI/dgSKQTQguyk/s400/Shiva+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337875601453607538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPxk-EM59I/AAAAAAAAAMA/JK92Wdxlons/s1600-h/Shiva+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPxk-EM59I/AAAAAAAAAMA/JK92Wdxlons/s400/Shiva+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337875600802375634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is supposed to be the most beautiful of gods. She is the master of ice, and has been around for at least almost as long as Ifrit. Her name is Shiva. In this game though, Square decided to be asses and give her a sister. Together with this sister she becomes a fucking transformer and transform into a motorbike. Way to go Square, if you screw this up, many young boys will lose their favourite god. Shiva has been awesome and beautiful in all FF games. I don't see how transforming her into a bike will maintain that status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPy8TouyEI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZIe5vfkXiHQ/s1600-h/Lightning+Battle+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPy8TouyEI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZIe5vfkXiHQ/s400/Lightning+Battle+05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337877101241354306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPy8OKtm-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/_Vu_ASUd14Q/s1600-h/Lightning+battle+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPy8OKtm-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/_Vu_ASUd14Q/s400/Lightning+battle+04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337877099773271010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPy771LPYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/7P06oNs8drc/s1600-h/Lightning+battle+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPy771LPYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/7P06oNs8drc/s400/Lightning+battle+03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337877094851100034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPy71LaKbI/AAAAAAAAAMo/azDfsAYtDAs/s1600-h/Lightning+battle+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPy71LaKbI/AAAAAAAAAMo/azDfsAYtDAs/s400/Lightning+battle+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337877093065304498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPzU-OEVhI/AAAAAAAAANY/xp6Zb0TxQ34/s1600-h/FFXIII+battle+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPzU-OEVhI/AAAAAAAAANY/xp6Zb0TxQ34/s400/FFXIII+battle+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337877524989105682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPzUpXa-uI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6caMttUGomg/s1600-h/FFXIII+battle+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPzUpXa-uI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6caMttUGomg/s400/FFXIII+battle+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337877519391193826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures that show how the UI will look in battle. You can't really get too much out of it, but it doesn't hurt showing it to you. From what I've heard, Lightning fights many battles alone, and not often in a party, but party fights will also be going on in FFXIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP0EaEJEaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/OeAZsv8wApA/s1600-h/FFXIII+characters+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP0EaEJEaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/OeAZsv8wApA/s400/FFXIII+characters+05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337878339917517218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP0D9SeGsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/xGV2hiBnLVY/s1600-h/FFXIII+characters+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP0D9SeGsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/xGV2hiBnLVY/s400/FFXIII+characters+04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337878332192987842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP0D3OzYyI/AAAAAAAAANw/lu8foL1ge1k/s1600-h/FFXIII+characters+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP0D3OzYyI/AAAAAAAAANw/lu8foL1ge1k/s400/FFXIII+characters+03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337878330566992674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP0Dr8P5EI/AAAAAAAAANo/zhrLz2PWUsY/s1600-h/FFXIII+characters+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP0Dr8P5EI/AAAAAAAAANo/zhrLz2PWUsY/s400/FFXIII+characters+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337878327536378946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP0DRxQrVI/AAAAAAAAANg/nsVwV_LAnKo/s1600-h/FFXIII+characters+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP0DRxQrVI/AAAAAAAAANg/nsVwV_LAnKo/s400/FFXIII+characters+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337878320510971218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP0etivA2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/NVNN7wwbbIo/s1600-h/FFXIII+characters+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP0etivA2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/NVNN7wwbbIo/s400/FFXIII+characters+06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337878791822705506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP0e6fBI0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/zsJ2TXuCa7A/s1600-h/FFXIII+characters+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP0e6fBI0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/zsJ2TXuCa7A/s400/FFXIII+characters+07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337878795296777026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP0fFpLd9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/K-fi3Not23o/s1600-h/FFXIII+characters+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP0fFpLd9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/K-fi3Not23o/s400/FFXIII+characters+08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337878798292187090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures of the characters together. I have no idea how they know each other or what they do together, and why they do it. I guess that's one of the mysteries we solve when we buy and play the game. Lightning does look like a leader, and Afro looks like a good friend of her. I don't know how she could have friends or lead anything since she has a memory loss though. But as I said, mystery's solved when we buy and play the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP1Vt4qrTI/AAAAAAAAAOg/cSNLkTFh1h8/s1600-h/FFXIII+landscape+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP1Vt4qrTI/AAAAAAAAAOg/cSNLkTFh1h8/s400/FFXIII+landscape+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337879736807501106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP1Vya1lBI/AAAAAAAAAOw/XTdULh64gac/s1600-h/FFXIII+landscape+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP1Vya1lBI/AAAAAAAAAOw/XTdULh64gac/s400/FFXIII+landscape+03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337879738024563730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP1V_sho1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/kFpGeTyhvLk/s1600-h/FFXIII+landscape+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP1V_sho1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/kFpGeTyhvLk/s400/FFXIII+landscape+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337879741588415314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures of the landscape, just to show you how good it will look, and how much variety there'll be. Now I know that three pictures isn't enough, but I don't have more at the moment, and I can't be arsed to find more either. So shut up, look at the pictures and go "Nice!". Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's Final Fantasy XIII for you. You're probably sick of looking at pictures of Final Fantasy now, and reading my random texts under the pictures, well - guess what? I don't give a fuck, we still have two more games to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINAL FANTASY VERSUS XIII:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP2VaX3YBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/d7IZWdU1qt0/s1600-h/Noctis+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP2VaX3YBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/d7IZWdU1qt0/s400/Noctis+03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337880831081275410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP2UiRicQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JWgbWNpAIGM/s1600-h/Noctis.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP2UiRicQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JWgbWNpAIGM/s400/Noctis.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337880816022352130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP2v04k66I/AAAAAAAAAPg/3idoA3hN-gU/s1600-h/Noctis+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP2v04k66I/AAAAAAAAAPg/3idoA3hN-gU/s400/Noctis+04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337881284874398626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP2VG307cI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/KCw2bzKMek0/s1600-h/Noctis+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP2VG307cI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/KCw2bzKMek0/s400/Noctis+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337880825846623682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP2U0AV4WI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Hja2AFqArTA/s1600-h/Noctis+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP2U0AV4WI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Hja2AFqArTA/s400/Noctis+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337880820782063970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP2UeCC14I/AAAAAAAAAO4/rC9h92_ofmU/s1600-h/Noctis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP2UeCC14I/AAAAAAAAAO4/rC9h92_ofmU/s400/Noctis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337880814883624834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP2wh_Zw1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/P06j1xhYQOo/s1600-h/Noctis+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP2wh_Zw1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/P06j1xhYQOo/s400/Noctis+13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337881296982623058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP2wWq8MKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rOpoqfn3e-w/s1600-h/Noctis+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP2wWq8MKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rOpoqfn3e-w/s400/Noctis+06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337881293944008866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP2waKPWwI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QfJBFZtPmC4/s1600-h/Noctis+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP2waKPWwI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QfJBFZtPmC4/s400/Noctis+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337881294880594690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP2wA9byTI/AAAAAAAAAPo/qoExdegTBsU/s1600-h/Noctis+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP2wA9byTI/AAAAAAAAAPo/qoExdegTBsU/s400/Noctis+19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337881288115996978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This handsome emo looking guy is the main character of Final Fantasy Versus XIII (or at least I think he is). Final Fantasy Versus XIII is not set in the future, nor the past. It's more like a NOW kind of setting to the game. They called this character "The Prince" until they eventually came up with a name for him. His name is Noctis (which means "night" on latin or some shit). Anyway, the setting in this game is more dark than ever, it's all about the darkness in this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP30NraAGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Aby7_94kQnY/s1600-h/Stella+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP30NraAGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Aby7_94kQnY/s400/Stella+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337882459761148002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP30nn_o8I/AAAAAAAAAQY/6cBQt3VAw1U/s1600-h/Stella+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP30nn_o8I/AAAAAAAAAQY/6cBQt3VAw1U/s400/Stella+04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337882466726159298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP30v3ywTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/UoCR4Sro3uI/s1600-h/Stella+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP30v3ywTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/UoCR4Sro3uI/s400/Stella+05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337882468939907378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this lovely lass was named "Skirt" by the audience, before we got to know her real name. The name of this lass is "Stella". Way to use your imagination Square. Well, at least she's hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP4aeaL47I/AAAAAAAAARI/pE1wDwO82ac/s1600-h/Versus+characters+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP4aeaL47I/AAAAAAAAARI/pE1wDwO82ac/s400/Versus+characters+05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337883117087351730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP4ZznXInI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/RhC73tFXzGA/s1600-h/Versus+characters+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP4ZznXInI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/RhC73tFXzGA/s400/Versus+characters+03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337883105599890034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP4Z_0OsSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/V6XL1K6mAlA/s1600-h/Versus+characters+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP4Z_0OsSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/V6XL1K6mAlA/s400/Versus+characters+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337883108875088162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP4Zj-FUOI/AAAAAAAAAQo/10zzlmnQYqc/s1600-h/Versus+characters+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP4Zj-FUOI/AAAAAAAAAQo/10zzlmnQYqc/s400/Versus+characters+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337883101400223970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP4w7fifYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/FIzBW6C5z3o/s1600-h/Versus+characters+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP4w7fifYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/FIzBW6C5z3o/s400/Versus+characters+06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337883502851554690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP4xBQdSCI/AAAAAAAAARY/QBhseDSkOIU/s1600-h/Versus+characters+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP4xBQdSCI/AAAAAAAAARY/QBhseDSkOIU/s400/Versus+characters+08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337883504398911522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I guess, is the crew on FF versus XIII. I don't really know the names of anyone else than Noctis and Stella. The guy with the glasses looks awesome. In these pictures the world doesn't look like such a dark place though. There are much less information about FF versus XIII than FFXIII out there. Anyway, it looks cool, and it's this game that is exclusive on the PS3, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP4xmou8YI/AAAAAAAAARw/colrxAshjOo/s1600-h/Versus+landscape+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP4xmou8YI/AAAAAAAAARw/colrxAshjOo/s400/Versus+landscape+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337883514432844162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP4xqUOENI/AAAAAAAAARo/FblfpCzhdOI/s1600-h/Versus+landscape+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP4xqUOENI/AAAAAAAAARo/FblfpCzhdOI/s400/Versus+landscape+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337883515420545234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP4xTxA9vI/AAAAAAAAARg/1aeKYSekMWM/s1600-h/Versus+landsacpe+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP4xTxA9vI/AAAAAAAAARg/1aeKYSekMWM/s400/Versus+landsacpe+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337883509367305970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures shows us a little bit of the land you will see in Versus XIII. It looks dark, don't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for Versus XIII. As I said, there isn't too much information about it yet. Well, only one game to go now wanker, then you can comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final Fantasy Agito XIII:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP5650qhJI/AAAAAAAAASA/K-YRlnOZp0A/s1600-h/Agito+main+character+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP5650qhJI/AAAAAAAAASA/K-YRlnOZp0A/s400/Agito+main+character+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337884773713609874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP56zmuCjI/AAAAAAAAAR4/F_SaCmm5Gtw/s1600-h/Agito+main+character+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP56zmuCjI/AAAAAAAAAR4/F_SaCmm5Gtw/s400/Agito+main+character+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337884772044507698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP57HBCJJI/AAAAAAAAASI/FiUnO_8d5kY/s1600-h/Agito+main+character+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP57HBCJJI/AAAAAAAAASI/FiUnO_8d5kY/s400/Agito+main+character+03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337884777255150738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP57Vo0xiI/AAAAAAAAASY/_otBMcyLhAg/s1600-h/Agito+characters+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP57Vo0xiI/AAAAAAAAASY/_otBMcyLhAg/s400/Agito+characters+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337884781180143138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP57CZtC7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/UStXlFCTVSk/s1600-h/Agito+characters+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP57CZtC7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/UStXlFCTVSk/s400/Agito+characters+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337884776016448434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game is for the PSP and Cellphones. I don't really have any information at all. The blonde guy is supposed to be the main character, and he goes to a school. The two people on the picutre above are probably people in your party. This game also has something to do with cards. My guess is that you are a student, and you use cards for magic and stuff. But I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I got an update, the cards are just the weapon that can be used, so it isn't a card game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP6vNg035I/AAAAAAAAASw/CbKQeVzi1b8/s1600-h/Agito+landsacape+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP6vNg035I/AAAAAAAAASw/CbKQeVzi1b8/s400/Agito+landsacape+03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337885672352309138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP6u9cZhXI/AAAAAAAAASo/rMF_xFf0fXY/s1600-h/Agito+landscape+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP6u9cZhXI/AAAAAAAAASo/rMF_xFf0fXY/s400/Agito+landscape+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337885668038772082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP6ujXeK6I/AAAAAAAAASg/jUI1btoxxn8/s1600-h/Agito+landscape+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShP6ujXeK6I/AAAAAAAAASg/jUI1btoxxn8/s400/Agito+landscape+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337885661038783394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures show some of the landscape in FF Agito XIII. As you see there is a school, but it does look like you can travel outside of the school too. I still don't get the cards though. Hopefully it's just a mini-game, like we had in FFIX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know what I know (actually, I probably know more, but I won't write much more). A few more pictures and I'm all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShZbOwI94RI/AAAAAAAAAS4/AMgjcCD6FfU/s1600-h/Interview+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShZbOwI94RI/AAAAAAAAAS4/AMgjcCD6FfU/s400/Interview+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338554717293109522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShZbPADbRSI/AAAAAAAAATA/IAjCkJVBxFo/s1600-h/Interview+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShZbPADbRSI/AAAAAAAAATA/IAjCkJVBxFo/s400/Interview+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338554721564837154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShZbPclPswI/AAAAAAAAATI/JZuXciCZ8qA/s1600-h/Interview+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShZbPclPswI/AAAAAAAAATI/JZuXciCZ8qA/s400/Interview+03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338554729222877954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShZbPpEXFiI/AAAAAAAAATQ/I4FonqC8B7g/s1600-h/Interview+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShZbPpEXFiI/AAAAAAAAATQ/I4FonqC8B7g/s400/Interview+04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338554732574610978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShZbPx3sLDI/AAAAAAAAATY/XeN9yqYMwOg/s1600-h/Interview+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShZbPx3sLDI/AAAAAAAAATY/XeN9yqYMwOg/s400/Interview+05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338554734937386034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is five pages from a Playstation Magazine (can't remember which one though). It's all about Final Fantasy XIII. If you are interested you should read it. I think the pictures go big if you click on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now. Latest update about FFXIII that I have, is that they are working their asses of to release it in 2009. Let's hope they make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pingu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-4602017948691005114?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/4602017948691005114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=4602017948691005114&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/4602017948691005114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/4602017948691005114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/05/fabula-nova-crystallis-final-fantasy.html' title='Fabula Nova Crystallis Final Fantasy XIII...'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ShPrchbqxHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NxYoOBVJdrU/s72-c/Lightning.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-6249541124353318953</id><published>2009-05-19T14:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:43:32.312+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's back?</title><content type='html'>Well, it's about fucking time I wrote something now. I haven't been writing at all since.. March. Oh holy hell, I didn't think it was that long. Anyway, my heart is fine, I've taken a total of two ECG's for as long as I've lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told y'all about the hernia, right? Well, it's gone now, I only have the wound from the surgery now.  It feels fucking great to not have that huge lump besides my jewels again. Seriously. And having sex again – it's fucking marvellous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason I haven't written anything since March is that I've been sick. My hernia was hell the last two weeks before surgery, and it was really hell the first few days after the surgery. I had trouble sitting down and getting up, walking stairs was fucking impossible, but worst of all – taking a dump. It felt like someone was pounding on my groin with a fucking sledgehammer! It was awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week has been quite fun, I've been feeling healthy enough to walk around down town, driving and even taking a few beers and relaxing. Didn't have many visitors though. Understandable since I was a cripple, but bloody hell, I thought I had more than two friends. I don't really give a fuck though, I've had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone that is supposed to move in to the apartment has moved in to the apartment too (at least almost). I'll post some pictures when we get all settled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gaming archive has expanded like fuck. I'll update that one later too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the apartment we now have six PCs, three PS3s, one Wii, one Xbox 360, one PSP, one DS Lite and one GameBoy Colour. We have two 37” HDTV's and one 42” HDTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently searching for a job, in case someone who needs help reads this – I'll do almost anything as long as I get paid enough for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think there's much else to say. Me and Irini are still together, better than ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off - Pingu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-6249541124353318953?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/6249541124353318953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=6249541124353318953&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/6249541124353318953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/6249541124353318953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/05/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back?'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-6002744114175160895</id><published>2009-03-30T10:42:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:47:40.411+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chest pains and what not.</title><content type='html'>So, the last week's been a real bitch. Seriously. After the surprise party I was at the doctor because of my hernia, and it's definitely hernia. Don't have a date on the operation yet, but I'll keep you posted. I also asked my superior(s) if I could get two weeks off the weeks 18 and 19. I think I'll get them, but I'm not sure yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I was feeling fine and back at work, Wednesday I got really freaky chest pains and was short on breath and kinda dizzy. I was on my way to work when it happened, so I got a friend to come get me and drive me to the doctors. First I talked to him and explained, he told me to go lie down on the patient bench (or whatever it's called). He started pushing my back really hard, and it kinda hurt. Didn't really help on the chest pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to fill up four vials with blood (still haven't heard anything about them), and also I had to take an ECG, but my heart was fine. I didn't feel well so I stayed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SdCGauPTmDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fFCWDwlKnKk/s1600-h/ECG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SdCGauPTmDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fFCWDwlKnKk/s320/ECG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318898953571506226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is an ECG, and that is not me. I am much more handsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got chest pains as I was on my way to work again, this time I got all the way to where I work and went to the doctors here. And guess what – I have some kind of infection in my chest, and it hurts like hell. Still does. I got some pills, so we'll see if they help. Also did another ECG today, my heart is still fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SdCGaoG3mhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/boz-zS9RSH4/s1600-h/big+alarm+clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SdCGaoG3mhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/boz-zS9RSH4/s320/big+alarm+clock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318898951925504530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This picture is pure epic, and it shows my paint skills. It's a picture of me saying "FUCK YOU!" to my alarmclock. It's a true event that happened a couple of weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-6002744114175160895?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/6002744114175160895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=6002744114175160895&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/6002744114175160895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/6002744114175160895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/03/chest-pains-and-whatnot.html' title='Chest pains and what not.'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SdCGauPTmDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fFCWDwlKnKk/s72-c/ECG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-5922689666482970181</id><published>2009-03-24T10:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:24:32.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gule&lt;/span&gt;: This is a place far away from everyone and everything. The land of the Predator Sheep, the land of no opportunities, the land of the fairies. The land where everything that can't happen any other places happens! Gule is the most awesome place on earth (if it in fact is on earth). Not many people has ever heard about this magical place, but people do live there. My father lives there, one of my best friends live there and his girlfriend lives there. This is a true story about events that has happened on Gule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, I was coming home from work early. Very early in fact. I also got some days off. I think this was on a Wednesday, might have been a Thursday too, fuzzy memory. Anyway, I got a phone call from another good friend of mine. The time was around 7pm. He asked me if I wanted to come to Gule and get drunk. I hesitated 'cause I didn't have too much money at the time. &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://sideri.blogspot.com/"&gt;Irini&lt;/a&gt; was in London with her mother, so I was kind of alone and bored (I hope my PS3 doesn't read this). Then my good friend (Anders) reminded me that I had lots of alcohol lying around at home, so I figured: “What the hell, why not?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed one of these bags you can buy so that you don't throw away/burn plastic bags. I got in my car and called a friend of mine I was supposed to meet and told him plan was changed. Then I called this other friend of mine (who's a girl) and asked if she wanted to join me. My phone was fucked though, so I didn't get any information from her. I figured I could just stop by her house on the way, so I did, and I forced her to join me to Gule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, the house was empty. We just walked straight in, filled up the refrigerator and began our quest to get drunk. I've actually written this in another post so I'll just skip ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out talking to &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://vilhelmsen.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ida&lt;/a&gt; (my friends girlfriend) about some stuff and she asked if I wanted to help her set up a surprise party for &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://mogieb.net/"&gt;Magnus&lt;/a&gt; (her boyfriend, but my boy lover (she doesn't know)). It sounded fun and I was drunk so I probably agreed. We spent some time thinking about who to invite, what to do and where to do it. Finally the plan was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Gule this Friday to visit my father. He looked like he was doing good considering his condition. I brought some people with me (&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://sideri.blogspot.com/"&gt;Irini&lt;/a&gt; and Vegard (my girlfriend and another good friend of mine)) too. We met up with &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://vilhelmsen.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ida&lt;/a&gt; and some other people who was helping out and started decorating the locale we had rented for the weekend. We also met up with some friends of &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://mogieb.net/"&gt;Magnus&lt;/a&gt; and planed how to kidnap him and bring him to his own party (of course, we couldn't do this without pizza, so we met them at a place that sells pizza).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday came, and one of my drivers got sick unfortunately. So, I had to get in my car, meet up with the other driver an hour away from the party and pick up people, this went well, pulled some e-brakes and drove on some red lights, no biggie. And got the people to the party two hours before &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://mogieb.net/"&gt;Magnus&lt;/a&gt; was supposed to arrive. &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://vilhelmsen.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ida&lt;/a&gt; was at his place keeping him busy (I wonder how).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time came when I was to go on stage and tell people the rules. This went well in my opinion, I like being the centre of attention, and I think I did a good job (of course, nobody will agree, but fuck you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got at text message that they where bringing him in in 30 seconds, so we had to be quick and line up. Everyone was quiet. Not a sound was made. &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://vilhelmsen.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ida&lt;/a&gt; struggled like hell to get his blindfold off. Finally we could all yell “SURPRISE” and see the tears in his eyes (damn, I'm going for poetry here). He wasn't too happy to begin with, but after a few beers and a little liquor he was doing fine! We had a most awesome night, and I can't wait to get a hold of the pictures. We had girl on girl action, we had male strippers (I was one of them, I actually started it), we had drinking games and we had music! It turned out to be one of the most awesome nights ever. &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://vilhelmsen.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ida&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://mogieb.net/"&gt;Magnus&lt;/a&gt; even had this moment where they were all alone on the dance floor, easy music and lights all over them. Damn, that moment even turned me gay for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very best part was that &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://mogieb.net/"&gt;Magnus&lt;/a&gt; had NO IDEA WHATSOEVER about what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update with pictures as soon as I get a hold of them, I promise. If you think I'm slow – blame &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://vilhelmsen.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ida&lt;/a&gt;. (I apologize for not using pictures here, but I can't be arsed to paint anything myself).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-5922689666482970181?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/5922689666482970181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=5922689666482970181&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/5922689666482970181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/5922689666482970181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/03/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-7063796529307764637</id><published>2009-03-20T10:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:48:47.589+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pokemon, and what not.</title><content type='html'>My plan the last couple of weeks or so has been to play through Pokemon Red version, and then write a review with lots of pictures and post it here. I mean, Pokemon is being looked down on by the society, but why? It's a great fucking game, it has many ties to RPG's, since you level up, get new skills, change out your party and so on. You have so many possibilities that it's scary. And what the hell is not awesome about small fantasy creatures that you could cuddle with if they existed, or big fucking flame throwing dragons, or GIANT rock worms that could crush your puny little house in three seconds – please, tell me: WHAT THE HELL IS NOT AWESOME ABOUT THAT? Faggot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ScNl26gUA0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zFKWiTxB_q0/s1600-h/Evolution+step+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ScNl26gUA0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zFKWiTxB_q0/s320/Evolution+step+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315203979319444290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who didn't love this moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my point was supposed to be: I'm not going to write a review about Pokemon. At least not yet. They are awesome games though, and the series are good too. Only thing missing is a real film, with real people and a game like the ones on game boy, only for the next-gen console. Jesus, I would get a hard-on for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ScNl3uhrOcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Qyqi5wACnGQ/s1600-h/these+graphics+with+pokemon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ScNl3uhrOcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Qyqi5wACnGQ/s320/these+graphics+with+pokemon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315203993283803586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Change out the gun with a pokeball and the enemies with pokemons - how awesome would that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put Pokemon on hold though. I found an amazing PSX/PSone emulator. I also got a hold of Final Fantasy IX. I mean it, I've missed this game so fucking much. It is pure awesomeness. I may write a review if I complete it, but don't get your hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ScNl3Oc2xQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xsozgKAnSaQ/s1600-h/Final+Fantasy+IX+%5BDisc1of4%5D+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-01251%5D-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ScNl3Oc2xQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xsozgKAnSaQ/s320/Final+Fantasy+IX+%5BDisc1of4%5D+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-01251%5D-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315203984673654018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Final Fantasy IX cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ScNl3Q7wP6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/IZi6rHPnEiA/s1600-h/Final+Fantasy+IX+cutscene.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/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ScNl3Q7wP6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/IZi6rHPnEiA/s320/Final+Fantasy+IX+cutscene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315203985340120994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From a cutscene in Final Fantasy IX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding, what the hell else can I write about? There's nothing exciting going on with my life, I work, I play and I fuck. There you have it, my day, 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day fuck-o! (got the word “fuck-o” from Army of Two, hell I laughed in that cut scene).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-7063796529307764637?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/7063796529307764637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=7063796529307764637&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/7063796529307764637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/7063796529307764637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/03/pokemon-and-what-not.html' title='Pokemon, and what not.'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/ScNl26gUA0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zFKWiTxB_q0/s72-c/Evolution+step+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-590966653643994711</id><published>2009-03-18T07:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:59:29.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fizzbin (copied and pasted)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I found this on the internet today, and it's an ingenious idea, spread the word, maybe we actually can make it come true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a short post, but I think it's important. Let's make it a movement. Digg it, leave a comment, Reddit it. Start using it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We need a word that says "I know tech" when you're on the phone with tech support, you'd just say "&lt;em&gt;Fizzbin&lt;/em&gt;" and they'd know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hate that 5 minute to 5 hour long "ramp up" when I'm on the phone with any kind of technical support as they realize that we both know what we're doing. Or at least, one of us does.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So, click the start menu...type C M D and press enter. Tell what you see?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I propose that "&lt;strong&gt;Fizzbin&lt;/strong&gt;" skips that first hour. I don't like feeling like it's an ego thing. I don't want to have to say, "Hey, I kind of know this stuff, can we kick it up a notch?" I don't like explaining that YES, I've checked the cable, and YES, I have tried resetting the modem.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'd like my tech support experience to go like this:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hi, Internet Tech Support...what's your issue?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Fizzbin."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You have an IP?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No. Your DHCP isn't passing out IPs. Am I banned?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Looks like your MAC is xxxx, you've been running a torrent?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes, I'll stop."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cool. You're un-banned. Fizzbin."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sweet. Catch you later."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fizzbin. It's like pressing "0" at the automated teller prompt, but for geeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This idea is brilliant, spread the word people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-590966653643994711?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/590966653643994711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=590966653643994711&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/590966653643994711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/590966653643994711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/03/fizzbin-copied-and-pasted.html' title='Fizzbin (copied and pasted)'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-6473162074842034076</id><published>2009-03-16T07:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:56:51.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hernia and what not.</title><content type='html'>This weekend was a fun one. It started out with me visiting my doctor on Friday. Turns out, I need surgery. I have hernia. I won't go into detail about it, so if you want to know more you're going to have to google it. It's not dangerous, it's just unpleasant. I don't know when the surgery is yet, but it's not too far into the future. I'm not looking forward to it in any way, since it's my first surgery and all. Luckily it's not a big one. From what I've heard it takes 20-40 minutes. I won't get to sleep though, I only get spinal anasthetization (I have no idea if this is correct, but that's what the translation site gave me), so I will be awake during the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sb4PAYe2WcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Vb6b4AZ6c00/s1600-h/Hernia+Brokk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sb4PAYe2WcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Vb6b4AZ6c00/s320/Hernia+Brokk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313701109590022594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A fairly good illustration of hernia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that though. I had some friends over in the evening, we played some Soul Calibur 4 and drank a few beers, no biggie. Saturday Vegard came to visit, we bought beer (a lot this time) and had a really fun night! Up to ten people in one of the smallest apartments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sb4PAiH47qI/AAAAAAAAAIA/eiGuE6SRiIo/s1600-h/soul-calibur-4-wallpaper-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sb4PAiH47qI/AAAAAAAAAIA/eiGuE6SRiIo/s320/soul-calibur-4-wallpaper-big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313701112178077346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soul Calibur 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sunday was just chilling. Played Soul Calibur 4, unlocked all characters and played it until I got sick of it, changed to beat the last boss in Blue Dragon, but figured out I saved in the middle of some random maze, so fuck that. Me and Irini watched the newest episode of Two and a half men. Then we watched The Dark Knight. Which was actually a good film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sb4PAihOsEI/AAAAAAAAAII/l-GVaSFhn5w/s1600-h/the_dark_knight_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sb4PAihOsEI/AAAAAAAAAII/l-GVaSFhn5w/s320/the_dark_knight_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313701112284360770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Knight poster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's it for today, kind of tired and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Oh, I forgot to mention, me and Irini played some LEGO Indiana Jones co-op. I have to admit, it was rather fun. Even though I don't like LEGO games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-6473162074842034076?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/6473162074842034076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=6473162074842034076&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/6473162074842034076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/6473162074842034076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-weekend-was-fun-one.html' title='Hernia and what not.'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sb4PAYe2WcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Vb6b4AZ6c00/s72-c/Hernia+Brokk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-7580037220545678449</id><published>2009-03-13T08:08:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:24:45.368+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexbet</title><content type='html'>I don't know if anyone of you have seen "How I met your mother". I'll just tell you this, it's a comedy show on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SboJ9J910RI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ydib4Jbak78/s1600-h/tv_how_i_met_your_mother03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SboJ9J910RI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ydib4Jbak78/s320/tv_how_i_met_your_mother03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312569656688890130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The guys in "How I met your mother".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The guys standin on the sides are the ones that have slapbets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this show, two of the main characters have a "slapbet", this means that they bet on stuff, and whoever wins, gets to slap the loser one time anytime he wants to, and the loser can't say anything. It can be public so that everyone can see it, it can be while he sleeps, it can be while he's concentrating real hard on something, it can be anytime. Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, me and Irini was bored one day, so we decided to start "sexbets". We bet on stuff, and the winner gets to have sex with the loser, anytime he/she wants to. BUT. Because we don't want it to be boring, we have rules. It cannot happen in the bed, and it's prefered it's not happening in our apartment. It can't be public either though. And by public I mean in the middle of the streets. If it's in a backyard at 5am then it should be fine (already done this two times).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is, when the person wants to use the "sexbet-win" the other one CAN'T say no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just posted this here to give everyone the idea - and let me tell you: It's funny as hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-7580037220545678449?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/7580037220545678449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=7580037220545678449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/7580037220545678449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/7580037220545678449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/03/sexbet.html' title='Sexbet'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SboJ9J910RI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ydib4Jbak78/s72-c/tv_how_i_met_your_mother03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-7939870438660858232</id><published>2009-03-12T14:32:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:49:38.848+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I stole a challenge.</title><content type='html'>I'm bored, so I'm taking this challenge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☆ Post a blog entry where you write 6 positive things about yourself!&lt;br /&gt;☆ Add a picture of yourself that you like.&lt;br /&gt;☆ Send the challenge on to 6 others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six positive things about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm awesome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm awesome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm awesome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm awesome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm awesome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm FUCKING awesome!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all the pictures I have of myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbkPju3cRBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/yLcCy0FbvAg/s1600-h/image-upload-17-720186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbkPju3cRBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/yLcCy0FbvAg/s320/image-upload-17-720186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312294342010618898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the picture I used to send an application to some norwegian reality show called "The Farm" (Farmen). I was drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbkPjygCsQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/XFEqFr0ph_U/s1600-h/Pingu+gammelt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbkPjygCsQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/XFEqFr0ph_U/s320/Pingu+gammelt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312294342986215682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is how I looked when I was a kid. Pretty awesome, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbkPj0nm1ZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8QRnrEH3Ss4/s1600-h/Pingu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbkPj0nm1ZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8QRnrEH3Ss4/s320/Pingu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312294343554815378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is how I look when I test beer (lots of beer) for the greater good of mankind. Still awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fuck me, I failed the challenge, I ain't gonna send it to other people. They can drag their asses in here and see how awesome I am and then steal the damn challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, that challenge was hard. Well, it's over now, and I'm still awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-7939870438660858232?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/7939870438660858232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=7939870438660858232&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/7939870438660858232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/7939870438660858232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-stole-challenge.html' title='I stole a challenge.'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbkPju3cRBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/yLcCy0FbvAg/s72-c/image-upload-17-720186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-2367483360873014377</id><published>2009-03-12T11:28:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:45:44.681+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia for the win!</title><content type='html'>Oh, fuck me from every possible angle, god! I've just had the most awesome nostalgia trip EVER! And I am willing to share it with you. Here's a list and pictures of some of my favourite games as a child! This is just a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjkW_KeS4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3KzmuJK6l8w/s1600-h/Adventures+of+Lomax+%5BU%5D+%5BSCUS-94906%5D-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjkW_KeS4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3KzmuJK6l8w/s320/Adventures+of+Lomax+%5BU%5D+%5BSCUS-94906%5D-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312246844047117186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lomax, one of the greatest games ever, I remember spending ALOT of time on this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjkXPuVuLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0sImZIHP__w/s1600-h/Black+Dawn+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00321%5D-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjkXPuVuLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0sImZIHP__w/s320/Black+Dawn+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00321%5D-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312246848492517554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't really remember too much from this, I just remember it was AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjkXLsHRZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KbqaDoeOCDw/s1600-h/Dragonheart+-+Fire+%26+Steel+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00226%5D-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjkXLsHRZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KbqaDoeOCDw/s320/Dragonheart+-+Fire+%26+Steel+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00226%5D-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312246847409440146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My first rental game ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjkXAt3TyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JK8_YhKtICU/s1600-h/Duke+Nukem+-+Total+Meltdown+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00355%5D-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjkXAt3TyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JK8_YhKtICU/s320/Duke+Nukem+-+Total+Meltdown+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00355%5D-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312246844463992610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I remember is boob flashing if you gave the bitches money! Perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjkhifOnTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/v1KcFO3XvD4/s1600-h/Final+Fantasy+VII+%5BDisc1of3%5D+%5BU%5D+%5BSCUS-94163%5D-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjkhifOnTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/v1KcFO3XvD4/s320/Final+Fantasy+VII+%5BDisc1of3%5D+%5BU%5D+%5BSCUS-94163%5D-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312247025328102706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh God, I just came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjkhvHGdQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RE_tPkCf--g/s1600-h/Final+Fantasy+VIII+%5BDisc1of4%5D+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00892%5D-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjkhvHGdQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RE_tPkCf--g/s320/Final+Fantasy+VIII+%5BDisc1of4%5D+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00892%5D-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312247028716565762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus, I fucking came again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjkXG73L9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Vbc_fmAsHvo/s1600-h/Final+Fantasy+IX+%5BDisc1of4%5D+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-01251%5D-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjkXG73L9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Vbc_fmAsHvo/s320/Final+Fantasy+IX+%5BDisc1of4%5D+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-01251%5D-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312246846133317586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, now there's seriously cum everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sbjkh9H8J_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/AdgbuMPsoqA/s1600-h/Herc%27s+Adventures+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00298%5D-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sbjkh9H8J_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/AdgbuMPsoqA/s320/Herc%27s+Adventures+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00298%5D-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312247032478181362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My first copied game, and it ROCKED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjkhwVChEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DzmyBp0zRv0/s1600-h/Impact+Racing+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00225%5D-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjkhwVChEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DzmyBp0zRv0/s320/Impact+Racing+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00225%5D-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312247029043463234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I got the honor to pick the best racing game ever, this would be it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjkiAjgfmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CN5rIHBaMv0/s1600-h/Kingsley%27s+Adventure+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00801%5D-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjkiAjgfmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CN5rIHBaMv0/s320/Kingsley%27s+Adventure+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00801%5D-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312247033399115362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I bought this for my sister, but after trying it, I kept it for myself. Childish, I know, but fuck you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjksPy-83I/AAAAAAAAAGg/LeMHv8ciNeU/s1600-h/Motor+Toon+Grand+Prix+%5BU%5D+%5BSCUS-94355%5D-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjksPy-83I/AAAAAAAAAGg/LeMHv8ciNeU/s320/Motor+Toon+Grand+Prix+%5BU%5D+%5BSCUS-94355%5D-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312247209289249650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This game beats Mario Kart and other toon racers down in the boots, pisses on them, takes a crap and puts out cigarettes on them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjksI5EhWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/o_SuezSVkvk/s1600-h/Pandemonium%21+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00232%5D-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjksI5EhWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/o_SuezSVkvk/s320/Pandemonium%21+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00232%5D-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312247207435732322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Took me some time to actually like this game, even more to complete it. Now, I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjksVa0XEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/aizlrN530PA/s1600-h/Point+Blank+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00481%5D-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjksVa0XEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/aizlrN530PA/s320/Point+Blank+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00481%5D-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312247210798505026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, the fun I had with this one, day in and day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjksTC-ViI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dVvDd5z7QNw/s1600-h/Rascal+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00542%5D-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjksTC-ViI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dVvDd5z7QNw/s320/Rascal+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00542%5D-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312247210161624610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This game was cool. Bubble guns equals aweseomeness (or at least it did when this game came).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjksYMHN9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Evc5yxCmS4s/s1600-h/Sled+Storm+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00955%5D-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjksYMHN9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Evc5yxCmS4s/s320/Sled+Storm+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00955%5D-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312247211542132690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This game screams awesome! Tricking on a sled, with Rob Zombie in the background - the man who made this game should have a medal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjkyYpAdeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6HFDmOoF7i4/s1600-h/Tomba%21+%5BU%5D+%5BSCUS-94236%5D-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjkyYpAdeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6HFDmOoF7i4/s320/Tomba%21+%5BU%5D+%5BSCUS-94236%5D-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312247314742539746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can a game get more random, but still be really fun? I doubt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjkyWWd9MI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LZvqfwEE7TI/s1600-h/Tekken+2+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00213%5D-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjkyWWd9MI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LZvqfwEE7TI/s320/Tekken+2+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00213%5D-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312247314127910082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, come on, this was easily the best in the series! I think I played the demo for a year or something until i finally got a hold of the real game! That means something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously, if you read/watched this, and you didn't cry, get an orgasm, a hard-on or at least wanted to play some of these games over again, then you, my friend, are a faggot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pingu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-2367483360873014377?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/2367483360873014377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=2367483360873014377&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/2367483360873014377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/2367483360873014377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-fuck-me-from-every-possible-angle.html' title='Nostalgia for the win!'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SbjkW_KeS4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3KzmuJK6l8w/s72-c/Adventures+of+Lomax+%5BU%5D+%5BSCUS-94906%5D-front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-3077227539596061735</id><published>2009-03-11T13:41:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:05:28.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for you, Pinng!</title><content type='html'>This article is for &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://helvett.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pinng&lt;/a&gt;. But feel free to read it even if that is not your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sbe0K2N-_ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZbW6mqSx9Pg/s1600-h/NONAME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sbe0K2N-_ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZbW6mqSx9Pg/s320/NONAME.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311912383952649618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Type your name if it's not &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://helvett.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pinng&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting an article written for you as one person, that is a big thing in my blog. To get me to write something because of YOU, that my friend, is not easy (unless you pay me). There are however ways to make this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have pissed me off, really bad (possibly by showing me your face).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You have impressed me with anything (Barely possible since I've seen it all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.You have done something retarded (like for instance: lived).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I just don't like you (skip this one, I don't like many people, which means I'd have to write about everyone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I like you (one person in the whole wide world fits this one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, number 5 is impossible if your name is not Irini and you are not my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I am contributing this article to &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://helvett.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pinng&lt;/a&gt;, is that he showed a particular interest in my “quest to complete all my games for the PS3”. This is a goal I have given myself, and it's about the retail games, not the ones downloaded from Playstation Network. I started this quest a while back, and to be honest, I haven't focused on it at all. I have completed two games of the ones I've had for a while and not completed. Viking: Battle for Asgard and Folklore. Both games are good games, I just haven't had the time to complete them since new games come out all the fucking time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sbe0k6R2fTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZP3VME4-Zwk/s1600-h/Viking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sbe0k6R2fTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZP3VME4-Zwk/s320/Viking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311912831719210290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sbe0Kj0O_jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QLomQeDRC7k/s1600-h/folklore-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sbe0Kj0O_jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QLomQeDRC7k/s320/folklore-cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311912379012808242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;The two games I've completed since I started this quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I'm GREAT at buying new games, focusing on nostalgia trips and drinking beer, this quest is very hard for me. But, I won't give up. I have 5-6 games that I haven't completed yet, and hundreds on my wish list. And of course, some games are longer than others, some games are more fun than others, I've even played some of my games 5-6 times from start to end without even thinking about the games I have yet to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people I know will think this article is boring. Fuck you. Most of the people I know don't even read this blog. Fuck you even more. And for those who actually read and comment, I suppose I like you, in some sort of retarded way. Don't get any hopes though, you are still far from number 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sbe0KulOrZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CNEG9nEBa3o/s1600-h/fuck_you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sbe0KulOrZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CNEG9nEBa3o/s320/fuck_you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311912381902663058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some old hot chick saying "fuck you" to you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Spanish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I also got questions about the reward for this quest. Since I am the one who came up with this quest, the logical rewards from myself to myself would be a good luxury masturbation while watching a good pornographic film with no anal. I really don't like anal. The most important thing is that there are lots of girls. Brunettes preferred, then redheads and then blondes. All shaved 100%. And... damn, I got carried away. Anyway, the reward is no such thing. The reward is pure and simple: nothing. I won't get anything from completing this quest. I will just have wasted lots of time on games that could've been better, on games that I don't really will feel like playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sbe0K0UC-2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/JtTvhOo36FU/s1600-h/NOTHING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sbe0K0UC-2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/JtTvhOo36FU/s320/NOTHING.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311912383441206114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing cost this guy 50 bucks, it will cose me a shitload of time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the question everyone (or no one) is asking themselves: “Then why the hell is he doing this? Is he fucking retarded or something?”. First of all, I am not retarded, you are. I do this because I want to, because I don't like to give up (“I WON'T GIVE UP!”), because I don't like being half-done with stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this satisfied &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://helvett.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pinng's&lt;/a&gt; mind. I am sorry if it didn't but then you could always watch some porn, with lots of girls, and sex, and no anal and... crap, it happened again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sbe0KuyfRBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jD0FULkYkOQ/s1600-h/naked_women_soccer_team.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sbe0KuyfRBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jD0FULkYkOQ/s320/naked_women_soccer_team.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311912381958276114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, this is a SOCCER team!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pingu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-3077227539596061735?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/3077227539596061735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=3077227539596061735&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/3077227539596061735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/3077227539596061735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-article-is-for-pinng.html' title='This one&apos;s for you, Pinng!'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sbe0K2N-_ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZbW6mqSx9Pg/s72-c/NONAME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-3914847480722552818</id><published>2009-03-11T09:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:02:00.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quest</title><content type='html'>I apologize for not blogging lately. I've been busy with my father. He had a heart attack (damn, that sounds nasty in English) and has been at the hospital the last week. So have I. He's back now, he's feeling good and there were no problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irini is back from London, she bought BioShock and Sonic Unleashed there, so I've been playing a lot lately. I also started on FarCry 2 (finally) and it's actually kind of awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My quest for completing all games I have for the PS3 has really started now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sbd5i7uvR0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/j4okMsPy9LM/s1600-h/QUEST.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sbd5i7uvR0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/j4okMsPy9LM/s400/QUEST.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311847926563030850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An illustration of me on a quest to complete all games!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completed Folklore the other day, and I recommend it to everyone that have it: Complete the game, the gameplay might not be awesome, but the story and the surroundings are breathtaking. I won't say more, but you will regret it if you don't listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have a nice day dipshits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-3914847480722552818?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/3914847480722552818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=3914847480722552818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/3914847480722552818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/3914847480722552818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/03/quest.html' title='Quest'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sbd5i7uvR0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/j4okMsPy9LM/s72-c/QUEST.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-2065694628948761059</id><published>2009-03-03T13:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:27:20.484+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I cried and I came.</title><content type='html'>I had my first crying moment in a while now. I was surfing around the internet when I came across a site with PSX (the original Playstation) games, and pictures of their covers, and oh my fucking god. It was a really awkward moment. I wont write more, just look at this and cry in joy with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sa0eT8t4eJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/10H66zNnX84/s1600-h/Doom+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00077%5D-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sa0eT8t4eJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/10H66zNnX84/s320/Doom+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00077%5D-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308932863804602514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the pictures I found which almost made me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-2065694628948761059?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/2065694628948761059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=2065694628948761059&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/2065694628948761059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/2065694628948761059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/03/cry-with-me.html' title='I cried and I came.'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sa0eT8t4eJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/10H66zNnX84/s72-c/Doom+%5BU%5D+%5BSLUS-00077%5D-front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-4391659600703592326</id><published>2009-03-02T09:44:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:16:02.715+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday morning.</title><content type='html'>Damn, this has been a hard weekend. I got off work early on Wednesday, and there my weekend started. Later that day a friend called me and asked if I wanted to join up with some buddies in Gule and drink. I was kinda sceptic at first, but then I figured: “What the hell, I have beer!”. I called a girl  I know (Johanne) and got her to join too. When me and Johanne arrived, no one was there. We just walked right in and was greeted by the dog, Balto. Seriously, this dog is one of the most awesome creatures I've ever seen – and he's in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SaughvRXr-I/AAAAAAAAACw/VP51ENX7VWc/s1600-h/BALTO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SaughvRXr-I/AAAAAAAAACw/VP51ENX7VWc/s320/BALTO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308513087271710690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SaujYkWqLeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zSsEjAAlkZ0/s1600-h/BALTO_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SaujYkWqLeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zSsEjAAlkZ0/s320/BALTO_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308516228257164770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Balto -&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://vilhelmsen.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ida's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dog (the most awesome creature in the world).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we started drinking and the host &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://vilhelmsen.wordpress.com/"&gt;(Ida)&lt;/a&gt; and her boyfriend showed up and joined. We emptied bottle after bottle with beer and liquor, we danced, we sang (Lips for the 360 sucks), we had great fun. We were only six people, but one hell of a gang that is! I spent the night there. The day after I got up early and drove Johanne to a meeting and went back to Gule. Sat down with my friends 360 and tried Tomb Raider Underworld. I didn't get to try it out too much, but the small bit I tried, it wasn't for me. I also tried Kung Fu Panda, which is as great as every other child games based on animated films. The multi player was great fun though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SauhvXgN5cI/AAAAAAAAADo/8Jv_puXd-wk/s1600-h/LIPS+360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SauhvXgN5cI/AAAAAAAAADo/8Jv_puXd-wk/s320/LIPS+360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308514420921329090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sauhy8GuCDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BRMhvRX2siA/s1600-h/tomb_raider_u_xbox360_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Sauhy8GuCDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BRMhvRX2siA/s320/tomb_raider_u_xbox360_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308514482286102578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SauhulSMHSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BJlanui9QJY/s1600-h/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SauhulSMHSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BJlanui9QJY/s320/cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308514407440719138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SauhvfurGII/AAAAAAAAADw/1XBwMuk0G6w/s1600-h/MASS-EFFECT-COVER_965063a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SauhvfurGII/AAAAAAAAADw/1XBwMuk0G6w/s320/MASS-EFFECT-COVER_965063a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308514423129446530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lips, Tomb Raider Underworld, Kung Fu Panda and Mass Effect covers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with my father and went for some “potato ball” (which is epic food here in Norway). After dinner we went back to the party place and my friend started Mass Effect. I've completed it (brilliant game) and saw that he was near the end. I forced him to play and he reached the last boss. He didn't really inflict any damage on the boss at all, so he just gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SaughkdMHyI/AAAAAAAAACo/RmciUYt4aMA/s1600-h/248012-potetball-200-m-og-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SaughkdMHyI/AAAAAAAAACo/RmciUYt4aMA/s320/248012-potetball-200-m-og-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308513084368494370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is how a potato ball dish looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided that they were to come to my place and hang out. We went, picked up Johanne and got home. We played a little Guitar Hero, and I showed them Fable 2 and then they went home. I was kinda bored with Fable 2, since I've played it WAY to much the last time now. So I started Gears of War. I lost all track of time since Gears of War is a good game. And I completed the game the day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SauhvDx962I/AAAAAAAAADg/CJjGKukSpu0/s1600-h/Gears+of+War+crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SauhvDx962I/AAAAAAAAADg/CJjGKukSpu0/s320/Gears+of+War+crew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308514415627070306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The crew in Gears of War.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Friday was kinda chill. Logged on MSN and found out that a friend of mine that was going to join drinking on Saturday had nothing to do. I told him he could drag his ass and Eternal Sonata over to me. And he did. Eternal Sonata is probably the best JRPG for the PS3 system at this time, and it's awesome! After I completed Gears of War I continued with Blue Dragon. I got from Disc 1 to Disc 3 this weekend, and I know that I am close to the end now, so I just fly around and kill stuff. Also a friend of mine brought his N64 and Zelda :Ocarina of time. We had a real fun night with gaming and a film with Steven Seagal in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Saugh80JRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/VlPBtnXqKxs/s1600-h/Blue_dragon_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Saugh80JRHI/AAAAAAAAADA/VlPBtnXqKxs/s320/Blue_dragon_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308513090907227250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SaugiLPsmXI/AAAAAAAAADI/e2T4HSd-Vfs/s1600-h/Blue_dragon_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SaugiLPsmXI/AAAAAAAAADI/e2T4HSd-Vfs/s320/Blue_dragon_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308513094780885362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two epic pictures from Blue Dragon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SauhuldwgwI/AAAAAAAAADY/MxOj58WFoEo/s1600-h/Eternal+Sonata+fight+scene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SauhuldwgwI/AAAAAAAAADY/MxOj58WFoEo/s320/Eternal+Sonata+fight+scene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308514407489241858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From a fighting scene in Eternal Sonata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up around 11-12 the day after, sat down and started playing again. Clock ticked, and we started to get hungry. We went to the store to pick up some food and beer (since we were going out drinking). We figured: What the hell, let's start drinking ASAP. Got home from the store around 2pm and started drinking. We drank and played games until around 7pm when we were picked up for the party we were going to. Way to many people bailed on this night, and they should regret, 'cause this was one of the most awesome nights in the history of drinking! (You know who you are!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept drinking until 6am and went to bed. That's 16 hours of drinking, and holy fuck it was awesome. Too bad for you that I don't know the people who took pictures this night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually get up around 10 am (I set the alarm even in weekends), but this Sunday I said “fuck you” to the alarm clock and slept until 2pm. Got up and started gaming. Didn't stop until around 12-1am and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Saugh6uCmRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UMsgKS3r7nc/s1600-h/big+alarm+clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/Saugh6uCmRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UMsgKS3r7nc/s320/big+alarm+clock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308513090344753426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A picture of me, saying "fuck you" to the alarm clock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a random text, and the spelling and grammar surely sucks. But what the hell, it's Monday morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-4391659600703592326?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/4391659600703592326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=4391659600703592326&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/4391659600703592326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/4391659600703592326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-morning.html' title='Monday morning.'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SaughvRXr-I/AAAAAAAAACw/VP51ENX7VWc/s72-c/BALTO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-3565931451266471943</id><published>2009-02-23T18:59:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:07:20.577+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuns in porn...</title><content type='html'>… are a rare sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SaLk6gwG-mI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-jDihD3_Spg/s1600-h/NUNS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SaLk6gwG-mI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-jDihD3_Spg/s320/NUNS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306055004871129698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the bus right now, on my way home to an empty apartment. Irini is on vacation in London with her mother, so I have to watch two mailboxes, two apartments and possibly a house with two cats later this week. Anyway, I'm kinda looking forward to spending some days alone, I think it will do me good, and Irini. Not that we have problems, but we kinda have to learn how it is to spend time apart, 'cause if we are staying together for as long as we think, and getting the jobs we're aiming for – we won't get to spend everyday and all time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it'll be much better to see each other after such a long time apart (it's a fucking week, grow up!). And not to mention the sex we shall have when she returns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this isn't supposed to be about our private life. It's supposed to be about my private life! I saw Yes Man yesterday – one of the most hilarious films I've seen in a long long time. Won't say anything else about it. You have to see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SaLk7GegM7I/AAAAAAAAACY/qNRbtybNuNc/s1600-h/Yes+Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SaLk7GegM7I/AAAAAAAAACY/qNRbtybNuNc/s320/Yes+Man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306055014997832626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A picture from Yes Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out today, that I've been using WAY too much money on games. That kinda sucks. We're now talking about games that aren't mainstream and hyped, games that I won't buy on release, games that people don't know about, games like Dragonball Z, Conan, Folklore and such as (ha-ha). I've been spending 600nok (approx 60GBP) on each game I've bought. I've heard people talking about this site (even Irini) called Play.com. But I've never taken a look at it – that is, until today! I was sitting with my mouth wide open looking at the prices and the text saying “Free Delivery”. It was amazing, it was like paradise for poor gamers, I spent an hour just looking at games and prices. So awesome. My pants literally formed a tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the good news today (except getting my bitch to London) – I get two days off work this week, possibly two and a half if I'm a good guy and work hard (which I always do). Not sure if I'm going to get home and babysit the cats for mother, or if I'm staying in Molde just to chill out and eat lunch with Rose (yeah, the guy that's no longer SECRETLY in love with me). We'll see when that time comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I might have mentioned some of this shit in an earlier text, but don't be scared, they aren't the same, and all of them are worth reading (at least I think so).I think I mentioned something about a RAVE PARTEY too. And also I promised some friends to join them in getting drunk this weekend, and that we could get drunk at my place. I'm not so sure about that, I hate when people get me drunk by no stopping me from pouring liquor down mu throat. Anyhow, we'll see when the time comes. I know these people, and they won't ask me about anything until the day the actual drinking is taking place, often after the shops are closed. And they don't read my blog, so I don't really give a rats ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering to visit Osckars grave this week/weekend too. A very good friend of mine that died in a car accident on new years eve. Not much has been the same since. I don't want to write more about it though, makes me sad just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice “until-the-next-time-you-read-something-new-on-this-blog” then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SaLk7alJsAI/AAAAAAAAACg/BigXA-xluk4/s1600-h/Damn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SaLk7alJsAI/AAAAAAAAACg/BigXA-xluk4/s320/Damn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306055020394426370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pingu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-3565931451266471943?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/3565931451266471943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=3565931451266471943&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/3565931451266471943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/3565931451266471943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/02/nuns-in-porn.html' title='Nuns in porn...'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SaLk6gwG-mI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-jDihD3_Spg/s72-c/NUNS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-6532578917307313964</id><published>2009-02-23T08:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:00:09.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if everyone has gotten it in their heads yet, but I have moved back in with Irini, and therefore I have to update my list of games, I haven't gotten around to do that yet - guess I'll have time today, since Irini left for London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted you all to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-6532578917307313964?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/6532578917307313964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=6532578917307313964&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/6532578917307313964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/6532578917307313964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/02/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-4079051627663188522</id><published>2009-02-19T16:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T16:36:02.485+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RAVE PARTEY!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I seriously don't know what's wrong with me today. I really feel like writing, and I've started using pictures. The reason to why I'm writing one more text today is that I forgot to mention some shit in the previous text. Oh, and I also forgot to call y'all dipshits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that's out of the way I can carry on. At the moment I'm on the bus, listening to The Black Mages (metal versions of Final Fantasy music, and Nobuo Uematsu is actually in the band!). It's awesome music, if people have the same taste in music as I have (which I doubt, 'cause my taste in music is FUCKED up. I can listen to everything, I just have to be in the correct mood. But usually it's metal, or something combined with metal, like Final Fantasy music, Irish drinking music or even classical pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SZ178UhM7HI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KDhh6JPb6dk/s1600-h/Black+mages+%28blog%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SZ178UhM7HI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KDhh6JPb6dk/s320/Black+mages+%28blog%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304532212342647922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is The Black Mages!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some of the stuff I forgot to mention in my previous text (which was also posted today, and which you should also read). I've gotten around to see the new GTA IV downloadable content. I can't remember the name, but you're a biker and you own a gang (kinda get a flashback to San Andreas). There are of course standard GTA missions, but also now a whole new feature: GANG WAR! ..oh, wait, fuck, they've already done that, in GTA San Andreas. Well, I thought it was fun then, so I think it's awesome now! Also, I like killing people.... in GTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SZ178uhf-xI/AAAAAAAAACA/yjMq6ezKTPg/s1600-h/GTA+IV+expansion+%28blog%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SZ178uhf-xI/AAAAAAAAACA/yjMq6ezKTPg/s320/GTA+IV+expansion+%28blog%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304532219323218706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The main character in the GTA IV expansion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to follow so much on the story though, as I watched The Host at the same time as a friend of mine played. But I saw enough too see that I would have liked it if I were to buy GTA IV on the Xbox 360. That's doubtful though, as I have it on the PS3 system (and my guess is that when Rockstar see how much profit they make out of this, they'll release it for the PS3 too)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I like this music. Right now I'm listening to “Maybe I'm a Lion” from Final Fantasy VIII. And that reminds me – FFXIII (or Final Fantasy 13) might be pushed forward to 2009 again! Holy crap, my pants exploded in exciteness (yeah, I know it's not a word dipshit, so fucking what?) when I heard that! I'm really looking forward to it after all the videos I've seen. Since the series has kept a high standard from start to, well, now – my guess is that they will continue doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was supposed to get home to an apartment that looked like Hiroshima (just after the A-bombs fell), but I got a phone call from Irini, she said she's cleaned most of it, only the dishes left, and I can do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero Punctuation (my favourite game reviewer @ http://www.escapistmagazine.com) reviewed SKATE 2 today. And the only thing I really want to do now is get home, get my jeans of, get into something more comfortable, get my pizza in the oven, turn on my PS3 system, start SKATE 2, and just roll with it 'til bedtime! But no, guess what – I have to fucking raid today, 'cause I couldn't join last night. “Too many mages online.”, bullshit I say, it's probably just 'cause I have an STD. And they cleared the whole fucking Naxx in one night of course. So I really have to join tonight. I really want to play SKATE 2 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I only have a three day week too, that's awesome, though it sucks 'cause Irini's in London looking up schools. So I'm all by my self, alone, lonely, in an apartment, an apartment to myself, all alone in a nice apartment.... RAVE PARTEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also applied for school this year. Me and two of my best friends in Molde. And today I found out that Lars (my fellow writer over at Stierbumsenscheisse) has applied for the same school! Do I smell a comeback? Man, think of all the great stuff we can test! Think about it, where at school again, 20 hours a week. And the school consists of ALMOST only girls (well, jailbait, to be precise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm halfway home, bored as fucking hell (don't know how that's possible at all, but whatever). I don't think I have more on my heart now. I would really like it if people startet reading my blog. Kinda sucks to know that only a few people actually know about me. I mean, since I'm an awesome writer and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pingu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-4079051627663188522?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/4079051627663188522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=4079051627663188522&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/4079051627663188522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/4079051627663188522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/02/rave-partey.html' title='RAVE PARTEY!'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SZ178UhM7HI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KDhh6JPb6dk/s72-c/Black+mages+%28blog%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-5460913172357243826</id><published>2009-02-19T12:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:38:08.408+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"This is so exciting!"</title><content type='html'>So, it's been a while. Well, there's been a lot of stuff going on. Or, not really, but there have been time consuming stuff going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I was kicked out by Irini (she refuses to call it kicking out, but I kinda like the sound of it) one Saturday, 'cause she was going to have a girl party. Anyway, I accepted and made plans myself. Called a friend of mine, we call HIM: Rose. He said yes, 'cause he's secretly in love with me, which isn't a secret any more, 'cause I just posted it on the internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I packed the stuff I thought I would need and drove all the way to Rose. Figured we'd see a film or two after a delightful dinner made by his mother. The first film we saw was “Battle in Seattle” which was about a HUGE protest against an even LARGER world organization. The film was very touching, and it showed how fucked up the world really is – so to everyone out there who thinks the world is a good place, see that film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SZ1DK6n_QFI/AAAAAAAAABI/awrc7a38wGQ/s1600-h/Battle+in+seattle+%28blog%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SZ1DK6n_QFI/AAAAAAAAABI/awrc7a38wGQ/s320/Battle+in+seattle+%28blog%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304469790927044690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A picture from "Battle in Seattle".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other film we saw was some kind of Hostel-ish film, can't remember the name at the moment. It was okay, seen better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the films we decided to take an IQ test (I have no idea how we figured that out) together. We got a pretty good score, way over average. Then we started discussing IQ, logics and reasons. I found out something really interesting that night; EVERYTHING has a reason, no matter what, nothing happens without a reason. Now, don't you go misunderstanding me, this is no religious reason, or no “because if it didn't happen the world would end”-reason. Take for instance, I was going to prove to him that not everything happens for a reason, so I punched him. But before I got to say anything, the word “FUCK” jumped out of my mouth (it sounds kind of random when I tell it now). I figured I'd punch him without a reason, but then again, the reason I punched him was to show him there was no reason! You get my drift? Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other exciting stuff that has happened? Well, I've been sick for about a week. No idea how to spell this in English, but the doctors suggested that I had “Akutt Tonsilitt”. I looked it up on google and figured out it was some bacteria in my lungs. I got some antibiotics for it and took the cure all the way out. Couple of days ago Irini called me while I was on my way home – and guess what – we had Chlamydia. We're on a cure right now, so we should be fine any time now. But fuck – two antibiotics treats in a week? That's a new record for me being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SZ1DK-4VRqI/AAAAAAAAABA/tac2vK_U3TA/s1600-h/Antibiotics+%28blog%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SZ1DK-4VRqI/AAAAAAAAABA/tac2vK_U3TA/s320/Antibiotics+%28blog%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304469792069338786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antibiotics (looks almost like the ones I was on).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaming news, I bought Fable 2 (Xbox 360), Gears of War (Xbox 360), God of War Chains of Olympus (PSP), Prince of Persia (PS3), Super Sonic Acrobatic Rocket Powered Battle-Cars (PS3), Burnout something something (PSP) and another copy of SKATE 2 so that me and Irini can play onlie with/against each other. Skate 2 is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SZ1DKyEclGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cPMaAqCko48/s1600-h/Fable+2+%28blog%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SZ1DKyEclGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cPMaAqCko48/s320/Fable+2+%28blog%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304469788630488162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SZ1DLKL7TYI/AAAAAAAAABY/rLk879KuKP8/s1600-h/Gears+of+War+%28blog%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SZ1DLKL7TYI/AAAAAAAAABY/rLk879KuKP8/s320/Gears+of+War+%28blog%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304469795104312706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SZ1DLSraLrI/AAAAAAAAABg/64Y2pazVEDo/s1600-h/God+of+War+%28blog%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SZ1DLSraLrI/AAAAAAAAABg/64Y2pazVEDo/s320/God+of+War+%28blog%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304469797383843506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SZ1D8p3uvPI/AAAAAAAAABo/cXMs4SrWML8/s1600-h/PoP+%28blog%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SZ1D8p3uvPI/AAAAAAAAABo/cXMs4SrWML8/s320/PoP+%28blog%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304470645423127794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SZ1D8mJ3b4I/AAAAAAAAABw/n2feJh7p9BQ/s1600-h/Skate+2+%28blog%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SZ1D8mJ3b4I/AAAAAAAAABw/n2feJh7p9BQ/s320/Skate+2+%28blog%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304470644425453442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some of the games I've gotten this last period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about all the exciting shit that has happened to me lately. If anyone knows anything else, please tell me. I'm back at work, feeling almost great. I've cleared all of the Wrath of the Lich King raid content. I've spent too many hours sleeping when I could have been gaming – the usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot I saw the most awesome rubbish English dubbed Korean horror film yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;I recommend it to no one, 'cause it sucked, but I also recommend it to everyone, 'cause the acting and the dubbing was insanely funny to watch, and the story was actually quite good. This film is called "The Host" (2006).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pingu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-5460913172357243826?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/5460913172357243826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=5460913172357243826&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/5460913172357243826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/5460913172357243826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-so-exciting.html' title='&quot;This is so exciting!&quot;'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SZ1DK6n_QFI/AAAAAAAAABI/awrc7a38wGQ/s72-c/Battle+in+seattle+%28blog%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-3582522214470927565</id><published>2009-02-05T08:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:05:48.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I the only one who hate taking the bus?</title><content type='html'>I mean, it's not that bad IF you have some music or something. I take the bus for one and a half hour twice everyday. That's three hours on a bus, everyday. Why do I do this you ask? Well, it's kind of simple – I love Irini, and if I sacrifice three hours a day on a bus, I get to see her everyday and sleep with her every night. And it's fucking worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wasn't supposed to write about her, 'cause who gives a crap about women, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my three hours a day on the bus. The bus I take in the morning isn't too bad, there's a random dude I've talked with sometime when I've been bored, some other random dude and the last period there's been some hawt milf taking it too. I usually bring my PSP, so I don't have to listen to all the god damn (sorry for the blasphemy) bullshit people talk about. Yesterday I forgot to charge it, so it was all out of batteries today. I figured this wasn't too bad, since I can just sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning bus went well, I slept like a hundred times during this trip. Oh, I forgot to mention, the morning bus doesn't go all the way to work, I sit on it for about 20 minutes (sleep), then I have to take a ferry for 15-20 minutes (send a text message to Irini (still my girlfriend)) then there's the last half hour where I sleep again. Ok, it's not one and  half hour, but it's close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the bus this morning went great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I work all day, actually had a lot to do today, and that's quite fun, I love doing stuff I like (obviously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine came by my office the last part of my day and we talked bullshit like usual. He was waiting for another friend of us to come pick him up (we call this friend for Baily McBailster, 'cause he bails on us all the fucking time). He actually showed this time, a little late, but he showed. I didn't mind that he was late, 'cause that meant I could get a free ride down town to the bus station. And I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at this EXACT moment, I'm on the bus, on my way home to Irini (who's still my girlfriend). And I'm looking forward to get home. I'm going to try out the Resident Evil 5 demo, and the Eternal Sonata demo. I've also applied for a raid guild on World of Warcraft, and got accepted, so for those of you that actually know what the hell I'm talking about – I'm probably doing my first 25 man Naxxramas today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned earlier, I don't have my PSP with me, and I love listening in on others conversation, just so that I can write here in my blog that people are retards! (Wow, “blog” isn't a word – OpenOffice agrees with me). Today wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be though. I thought this article would be full of hate 'cause of ugly girls talking about how they almost fooled around with this awesome guy this weekend (who's actually just retarded too). Or the dude that thinks he's awesome and gets like a hundred text messages every half hour. Or the dude in a suit that talks in his super awesome new cellphone (Nokia xyz 530001i or some shit). Also we have the alcoholics, who always takes their places in the back of the bus, close to me. And they smell like dog piss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a small part of the stuff I come over when I take this bus. It's kind of fun, judging other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it actually sounds like I like taking the bus, well I don't. I'd give everything to get my hands on some music... Wait.. FUCK! I have my computer on my lap – why should I give a fuck if anyone gets annoyed by my music? People in general annoy me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, problem solved – peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-3582522214470927565?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/3582522214470927565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=3582522214470927565&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/3582522214470927565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/3582522214470927565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/02/am-i-only-one-who-hate-taking-bus.html' title='Am I the only one who hate taking the bus?'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-2302372609205501904</id><published>2009-01-27T13:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:37:06.132+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not having any ideas at all... sucks!</title><content type='html'>So, this weekend was a rough one. My plans was to sit at home, chill out with a couple of beers and just relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, friday was ok, I had a pizza, a few beers and finally got to play SKATE 2, that was about all I did that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was supposed to be like friday, but hell no. Me and Irini was asked to join a few people to the movies, so we went and saw Twilight (not a bad movie actually). While the movie was playing, I was invited to two different parties. Also a friend tried to call me, I guess he was to invite me to another one, so make it three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to give two of them a call, and figure out some way to get them at one place. I wasn't really too excited about going drinking, as I had planned to chill out. Anyway, after I figured out who was having the parties I got kind of excited anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we all ended up drinking, and at least me and a friend kept it going 'til almost 8 am sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was kind of chill, got home to Irini around 3.30 pm, Rose was there, we all chilled out and  Watched Pineapple Express (which is an EPIC movie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's the weekend for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I knew you'd get that – I actually bought SKATE 2 on release, but didn't get to play it until Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people say that SKATE 2 wasn't as good as it should be. I don't know, I really enjoy it. The only thing that bugged me was that it wasn't possible to go backwards when off the board, except when you were moving an object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKATE 2 is a great game, if you liked SKATE, you must get SKATE 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I kinda just wanted to do a blog article. I dunno why, but here it is. And it sucks, 'cause I don't know what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started working out though, but more on that some other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-2302372609205501904?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/2302372609205501904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=2302372609205501904&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/2302372609205501904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/2302372609205501904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-having-any-ideas-at-all-sucks.html' title='Not having any ideas at all... sucks!'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-3795205994905914729</id><published>2009-01-23T23:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:50:27.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SEX</title><content type='html'>I JUST HAD IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-3795205994905914729?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/3795205994905914729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=3795205994905914729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/3795205994905914729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/3795205994905914729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/01/sex.html' title='SEX'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-4054340555702458085</id><published>2009-01-16T12:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:57:51.281+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck it, I'm bored!</title><content type='html'>Holy Hell, it's winter. It's fucking cold outside, and that's a damn good reason to stay inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to celebrate. I am going to celebrate that I'm moving back in with Irini. So, I'm going to get drunk with some friends and play World of Warcraft and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten both good and bad news today. I'll take the bad news first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy XIII has gotten the release date 2010. A year from now. And this kind of pisses me off. I've been a fan of the FF series since I tried it for the first time (Final Fantasy VII). I've been given 2009 as the release date since early 2008, and I've been waiting, waiting and waiting. And guess what? I'll have to wait another god damned year! Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got the good news, Mafia 2 isn't to far away, and I saw the most awesome trailer ever. Best par was when a person (probably one of, if not the, man character(s) was in church and went to confess! As you know, it's “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned”, instead he said “Bless me Father, for I have sinned”. It isn't so funny when I write it, but sure as hell was when I saw the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I've found out that I'm buying Killzone 2! I've kept myself away from all the hype and read as little as I could about it, so this will be very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Skate 2 demo is also out on the PSN for downloading, I haven't gotten a chance to try it yet, 'cause of the damn internet connection at home. I'll probably try it today though. Irini thought it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this article was pretty much about games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I've finally explored the possibilities of Google for the first time. It's actually kind of awesome. I've also found out stuff about Pidgin and shit, it's been kind of a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My writing skills are bad at the moment, so I won't bother you more (as if anyone's reading this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw the world and see you lucky few readers around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-4054340555702458085?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/4054340555702458085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=4054340555702458085&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/4054340555702458085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/4054340555702458085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuck-it-im-bored.html' title='Fuck it, I&apos;m bored!'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-1727820333120190302</id><published>2009-01-06T10:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:52:08.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'>GTA IV - Good or bad game?</title><content type='html'>I've just read on some norwegian news sites about the best game of the year 2008 etc. And GTA IV is on many lists there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I read what people are saying in the comments.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“GTA IV sucks”, “GTA IV is more the worst game of the year than the best”, “GTA IV was to serious”, “I liked GTA SA because you could cock around and have fun!”, “I put away GTA IV halfway into the game, 'cause it was boring” (How did he know he was halfway anyway?), “The missions were okay, but after that it was dead boring”, “It's not possible to have fun in Liberty City for the third time”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you know what my answer would be to those guys? Fuck you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GTA IV was and is an excellent game. The graphics are nice, the gameplay is nice, the story is nice and the stuff you can do outside of stories are nice!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And what is this about “not having the possibility to cock around”? I for one love to walk up behind some old smug and shoot him/her in the leg and watch the person try to escape, and guess what… I shoot him/her in the other leg too. Now the person is lying there, still healthy but no possiblity to run - bring forth the shotgun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the cars - the controlling of the cars is genious imo. I love escaping the cops, I love e-braking around tight corners, I like driving through tight spaces between cars and I love jumping. And what is not fun about driving on the sidewalk and watch people fly in all directions and blood on your hood? I mean, I might sound psycho, but hell I think it's awesome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And motorcycles - what's not fun about crashing in to a low car and fly hundreds of yards and bang your head into a brick wall? What's not fun about driving aroun on a motorcycle shooting people through car windows and watching the carns turn away from you just before you hit it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the missions - Ì loved the missions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And getting drunk with friends, playing pool, darts, watching stand-up (hell I love Kat Williams).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and one of my favourite things to do - run in to the hospital and kill EVERYONE that sits in there and wait for the cops, just so you can stand behind a corner with a shotgun and kill them too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's a lot of stuff to do, and it's GREAT fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, I almost forgot - getting drunk IRL while playing GTA IV is VERY fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So to all you who can say GTA IV is boring, too serious and don't have much to do - fuck you, over and over again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Pingu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-1727820333120190302?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/1727820333120190302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=1727820333120190302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/1727820333120190302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/1727820333120190302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2009/01/gta-iv-good-or-bad-game.html' title='GTA IV - Good or bad game?'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-3131936259685782493</id><published>2008-12-24T21:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:58:10.845+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry fucking christmas!</title><content type='html'>Well, as none of you probably know, I'm spending christmas with the most beautiful girl in the world, my girl! We got up early, around 11 am. We had a chill day, watched a few episodes of LOST and had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 5 pm we went to her grandparents for some lovely christmas dinner and got home around 6-7. We started opening presents, and here's what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17x pairs of socks&lt;br /&gt;4x pairs of boxers&lt;br /&gt;A nice red and black indoor jacket&lt;br /&gt;1200 Norwegian kroner&lt;br /&gt;Shampoo and deo&lt;br /&gt;A cookbook&lt;br /&gt;A set of cooking equipment&lt;br /&gt;Perfume&lt;br /&gt;A necklace&lt;br /&gt;A giftcard for a clothing store&lt;br /&gt;Some candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but not least - great fucking sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this has probably been the best christmas ever for my part. I feel a little sorry for my family who didn't/won't get to see me at all until sometime in january.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm having a great christmas, I hope y'all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry fucking christmas, and a damn happy new year from me to all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I love you Irini &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-3131936259685782493?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/3131936259685782493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=3131936259685782493&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/3131936259685782493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/3131936259685782493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-fucking-christmas.html' title='Merry fucking christmas!'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-2013779721744689176</id><published>2008-12-06T02:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T15:44:06.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy fucking christ</title><content type='html'>Leaving the computer on is not something you should do when you're having a party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-2013779721744689176?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/2013779721744689176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=2013779721744689176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/2013779721744689176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/2013779721744689176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/12/hly-fucking-christ.html' title='Holy fucking christ'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-6898469220788897930</id><published>2008-11-28T09:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T09:05:00.954+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Games games and more games</title><content type='html'>It's been too long since I've written now. I don't know why, but I do have theories. My first theory is that it has something to do with me buying Fallout 3 and Tom Clancy's Endwar at the same time. I haven't even been bothered to open Endwar yet, 'cause Fallout 3 is taking me a really fucking long time to complete. That might have something to do with me trying to get all the trophies in LittleBigPlanet, or it might have something to do with the new expansion for World of Warcraft that has been released. That's right, Wrath of the Lich King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn't really come as a surprise that I've started playing World of Warcraft again. At least not to those who know me. I've even gotten so far that I've written a “review” about it (the original World of Warcraft and The Burning Crusade, not Wrath of the Lich King). It's in Norwegian though, but I can probably translate it if that's something you'd like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said earlier that I had many theories to why I haven't written anything yet. Well, I guess that was bullshit. Looks like all the reasons connect to each other, so I only have that one theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over to World of Warcraft again. The only reason I've started was probably to try Wrath of The Lich King, and see if there were improvements. It has improved, really. I haven't bothered to go to Northrend yet (the new continent). I've been too busy trying out the new and only “Hero Class”; Death Knight. It's an awesome class and I love playing it. I've also started a new character at Talnivarr where I play with some friends. Was thinking about levelling a mage from 1-80, and it's going pretty well. A fire mage of course. Nothing is more satisfying than lighting things on fire all the time . Fire is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said earlier, I haven't been bothered with opening Endwar yet, even though that game was number one on my wish list, and I actually have it now. Fallout 3 is just taking too damn long. Don't get me wrong now, it's a fucking great game. I love RPGs, and RPGs with weapons like assault rifles and hunting rifles is a great idea. Of course, it's damn satisfying to run around with a baseball bat or a metal pipe and hit people in the head as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endwar is a game you can play with your voice only (it is also possible too use the controller only, or both). You use a microphone (yeah, I know, no shit, right?) and give commands, and your little bitches on the screen do what you tell them. If you tell them to blow up a building they do it, if you tell them to nuke at a small group of men, they do it. It's legendary. Sadly I've only played the demo, but I have the full game. I'll try to get the time to complete it soon. I just have to finish what I started on Fallout 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all I had to say today (or at least for now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I think cursing in English is fucking awesome! I don't know why, it just sounds good (in my head that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pingu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-6898469220788897930?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/6898469220788897930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=6898469220788897930&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/6898469220788897930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/6898469220788897930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/11/games-games-and-more-games.html' title='Games games and more games'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-5791307728640445172</id><published>2008-11-12T09:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:21:10.225+01:00</updated><title type='text'>English anyone?</title><content type='html'>I'm considering english for this blog. It has an english URL, and I hope I'll start write for &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.thesixthaxis.com/"&gt;http://www.thesixthaxis.com&lt;/a&gt; anytime soon (if they like my work that is). And more peeps might read it if it's in english, and that might mean more comments. Tell me what you think, 'cause I don't want to write more in english if no one thinks it's a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my english suck at the moment, but I'm hoping it'll get better as time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pingu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-5791307728640445172?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/5791307728640445172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=5791307728640445172&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/5791307728640445172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/5791307728640445172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/11/english-anyone.html' title='English anyone?'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-5695057510628775062</id><published>2008-11-06T10:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:37:19.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Avhengighet av spill</title><content type='html'>Jeg fatter og begriper ikke hvordan man kan bli avhengig av ET spill. Jeg skal ærlig innrømme at jeg føler meg avhengig av å spille, ikke hver dag, ikke hver uke, men nå og da. Har jeg andre ting å gjøre som jeg mener er viktig så er det prioritert. Venner og Irini er også noe jeg prioriterer over spilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har selv spilt World of Warcraft i en del år nå, og jeg spiller det enda, men det er så lite at det er ikke godt for noe. Jeg var aldri avhengig av å spille det heller, jeg brukte det mest fordi kompiser av meg spilte, og det er gøy å spille sammen med andre. Ellers var det tidsfordriv, for det er sant at det fort går et par timer om man setter seg inn i WoW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det verste jeg vet er foreldre som nekter barna sine å spille. Hva er galt med det? Tenk på hvor mye man faktisk kan lære av spill! I World of Warcraft kan man lære seg økonomi, man lærer seg folkeskikk, man lærer seg at folk ikke alltid er snille, og at man ikke skal stole på fremmede. Man lærer seg faktisk sånn halvveis hvordan verden fungerer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Og hva er galt med å gå litt ut av virkeligheten og inn i en annen verden der alt faktisk er bedre, nå og da? Selvsagt, når det blir 16 timer om dagen så har man et problem, men det GÅR OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg sier: la ungene spille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.dagbladet.no/art/spillavhengighet/pc-spill/3645258/"&gt;De rådene som står på dagbladet er jo bare helt fjerne.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det skal ikke være nødvendig å føre forhandlinger med foreldrene sine for å få lov til å spille, dette fører bare til utpressing, snikspilling og mer krangling. Dersom ungen har en egen PC, la stakkaren spille, sørg bare for at han går på skole/jobb uansett hvor lenge han sitter oppe, så lærer han fort at det er feil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pingu ut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-5695057510628775062?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/5695057510628775062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=5695057510628775062&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/5695057510628775062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/5695057510628775062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/11/avhengighet-av-spill.html' title='Avhengighet av spill'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-2874417620285859249</id><published>2008-11-05T12:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:52:49.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DERFOR er JEG gamer!</title><content type='html'>Min favoritt sjanger innen spill er nok RPG (Role Playing Game), altså et spill hvor du setter deg skikkelig inn i rollen til en person og får vite utrolig mye om denne personen og følger denne personen (for det meste) gjennom hele spillet. Til slutt så føler du at du vet så mye at du faktisk er denne personen (ikke ta dett for bokstavlig nå da). Du knytter liksom et spesielt bånd til denne personen. Gode RPG spill har alltid en bra historie, og den er utrolig digg å følge med på.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg liker også 3PS (Third Person Shooter) og FPS (First Person Shooter) spill ganske godt. Mange påstår at det er ”umulig” å sikte med spakene på en konsoll kontroller, men det er det ikke, det er bare en vanesak, på samme måte som mus og tastatur. De klager mest på at det er vanskelig å presisjons sikte, og det er det, men skal spill være enkle da? Mange klager også på at det tar for lang tid å snu seg – vel, mange FPS spill har en egen knapp for å ta en 180 grader, og det går som regel kjapt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg liker også bilspill, både realistiske (Gran Turismo, Forza) og urealistiske (Wipeout, Burnout, MotorStorm). Jeg liker veldig godt ”sandbox” spill – altså spill som GTA og Saints Row, der du ikke behøver å følge historien hele tiden, men du kan kjøre rundt å bare leke deg i en hel stor by, det er nesten ikke grenser for hva du kan gjøre i nyere versjoner av disse spillene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg liker i grunn alle typer spill, til en viss grad så klart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grunnen til at jeg skriver dette er at jeg tenkte jeg skulle fortelle dere hvorfor JEG liker å spille, for det er MANGE som påstår at det er unødvendig, bortkastet og teit. Vel, det mener ikke jeg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grunnen til at jeg liker å spille RPG spill: Å leve seg bort i en annen verden, å ”være” en annen person, det er ikke noe du får gjort på andre måter (jeg tror ikke på hypnose, og om det fungerer så er du fortsatt bare den ene personen). I RPG spill ser det også sjelden ut som det gjør rundt oss, det er som oftest i en fantasi verden, og du får se omgivelser du aldri får sett noe annet sted. Du får også bygge opp karakteren din slik at den blir slik du ville ha den (eventuelt ville vært selv). Av og til får du til og med forandre utseende, klær og våpen. Det er digg å sette seg ned å forsvinne inn i en annen verden, det er poenget mitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grunnen til at jeg liker å spille FPS/3PS spill: Vel, å skyte folk/monstre/ting er ikke noe du gjør daglig på ekte er det vel? Om du gjør det tar det sannsynligvis ikke lange tiden før du blir buret inne, og det må suge. Å springe rundt med store våpen og skyte enda større monstre, det er digg. Å klare å faktisk legge en kjempe i bakken med ditt eget våpen det er ikke noe du får gjort på ekte. Men jeg liker ikke bare å skyte monstre, jeg liker også å skyte andre folk, gjerne forsvarsløse. Hvorfor? Vel, det er et eller annet som er morsomt med å skyte folk i beina mens de prøver å stikke av fra deg, det er morsomt å skyte de i armene, slik at de bare henger der, det er spesielt morsomt med spill der de får forskjellige reaksjoner beroende på hvor du skyter de. Jeg er ikke en person som får lyst å gjøre dette på ekte bare fordi jeg gjør det på et spill, jeg vet at det ikke er slik verden fungerer, jeg vet at det ikke er lov. Så om noen som ikke liker slike spill, som mener at folk blir påvirket av de, leser dette, så skal dere vite – alle er ikke skrudd i hodet bare fordi de spiller. Å drepe folk på mest mulig brutale måter er også gøy, sprenge flest mulig i luften med granater, skjære de opp med motorsag, eller bare trakke på dem til de dør (i spill så klart). Jeg vet at jeg høres ganske psykopat ut nå, men det er bare på spill, og det er akkurat derfor spilling burde tenkes på som en positiv ting. ”Bedre på spillet enn på ekte”, ikke sant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det er også kjekt å drepe folk/monstre virtuelt for å slippe ut sinne, eller slå de helseløse. Eller om du har et boksespill/slåssespill (Dragonball Z, Tekken, Facebreaker, Soul Calibur 4) så er det også tilfredsstillende å knuse motstandere med å slåss dersom du er sint på noe/noen (pass på at du ikke taper å at sinnet tar overhånd, da må du muligens kjøpe en ny kontroller/tv/konsoll).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grunnen til at jeg liker bilspill: Vel, på realistiske bil spill som GT og Forza får jeg kjøpe biler jeg kunne kjøpt på ekte, jeg får kjørt de på lukkede baner, og jeg får leke på banene som jeg vil, skli i svingene, kjøre race mot motstandere, dette er ikke noe jeg BURDE gjøre på ekte, men jeg kan selvsagt. Problemet mitt der er at jeg har ikke råd til bøter, jeg har lyst å beholde førerkortet, og bilen. Mange realistiske bilspill lar deg også stille på forskjellige ting på bilen, som girkasse, heving og senking, aerodynamikk og slikt, det er heller ikke noe jeg klarer på ekte. I urealistiske bilspill er det som regel ”boost” og du kan kjøre på fjell, hoppe på gigantiske hopp etc. uten at det skjer noe med bilen, og det er utrolig gøy. Å ligge i full fart, trykke inn ”boost” knappen for det lille ekstra og bare suse forbi motstandere, vel det er tilfredsstillende. Og, som sagt, morsomt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grunnen til at jeg liker strategi spill: Vel, i strategi spill må man tenke. Når jeg tenker strategi spill tenker jeg på spill som Warcraft, Command &amp;amp; Conquer og slike spill, der du må bygge opp bygninger og enheter for å ta ut fienden. Du må passe på hva du bygger, hva som er bra mot hva, hva som ikke tåler hva etc. Ble vanskelig å forklare, men de fleste skjønner tegningen. Det er morsomt, og du får brukt hjernen en del, så jeg vil påstå at det er litt sunt også. Husk, de fleste spill er også engelske, så engelsk kunnskapene kan stige av å spille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg er ikke så veldig glad i å løse gåter og slikt, men i mange spill er det faktisk noe jeg kan sette pris på også, gjøre ting som krever logisk tenking. Det er også bra hjernetrim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg er også flink til å spille småspill som man laster ned for 10-50 kroner, og kan sitte med disse lenge. Eller bare flash spill jeg finner på nett, det ER mye bra der ute, man må bare finne det.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uansett, da vet dere hvorfor JEG spiller, og jeg har ingen planer om å slutte, noen gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huff, leste nettopp at man kan bli voldelig av å komme over vold på internett, kanskje nettlesere skal få en voldsmodus i stedet for en &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.vg.no/teknologi/artikkel.php?artid=523022"&gt;pornomodus?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pingu ut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-2874417620285859249?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/2874417620285859249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=2874417620285859249&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/2874417620285859249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/2874417620285859249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/11/derfor-er-jeg-gamer.html' title='DERFOR er JEG gamer!'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-467405416364642815</id><published>2008-11-04T09:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:31:52.701+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortsatt ikke lett å være gamer</title><content type='html'>Nå har jeg ikke skrevet noe på nesten en uke. Jeg er i grunn glad for tiden, ting ser ut til at de kommer til å fungere mellom meg og Irini fremover. Det eneste problemet jeg har for tiden er i grunn økonomisk.  Jeg har ingen planer om å gå inn på det området med dere "though".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egentlig tenkte jeg bare at jeg skulle oppdatere dere på spill jeg vil ha fremover, prisen har jeg ikke tenkt å skrive opp denne gangen, for jeg har funnet ut at PS3 ikke er sone inndelt (det vil si at jeg kan spille amerikanske og japanske spill på den i tillegg til europeiske).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit:&lt;/span&gt; Crap, må jo legge til nye spill i listen hele tiden, forbannet at alt skal komme nå!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ps3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FarCry 2&lt;br /&gt;Fallout 3&lt;br /&gt;Motorstorm (2): Pacific Rift&lt;br /&gt;Resistance 2&lt;br /&gt;Rise of the Argonauts&lt;br /&gt;Borderlands&lt;br /&gt;Bioshock&lt;br /&gt;Tom Clancy's Endwar&lt;br /&gt;Mirror's Edge&lt;br /&gt;Dead Space&lt;br /&gt;Silent Hill: Homecoming&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero World Tour&lt;br /&gt;Legendary&lt;br /&gt;LittleBigPlanet (tror jeg får det i morgen, men er ikke sikker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit:&lt;/span&gt; Damnation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dette er bare spill som kommer før 2009 (om jeg ikke tar helt feil).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xbox 360&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fable 2&lt;br /&gt;Lost Odyssey&lt;br /&gt;Gears of War&lt;br /&gt;Gears of War 2&lt;br /&gt;Too Human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gears of War 2 er det eneste som ikke har kommet enda, men det kommer på fredag(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så da har dere en liste over spill jeg ønsker meg til jul, så får vi bare håpe hele familien leser, så kanskje jeg får et eller to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pingu ut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-467405416364642815?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/467405416364642815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=467405416364642815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/467405416364642815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/467405416364642815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/11/fortsatt-ikke-lett-vre-gamer.html' title='Fortsatt ikke lett å være gamer'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-1537517925099289055</id><published>2008-10-29T08:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:06:14.257+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Onsdag</title><content type='html'>Vel, det er onsdag. Hva skal man skrive i dag? Jeg kan nevne at jeg har fått Saints Row 2 (et av spillene på ønskelisten min), og at jeg er ferdig med det, ikke 100 %, men hovedoppdragene. Det som var ekstra morsomt med spillet var å spille det co-op online med Irini, vi har gjort det et par kvelder og det har vært ekstremt morsomt. Det eneste litt sure med det er at vi ikke har noen mulighet for å kommunisere mens vi spiller, derfor føles det ut som om jeg spiller med en sinnsykt god AI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De neste spillene jeg har planer om å skaffe er LittleBigPlanet, Fallout 3 og FarCry 2. Når det blir, det vet jeg ikke, men vi håper på at det ikke blir for langt frem i tid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg vil også informere om at jeg er tilbake med Irini igjen, og evig glad for det.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For å oppdatere dere på spøkelsesfronten så må jeg nok skuffe dere, jeg har enda ikke sett noe (ikke at det kom som noe sjokk). Jeg har ikke vært så flink å lete, og jeg har ikke fått snakket med Lars om vår Stierbumsenscheisse test enda, men det blir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellers er det ikke stort mye som skjer, skal på Eidsbygda treningssenter i dag og teste mine egenskaper som ”trener”. Det kan bli spennende. Eller blir det vel rolig trening etterfulgt av en velfortjent badstue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da kommer ikke jeg på noe mer å skrive om på en onsdagsmorgen, så:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pingu ut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-1537517925099289055?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/1537517925099289055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=1537517925099289055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/1537517925099289055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/1537517925099289055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/10/onsdag.html' title='Onsdag'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-7555605595516112547</id><published>2008-10-13T10:08:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:21:45.353+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spøkelser vs. Stierbumsenscheisse + diverse</title><content type='html'>Nå er det lenge siden jeg og Lars har samarbeidet om Stierbumsenscheisse, og jeg savner det litt. Siden jeg nå har blitt såpass interessert i spøkelser, ånder og alt det der "paranormale", så diskuterte vi det litt i går. Og vi vurderer å kjøre en test på Stierbumsenscheisse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi snakket ikke så mye om det, men jeg tenkte en del - og jeg har planene klare, en skikkelig test. Vi kan ta kontakt med klarsynte, teste "ouja-brett" (eller hva faen det nå heter), overnatte i et spøkelseshus, sjekke plasser det skal "spøke" på etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det kan bli en spennende undersøkelse, både for oss og for dere som fortsatt leser min og Stierbumsenscheisses blogg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi vet ikke OM det blir, eller i tilfelle NÅR vi kommer i gang, men jeg er skikkelig giret på å få til noe, så noe MÅ det bli, om ikke VI tester det, så tester JEG det etterhvert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dersom noen vet om steder det "spøker" i Molde og omegn så er det bare å gi beskjed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så kan jeg jo også informere om at jeg har oppdatert Xbox 360 biblioteket mitt med Mass Effect, og jeg må si meg rimelig fornøyd med det spillet. Jeg testet det først på lørdag, men fant fort ut at det var for mye å sette seg inn i når jeg var trøtt, så jeg sparte det til søndagen i stedet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Søndagen var en spennende dag, jeg var helt alene, ingen planer så Xboxen og jeg skulle tilbringe en del kvalitetstid sammen, ikke hadde jeg forventet at det skulle bli så koslig som det ble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg satte meg ned i 10 tiden på morgenen og startet spillet igjen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rundt 12 gikk jeg og spiste kalde pizza rester fra kvelden før, og satte meg ned igjen. Jeg har ikke tenkt å nevne noe om hva spillet handler om, ikke annet enn at det er et 3PS spill (Third Person Shooter) og RPG i et. Jeg elsker skyte spill, og jeg elsker rollespill, så dette var en perfekt kombinasjon for meg. Det er massevis av små ekstra oppdrag man kan gjøre i tillegg til å følge main oppdragene hele tiden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vel, rundt 17-18 tiden gikk jeg opp igjen for å spise middag. Jeg hadde tent opp i ovnen med ved for første gang siden jeg flyttet inn og stemningen foran TV-en var rett og slett perfekt. Når klokken nærmet seg midnatt bestemte jeg meg for å lagre å gå og legge meg. På lagringen sto det "Time Played - 11t 03 min" eller noe slikt, og jeg smilte bredt når jeg såg det. Det er svært sjelden at spill kan holde meg fengslet så lenge uten at jeg går lei, å dette var et utrolig bra kjøp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass Effect anbefales for alle som liker å skyte ting samtidig som du får en god story. Jeg gir spillet 8/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pingu ut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-7555605595516112547?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/7555605595516112547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=7555605595516112547&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/7555605595516112547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/7555605595516112547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/10/spkelser-vs-stierbumsenscheisse.html' title='Spøkelser vs. Stierbumsenscheisse + diverse'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-7187049338615473079</id><published>2008-10-08T15:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:03:42.583+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranormalt</title><content type='html'>Vel, jeg tror ikke det finnes andre dimensjoner, jeg tror ikke på sjeler, jeg tror ikke på spøkelser, jeg tror ikke på gjenferd, jeg tror ikke på energier med egen vilje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEN; Alt for mange gjør det, og derfor har jeg planlagt at jeg skal begynne å gå på "spøkelsesjakt", det kommer til å bli interessant på en måte, og muligens litt skummelt på en måte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenkte bare jeg skulle dele dette med dere få som leser, i tilfelle jeg plutselig blir tatt av onde ånder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg kommer nok til å oppdatere om dette her, men blir ikke noen skikkelige turer enda grunnet økonomien min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pingu ut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-7187049338615473079?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/7187049338615473079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=7187049338615473079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/7187049338615473079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/7187049338615473079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/10/paranormalt.html' title='Paranormalt'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-1863178444155786674</id><published>2008-09-30T09:03:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:24:17.017+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardt å være gamer</title><content type='html'>Mitt forrige innlegg var rimelig kort. Jeg prøvde å skrive, jeg skrev flere sider om forskjellige ting, men ingen av de appellerte til meg bedre enn ordet ”faen”. ”Faen” er et flott ord som folk bruker alt for lite. Ordet kan brukes i ALLE situasjoner, og det kan brukes hele tiden. At jeg bruker ordet ”faen” ofte betyr ikke at jeg har et lite ordforråd, det verste jeg vet er når folk påstår det bare fordi jeg banner? Hvorfor skulle det vært mindre av den grunn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hva skal man skrive for tiden da? Akkurat nå bor jeg sammen med en kamerat, og vi har den feteste ungkarsleiligheten. Vi har en stasjonær PC, dual-screen selvsagt. Vi har to bærbare PC-er som er helt ok for tidsepoken vi er i nå. Vi har to 37” tv-er som står ved siden av hverandre, den ene er HD-ready og har fått Xbox 360-en, den andre er Full-HD og har fått PS3-en. Vi har lys vi kan dempe, vi har massevis av alkohol i kjøleskapet, og alt er i grunn velstand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alt unntatt økonomien min er bare velstand, og med tanke på alle spillene som kommer på PS3 i løpet av oktober-november – vel, det er til å gråte av, for jeg har ikke råd til alle. Om jeg skulle prøvd måtte jeg ha skrapet i hop over 3000 kroner, og det er mye å bruke på spill i løpet av to måneder, til og med for meg. De spillene jeg har mest lyst på er:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Fant alle spillene jeg vil ha i oktober-november (det er fortsatt fler, som har kommet ut som jeg ikke har skaffet enda, men de orker jeg ikke ta med her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dead Space - 600kr&lt;br /&gt;Fallout 3 - 600kr&lt;br /&gt;Far Cry 2 - 600kr&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero World Tour - 600kr&lt;br /&gt;Little Big Planet - 600kr&lt;br /&gt;Mirror's Edge - 600kr&lt;br /&gt;Motor Storm: pacific Rift - 600kr&lt;br /&gt;Resistance 2 - 600kr&lt;br /&gt;Saints Row 2 - 600kr&lt;br /&gt;Silent Hill: Homecoming - 600kr&lt;br /&gt;Legendary - 600kr&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Rise of the Argonauts - 600kr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;= 7 800kr (Dette er bare en grov cirka pris)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kommer ikke på flere i farten, men det er flere. Og så er det massevis av killer-titler som kommer i starten av 2009 også, og sannsynligvis en del i desember. Faen, det er ikke bare bare å være gamer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Faen, man kommer på en del ting etterhvert. Den lille listen var jo bare over PS3 spill, jeg har jo selvsagt også lyst å øke Xbox 360 biblioteket mitt. Spillene jeg tenker på der er ikke så mange akkurat nå, prioriterer PS3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass Effect&lt;br /&gt;Too Human&lt;br /&gt;Fable 2&lt;br /&gt;Lost Odyssey (sikkert felstavet, men faen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nei, dette får være nok, jeg er i grunn helt blank i dag. Tidlig på morgenen og etter en hard helg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pingu ut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-1863178444155786674?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/1863178444155786674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=1863178444155786674&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/1863178444155786674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/1863178444155786674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/09/hardt-vre-gamer.html' title='Hardt å være gamer'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-5624422439315364659</id><published>2008-09-17T20:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:37:09.785+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Faen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-5624422439315364659?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/5624422439315364659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=5624422439315364659&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/5624422439315364659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/5624422439315364659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/09/faen.html' title='Faen.'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-1946233494181325832</id><published>2008-09-16T18:06:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:55:08.908+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ny TV etc.</title><content type='html'>I det siste har jeg funnet ut at jeg har (i følge dipshits) et dårlig ordforråd, eller vokabular om du vil. Grunnen til dette er at jeg har forelsket meg i ordet "faen". Faen er et helt genialt ord som kan brukes om alt og hele tiden. Jeg forstår ikke hvorfor mitt vokabular skulle være noe mindre på grunn av at jeg bruker det ordet? Dipshits er vanskelige å forstå seg på.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uansett, nå har jeg bestilt meg en ny TV - grunnen til dette er at den jeg har nå er for dårlig. Dere har sett den dersom dere har lest gjennom forrige innlegg. Den er gammel, den er liten og den er klumpete. Etter å ha bodd i Molde har jeg vant meg til en 37" HD-klar TV, og har digget den. Nå har jeg da flyttet for meg selv, og TV-en i Molde var desverre ikke min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vel, jeg tenkte jeg skulle ta et ekstra skritt denne gangen, så jeg tok opp et lite privat lån og bestilte meg en 37" Full-HD, med 3 HDMI utganger og VGA utgang (link nederst i innlegget). Det skal bli kos å få testet noen av PS3 spillene på full HD, og også sett den ene Blu-Ray filmen jeg har i full HD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenkte bare jeg skulle skrive det. Vet ikke hvorfor, ingen bryr seg om hvordan jeg lever eller hva jeg gjør uansett - ingen burde i hvertfall det. Nei, jeg er ikke emo, jeg liker meg bare godt alene og uten at noen bryr seg for hardt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pingu ut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Link til TV - &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.komplett.no/k/ki.aspx?sku=349422"&gt;http://www.komplett.no/k/ki.aspx?sku=349422&lt;/a&gt; - Håper ikke komplett har noe i mot at jeg linker til de).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-1946233494181325832?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/1946233494181325832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=1946233494181325832&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/1946233494181325832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/1946233494181325832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/09/ny-tv-etc.html' title='Ny TV etc.'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-902843063194398816</id><published>2008-09-15T16:32:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:50:22.121+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leiligheten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da er jeg hjemkommte og har fått makket inn bilder av leiligheten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. PC-en og ekstraskjermen min (skriften er ikke rosa lenger, den er rød).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SM5yghHa-GI/AAAAAAAAAAY/OuFGjbqCLRg/s1600-h/13092008155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SM5yghHa-GI/AAAAAAAAAAY/OuFGjbqCLRg/s320/13092008155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246256518904084578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Stuen. Den TV-en skal ikke stå der (jeg skal ikke ha den TV-en en gang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SM5zJuR6H5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/x3EpR_QM_kE/s1600-h/13092008156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SM5zJuR6H5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/x3EpR_QM_kE/s320/13092008156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246257226812366738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Kjøkkenet. Vel, bordet og benkene er litt for store, ellers et romslig og koselig kjøkken (med oppvaskmaskin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SM5zJqcdslI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DfqfWT6x7wo/s1600-h/13092008157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SM5zJqcdslI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DfqfWT6x7wo/s320/13092008157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246257225782899282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Gangen inn til rommet. Hvorfor jeg har med dette bildet aner jeg ikke (men det er vel en del av leiligheten).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SM5zKAzZkHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-TSFKWnD36Y/s1600-h/13092008158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SM5zKAzZkHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-TSFKWnD36Y/s320/13092008158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246257231784677490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Soverommet. Vel, der har vi soverummet mitt - ikke spesielt "guttete", men jeg gir vel faen så lenge jeg får sove. Ikke dobbelseng, men 120 får holde. Det er også et skap der inne som jeg var for flau til å ha med på bildet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SM5zKR-modI/AAAAAAAAAA4/KUPF01dcNew/s1600-h/13092008159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SM5zKR-modI/AAAAAAAAAA4/KUPF01dcNew/s320/13092008159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246257236395074002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Da har dere dipshits til og med fått sett hvordan det ser ut hos meg. Jeg er en person som kan gi ganske godt faen i farger og hvordan ting ser ut, og av den grunn har jeg ikke tenkt å bytte ut hverken gardiner eller sengeklær (selvsagt skal jeg bytte sengeklær nå og da - men jeg tenker ikke over hvilken farge det er på de). Det som ikke vises på bildet av rommet (sengen) er de 4 putene og 4 dynene jeg har. Det er alt for mye, men satan så kjekt å grave seg ned når man skal sove - og kos å ha om det skulle skje at noen kom på besøk i ingenmanns land!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pingu ut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-902843063194398816?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/902843063194398816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=902843063194398816&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/902843063194398816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/902843063194398816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/09/leiligheten.html' title='Leiligheten'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeZcqXaV7gc/SM5yghHa-GI/AAAAAAAAAAY/OuFGjbqCLRg/s72-c/13092008155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-5886758700251465737</id><published>2008-09-15T09:26:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:26:32.761+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Noe dumt..</title><content type='html'>Nå gjør jeg noe helt idiotisk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Å skrive et innlegg uten å ha noe å skrive om er bare et desperat forsøk på å få tid til å gå.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vel, jeg har tenkt, og planlagt, drukket meg full og styrt, og det er mye jeg har lyst til å gjøre. Det er mye jeg kommer til å gjøre og det er mye jeg sannsynligvis ikke kommer til å gjøre (nå snakker vi blogg relatert).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vel, dere vet i alle fall at jeg tenker nå. Ha en fin dag videre dipshits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Slik, by the way, jeg har ikke samboer lenger, heller ikke kjæreste eller noe slikt, så spill listen må kuttes ned på (med over halvparten) - og sjekkerapporter kan forekomme i tidene fremover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit2: Faen, man kommer på ting etterhvert - har også en ny leilighet, kommer bilder når jeg finner kabelen som går fra mobil til PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pingu ut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-5886758700251465737?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/5886758700251465737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=5886758700251465737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/5886758700251465737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/5886758700251465737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/09/noe-dumt.html' title='Noe dumt..'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-3875172258515136892</id><published>2008-08-28T10:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:18:10.034+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oppdatering av Layout</title><content type='html'>Jeg har oppdatert litt siden litt. Siden det blir helidiotisk å legge ut hele listen med spill hver gang jeg skaffer et nytt, så har jeg laget en liste til høyre (under bildet, infoen og blogger linkene).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nye spill vil bli uthevet med &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fet&lt;/span&gt; skrift, og de 2 nyeste vil være i fet skrift til jeg får nye igjen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da skal det være klart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-3875172258515136892?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/3875172258515136892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=3875172258515136892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/3875172258515136892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/3875172258515136892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/08/oppdatering-av-layout.html' title='Oppdatering av Layout'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-3056526957902850640</id><published>2008-08-28T07:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T07:59:35.922+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Busstur nr. 2</title><content type='html'>Da er det lenge siden jeg har skrevet om noe annet enn spill, og lenger skal det bli. Dette skal ikke handle om mine spill, bortsett fra det faktum at jeg har anskaffet Ratchet and Clank: Quest for Booty, og nå er oppe i 116 spill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dag leste jeg noe gøy og overraskende på VG.no. Playstation 3 salget eier hele markedet når det kommer til salg av konsoller (det har selvsagt noe med at ikke Microsoft vil gi ut salgstallene sine). Siden jeg er Sony fanboy så er dette meget tilfredsstillende for meg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man kan jo selvsagt spekulere på hvorfor Microsoft ikke vil gi ut salgstallene sine. Jeg har selvsagt en teori (jeg har teorier om ALT). Min teori er at siden en meget stor prosent av antall solgte Xbox 360-er får RRoD (Red Ring of Death), så vil ikke Xbox at folk skal vite hvor mange konsoller som får det. Jeg mener å ha hørt at opptil 30 % av ALLE X360-er som har blitt solgt har fått RRoD. Dette er et høyt tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min Playstation 3 har jeg hatt i omtrent akkurat et år nå – og jeg har ikke hatt et eneste problem med den… Eller, det var en gang at et spill låste seg, men en kjapp reboot ordnet dette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, nå ringte samboeren min…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, nå skal jeg fortelle om mine bussturer så langt inn i jobbåret mitt. De er grusomme. Jeg tar buss klokken 06.20 hver morgen, og da er jeg meget interessert i å sove, spesielt siden jeg tar buss i godt over en time. Vel, dette går bra i første etappe (første halvtimen). Da etter dette begynner elevene å komme på bussen. Og TRO meg, fy faen så de bråker. Det er umulig å sove. Jeg sitter alltid med musikk på min trofaste PSP (Playstation Portable), men det hjelper FAEN ikke. Jeg liker ikke dipshits fra før, og at de sitter og jabber i vei, roper, skriker, griner, hopper, synger og skratter – de høres rett og slett ut som en haug syke aper på speed, gjør ikke akkurat saken noe bedre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vel, turen mot hjem er heller ikke noe bedre, heldigvis er de borte etter 10-15 minutter, og da kan jeg få skjønnhetssøvnen min. Vel hjemme i riktig by må jeg vente 10-15 minutter på ny buss – da er det en kjapp sigarett, forhåpentligvis noen å snakke med og så bussturen hjem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, jeg suger i å skrive for tiden. Jeg suger i å finne ting å skrive om for tiden. Jeg suger rett og slett for tiden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg kan alltids forteller om stortitler som; Heavy Rain, Final Fantasy XIII, Eyepet og sånt som kommer eksklusivt til PS3 men… Nei FAEN, Final Fantasy XIII er ikke eksklusiv lenger nei. Forrædere hele gjengen hos Square. Uansett, så lenge de tjener mer penger så skader det jo ikke meg, det betyr bare at det kommer flere killer-titler fra Square senere! Dessuten er jo fortsatt det beste Final Fantasy spillet (og mage andre) eksklusive på Playstation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nå skal jeg bare nevne Eyepet – det er et virtuelt dyr som popper opp på skjermen din når du klapper i hendene, den ser ut som en søt liten ape på speed, og den er alltid glad. Du kan klappe den, kile den, få den til å hoppe ved å rulle ting mot den og ikke minst tegne ting på papir som i spillet blir 3D, og som DU kan styre med kontrollen, for eksempel en bil. Du kan også forandre utseendet til dette lille vesenet. Det kommer dessverre ikke før i 2009, men når det kommer så blir det morsomt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, jeg høres ut som en liten kid.&lt;br /&gt;Nå får det være nok. Pingu ut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-3056526957902850640?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/3056526957902850640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=3056526957902850640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/3056526957902850640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/3056526957902850640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/08/busstur-nr-2.html' title='Busstur nr. 2'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-4482790909384294639</id><published>2008-08-21T15:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:33:06.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spill spill og mer spill</title><content type='html'>Vel, da har jeg en helt komplett liste over absolutt alle spill jeg og samboeren min har - vi har droppet GameBoy spillene, vi føler ikke at de er relevant. Det er min kjære som har ordnet listen. Takk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:PlayStation 3:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In covers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army of Two&lt;br /&gt;Assassin's Creed&lt;br /&gt;Burnout Paradise&lt;br /&gt;Buzz!: Quiz TV&lt;br /&gt;Civilization Revolution, Sid Meier's&lt;br /&gt;Conan&lt;br /&gt;Dragonball Z Burstlimit&lt;br /&gt;Folklore&lt;br /&gt;Grand Theft Auto IV&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Sword (Platinum)&lt;br /&gt;Lair&lt;br /&gt;Metal Gear Solid 4: Guns of the Patriots&lt;br /&gt;MotorStorm&lt;br /&gt;Ratchet &amp;amp; Clank: Tools of Destruction&lt;br /&gt;Resistance: Fall of Man&lt;br /&gt;skate.&lt;br /&gt;SOULCALIBUR IV&lt;br /&gt;The Eye Of Judgment (PS eye)&lt;br /&gt;Tony Hawk's Projecy 8&lt;br /&gt;Viking: Battle for Asgard&lt;br /&gt;Virtua Tennis 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;= 22 spill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blast Factor&lt;br /&gt;Crash Bandicoot (PS1)&lt;br /&gt;Crash Bandicoot: WARPED (PS1)&lt;br /&gt;Crash Bandicoot 2: Cortex Strikes Back (PS1)&lt;br /&gt;Crash Team Racing (PS1)&lt;br /&gt;echochrome&lt;br /&gt;Elefunk&lt;br /&gt;EyeCreate (PS eye)&lt;br /&gt;Feel Ski&lt;br /&gt;flOw expansiOn&lt;br /&gt;Gauntlet II&lt;br /&gt;Go! Sports Skydiving&lt;br /&gt;Gran Turismo 5 Prologue&lt;br /&gt;Gripshift&lt;br /&gt;High Velocity Bowling&lt;br /&gt;Loco Roco Cocoreccho!&lt;br /&gt;Operation Creature Feature (PS eye)&lt;br /&gt;PAIN&lt;br /&gt;PixelJunk Eden&lt;br /&gt;PixelJunk Monsters&lt;br /&gt;PixelJunk Racers&lt;br /&gt;SIREN: Blood curse&lt;br /&gt;SUPER STARDUST HD&lt;br /&gt;TEKKEN 5 DARK RESURRECTION&lt;br /&gt;The Trials Of Topoq (PS eye)&lt;br /&gt;TOY HOME&lt;br /&gt;Warhawk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;= 27 spill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:XBOX 360:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forza 2 Motorsport&lt;br /&gt;Viva Piñata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;= 2 spill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:Wii:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Smash bros. Brawl&lt;br /&gt;Wii Sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;= 2 spill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:PlayStation 2:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ape Escape 2&lt;br /&gt;Athens 2004&lt;br /&gt;Baldur's Gate: Dark Alliance&lt;br /&gt;Baldur's Gate: Dark Alliance II&lt;br /&gt;constantine&lt;br /&gt;Dark Cloud&lt;br /&gt;Dark Chronicle&lt;br /&gt;enter The Matrix&lt;br /&gt;EverGrace&lt;br /&gt;Evil Dead: A Fistful of Boomstick&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy X (Platinum)&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy X-2 (Platinum)&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy XII&lt;br /&gt;Gran Turismo 3 A-spec (Platinum)&lt;br /&gt;Grand Theft Auto III&lt;br /&gt;Grand Theft Auto: Vice City&lt;br /&gt;Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas&lt;br /&gt;Grand Theft Auto: Liberty City Stories&lt;br /&gt;Grand Theft Auto: Vice city Stories&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the chamber of Secrets&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter: Quidditch World Cup&lt;br /&gt;ICO&lt;br /&gt;Jak and Daxter: the Precursor Legacy (Platinum)&lt;br /&gt;JAK II: Renegade (Platinum)&lt;br /&gt;Jak 3 (Platinum)&lt;br /&gt;JAK X (Platinum)&lt;br /&gt;Marc Ecko's Getting up&lt;br /&gt;Metal Gear Solid 2: Substance&lt;br /&gt;Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater&lt;br /&gt;Midnight club 3: DUB edition Remix&lt;br /&gt;Need for Speed Underground 2&lt;br /&gt;Need for Speed Underground 2 (NTSC)&lt;br /&gt;Need for speed Most Wanted Black Edition&lt;br /&gt;Off-Road Wide Open&lt;br /&gt;Onimusha: Warlords&lt;br /&gt;Peter Jackson's King Kong The Official Game of the Movie&lt;br /&gt;Pro Evolution Soccer 2 (Platinum)&lt;br /&gt;Ratchet &amp;amp; Clank (Platinum)&lt;br /&gt;Ratchet &amp;amp; Clank 2 Going Commando (Platinum)&lt;br /&gt;Ratchet &amp;amp; Clank 3 (Platinum)&lt;br /&gt;Red Faction&lt;br /&gt;Sly Racoon&lt;br /&gt;Sly 2: Band of Thieves&lt;br /&gt;Sly 3&lt;br /&gt;The Bard's Tale&lt;br /&gt;The Getaway&lt;br /&gt;The Matrix: Path Of Neo&lt;br /&gt;The Simpsons Road Rage&lt;br /&gt;The Sims Bustin' Out&lt;br /&gt;Time Splitters (Platinum)&lt;br /&gt;Tom clancy's Splinter Cell (Platinum)&lt;br /&gt;Tony Hawk's American Wasteland&lt;br /&gt;True Crime Streets of LA&lt;br /&gt;TY the Tasmanian Tiger&lt;br /&gt;TY the Tasmanian Tiger 2 Bush Rescue (NTSC)&lt;br /&gt;Worms 4: Mayhem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;= 56 spill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..::Hand-held::..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:PlayStation Portable:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINAL FANTASY&lt;br /&gt;FINAL FANTASY II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;= 2 spill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:Nintendo DS:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST IN BLUE 2&lt;br /&gt;More Brain Training from Dr Kawashima How Old Is Your Brain?&lt;br /&gt;Pokémon Diamond Version&lt;br /&gt;THE SIMPSONS GAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;= 4 spill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dettte vil si at jeg og samboeren min har tilsammen &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;115 forskjellige spill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-4482790909384294639?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/4482790909384294639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=4482790909384294639&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/4482790909384294639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/4482790909384294639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/08/spill-spill-og-mer-spill.html' title='Spill spill og mer spill'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-4294230637528787985</id><published>2008-08-15T12:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:12:52.422+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mer Xbox..</title><content type='html'>Vel, da har jeg snakket med Xbox support. Det var faktisk en meget grei halv-svensk fyr. Men etter å ha snakket med han en stund begynte han å irritere meg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han måtte jo ha serie nummeret på Xboxen, og det hadde jeg, så spurte han om strømforsyningen og det var slik det skulle være. Så spurte han om navnet mitt - så jeg sa navnet mitt, så svarte han: "Bra". Så spurte han om adressen min, og han svarte igjen: "Bra". Han spurte om telefon nummer også, og igjen var svaret "Bra". Hva faen? Hvorfor "bra"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uansett, får en tom eske av DHL om ca 5 dager, så skal Xboxen sendes med dem, og bli der i 1-3 uker før den så returneres til meg igjen. Sjansen for at "Red Ring of Death" skulle forekomme igjen var visst minimal etter reparasjonen - vel, vi får se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alt er kostnadsfritt by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pingu ut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-4294230637528787985?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/4294230637528787985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=4294230637528787985&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/4294230637528787985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/4294230637528787985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/08/mer-xbox.html' title='Mer Xbox..'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-7834766818747609220</id><published>2008-08-15T08:37:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:09:21.961+02:00</updated><title type='text'>RRoD</title><content type='html'>Vel, jeg fikk Xbox 360-en i forrigårs. I går fikk den Red Ring of Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg fatter ikke hvordan folk klarer å spørre hvorfor jeg ikke liker Xbox. Altså, jeg hadde Xboxen EN dag før den døde, nå må den sendes inn til reparasjon hos Microsoft, og det kan ta alt fra 1-3 uker til 1-6 måneder. JIPPI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nei, jeg er evig glad for PS3  - jeg har den aller første versjonen av PS3 som kom til Europa, og den er ikke å få tak i lenger! Jeg leser over alt at folk med PS3 får drevet sitt ødelagt, maskinen slokner, et eller annet blir ødelagt.  Vel, jeg har vel hatt PS3-en i omtrent et år nå, og jeg har ikke oppleved EN ENESTE FEIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vel, tenkte bare jeg skulle si det: Xbox sucks! PS3 Rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, bare no jeg fant om akkurat den konsollen jeg kjøpte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If you're a serious gamer looking for the ultimate console, the search ends here. Fully loaded, it's the unsurpassed gaming and entertainment experience right out of the box."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Måtte bare le når jeg leste det - fikk spilt 1 forbanna dag! Så døde den.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-7834766818747609220?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/7834766818747609220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=7834766818747609220&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/7834766818747609220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/7834766818747609220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/08/rrod.html' title='RRoD'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-1759065469796464159</id><published>2008-08-14T09:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:11:10.558+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxen er i boks</title><content type='html'>Xbox 360-en min er nå ankommet. Har desverre bare to spill foreløbig, men det kommer seg vel etterhvert kan jeg tenke meg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xbox LIVE: Pinngu6&lt;br /&gt;PsN:             Pinngu6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenkte bare jeg skulle si fra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-1759065469796464159?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/1759065469796464159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=1759065469796464159&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/1759065469796464159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/1759065469796464159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/08/boxen-er-i-boks.html' title='Boxen er i boks'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-4522266297833722263</id><published>2008-08-13T10:13:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:16:21.643+02:00</updated><title type='text'>GAMES UPDATE</title><content type='html'>Bare en kjapp oppdatering på hvilke spill jeg har:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liste over spill jeg har til PS3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Motorstorm&lt;br /&gt;2. Resistance: Fall of Man&lt;br /&gt;3. S.K.A.T.E&lt;br /&gt;4. Tony Hawks Project 8&lt;br /&gt;5. Eye of Judgement (trenger PSeye for å spilles, noe jeg også har)&lt;br /&gt;6. Ratchet and Clank: Tools of Destruction&lt;br /&gt;7. Conan&lt;br /&gt;8. Burnout Paradise City&lt;br /&gt;9. Uncharted: Drakes Fortune&lt;br /&gt;10. Army of Two&lt;br /&gt;11. Virtua Tennis 3&lt;br /&gt;12. Assassins Creed&lt;br /&gt;13. Gran Turismo 5 Prologue&lt;br /&gt;14. Warhawk (med to expansions)&lt;br /&gt;15. LAIR&lt;br /&gt;16. Folklore&lt;br /&gt;17. Grand Theft Auto IV&lt;br /&gt;18. Viking: Battle for Asgard&lt;br /&gt;19. Harry Potter: Order of the Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;20. Buzz: Quiz TV&lt;br /&gt;21. Metal Gear Solid IV&lt;br /&gt;22. Dragonball Z: Burst Limit&lt;br /&gt;23. Civilization Revolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Soul Calibur IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tror det skal være alle de store spillene, så har jeg jo selvsagt spill fra PSN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pixeljunk: Eden&lt;br /&gt;2. Pixeljunk: Racers&lt;br /&gt;3. Pixeljunk: Monsters&lt;br /&gt;4. Nucleus&lt;br /&gt;5. Super Stardust HD&lt;br /&gt;6. PAIN&lt;br /&gt;7. Toy Home&lt;br /&gt;8. Elefunk&lt;br /&gt;9. Blast Factor&lt;br /&gt;10. Tekken 5: Dark Ressurection&lt;br /&gt;11. Operation Creature Feature (krever PSeye)&lt;br /&gt;12. Trials of Topoq (krever PSeye)&lt;br /&gt;13. Feel Ski&lt;br /&gt;14. Sky Diving&lt;br /&gt;15. Flow&lt;br /&gt;16. Gauntlet II&lt;br /&gt;17. Echochrome&lt;br /&gt;18. High Velocity Bowling&lt;br /&gt;19. Loco Roco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forhåpentligvis kommer X360en min i dag også, om ikke kommer den i morgen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spill jeg har til Xbox 360 (når den kommer):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Viva Pinata&lt;br /&gt;2. Forza 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pingu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-4522266297833722263?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/4522266297833722263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=4522266297833722263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/4522266297833722263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/4522266297833722263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/08/bare-en-kjapp-oppdatering-p-hvilke.html' title='GAMES UPDATE'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-4000879979327164087</id><published>2008-08-08T08:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:55:17.561+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Busstur</title><content type='html'>Ok, vel, nå sitter jeg på bussen. Dere som har lest litt på Stierbumsenscheisse (sannsynligvis ingen av dere) vet at jeg ofte skriver innleggene mine på bussturene mine. Vel, denne gangen er ikke noe spesielt annerledes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dag tidlig fikk jeg skyss av en kamerat halvveis til arbeid, og tok bussen derifra. Jeg vet ikke hvorfor, men jeg stresset litt med å komme meg ut, sannsynligvis for å rekke å ta meg en sigarett før han kom. Og i all hast glemte jeg PSP-en min (Playstation Portable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSP-en min er rimelig viktig for meg. Der har jeg lagret det beste jeg har av musikk og bruker den til å høre på musikken. Jeg bruker å skru opp volumet til nesten ubehagelig og sette på In Flames (som er mitt favoritt band for tiden). Det nyeste albumet vel og merke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg føler at det er mye lettere å skrive når jeg hører på musikk, jeg vet ikke hvorfor, muligens fordi jeg slipper alle ”tihi-ene” til de 3 små jentene foran? Kanskje fordi lyden av bussen ikke irriterer meg like mye? Kanskje fordi musikk er en del av min religion? Ja, jeg elsker musikk, det er sjelden det går mer enn 10 minutter uten. Radioen i bilen min (som ikke er min enda, men som jeg skal kjøpe når jeg får solgt min) virker kun når den selv har lyst til å virke, og da kjører jeg med PSP og headset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vel, her skal vel i grunn poenget med teksten komme sånn sirkus, men ikke i dag. Hvorfor? Enkelt, jeg har ikke noe poeng med denne teksten. Jeg skriver kun for å få tiden til å gå med tanke på at jeg ikke har musikk til å hjelpe meg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanskje jeg skal skrive om hva jeg skal i dag? Vel jeg hadde planlagt en helt rolig dag, hvor jeg skulle bruke hele tiden på å skaffe trofeer til Uncharted: Drake’s Fortune. Slik blir det ikke. Jeg skal nemlig være med Rose på treningsstudio, og hellige satan så godt det skal bli å trene igjen (beklager til satanister, ikke meningen å være blasfemisk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så skal vi selvsagt ødelegge all den treningen ved å bestille en stor Peppes Pizza. Og så kommer tiden hvor jeg skal skaffe trofeer til Uncharted: Drake’s Fortune (som er et PS3 spill for dere dipshits som ikke skjønte det).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fy faen så kjedelig det må være å sitte å lese gjennom dette? Hvorfor i helvete skulle noen av dere bry dere noe som helst med hva jeg skal i dag? Nei, nå er det slutt på å torturere dere for i dag (right, som om dere leser helt hit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pingu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-4000879979327164087?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/4000879979327164087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=4000879979327164087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/4000879979327164087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/4000879979327164087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/08/busstur.html' title='Busstur'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-7430228952730020274</id><published>2008-08-07T09:05:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T07:40:09.594+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spill etc.</title><content type='html'>Vel, da er det vel på tide med innlegg nummer to.&lt;br /&gt;Som de fleste som har lest Stierbumsenscheisse vet, så spiller jeg World of Warcraft (ja, enda). Det er faktisk et fantastisk bra spill og det er morsomt å spille med venner. Omtalen finner du om du klikker deg inn på linken til høyre, hvor det står Stierbumsenscheisse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har spilt World of Warcraft i snart 3 år, men ikke hopp i taket nå da, jeg har hatt mange mange pauser og lange lange pauser. Jeg har kanskje spilt tilsammen 2 måneder på 3 år. Jeg liker spillet og kommer nok ikke til å slutte med det første, selv om jeg har roet det end en del siden jeg fikk PS3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så ja, jeg har en Playstation 3, det er den første versjonen som kom til Europa, den har 60Gb HDD, den har bakover kompabilitet til de fleste PS2 spill og ALLE PSx/PSone spill. Det er også 4 USB porter å finne på den. Jeg er utrolig glad for at det var versjonen jeg fikk tak i (selv om den kostet meg 6000 kroner). Grunen til at jeg ikke liker den nye kommer her; Den har en 40Gb HDD, den har ikke bakoverkompabilitet til PS2 spill (PSx/PSone spill er jeg ikke sikker på). Den har kun 2 USB porter, og overalt leser jeg at folk har problemer med PS3-ene sine, da regner jeg med at de har en nyere versjon enn jeg har, for jeg har ikke hatt noen problemer enda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liste over spill jeg har til PS3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Motorstorm&lt;br /&gt;2. Resistance: Fall of Man&lt;br /&gt;3. S.K.A.T.E&lt;br /&gt;4. Tony Hawks Project 8&lt;br /&gt;5. Eye of Judgement (trenger PSeye for å spilles, noe jeg også har)&lt;br /&gt;6. Ratchet and Clank: Tools of Destruction&lt;br /&gt;7. Conan&lt;br /&gt;8. Burnout Paradise City&lt;br /&gt;9. Uncharted: Drakes Fortune&lt;br /&gt;10. Army of Two&lt;br /&gt;11. Virtua Tennis 3&lt;br /&gt;12. Assassins Creed&lt;br /&gt;13. Gran Turismo 5 Prologue&lt;br /&gt;14. Warhawk (med to expansions)&lt;br /&gt;15. LAIR&lt;br /&gt;16. Folklore&lt;br /&gt;17. Grand Theft Auto IV&lt;br /&gt;18. Viking: Battle for Asgard&lt;br /&gt;19. Harry Potter: Order of the Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;20. Buzz: Quiz TV&lt;br /&gt;21. Metal Gear Solid IV&lt;br /&gt;22. Dragonball Z: Burst Limit&lt;br /&gt;23. Civilization Revolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tror det skal være alle de store spillene, så har jeg jo selvsagt spill fra PSN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pixeljunk: Eden&lt;br /&gt;2. Pixeljunk: Racers&lt;br /&gt;3. Pixeljunk: Monsters&lt;br /&gt;4. Nucleus&lt;br /&gt;5. Super Stardust HD&lt;br /&gt;6. PAIN&lt;br /&gt;7. Toy Home&lt;br /&gt;8. Elefunk&lt;br /&gt;9. Blast Factor&lt;br /&gt;10. Tekken 5: Dark Ressurection&lt;br /&gt;11. Operation Creature Feature (krever PSeye)&lt;br /&gt;12. Trials of Topoq (krever PSeye)&lt;br /&gt;13. Feel Ski&lt;br /&gt;14. Sky Diving&lt;br /&gt;15. Flow&lt;br /&gt;16. Gauntlet II&lt;br /&gt;17. Echochrome&lt;br /&gt;18. High Velocity Bowling&lt;br /&gt;19. Loco Roco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da har både du og jeg en liste over spill jeg har. Jeg kommer nok til å oppdatere den etterhvert som jeg får nye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(EU) PSN id: Pinngu6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I det siste har jeg tenkt på om jeg skal skaffe meg Xbox 360 eller ikke, det jeg har kommet frem til nå er at jeg skal skaffe meg en Xbox 360. Jeg er egentlig PS fanboy, men grunnen til at jeg kjøper meg Xbox 360 er på grunn av et par eksklusive spill, som Lost Odyssey, Fable 2 etc. Spill som Final Fantasy og GTA kommer jeg alltid til å kjøpe til PS uansett. X360 blir kun til ekslusive (sannsynligvis) - uansett, skal oppdatere listen med X360 spill når jeg kommer så langt også.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min kjære samboer vurdere også å skaffe seg Nintendo Wii, det kan jo bli litt gøy å ha alle 3 konsollene, vi får se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit 08/08/2008 kl 07:38&lt;/span&gt; - (takk for kommentaren om spillene jeg hadde glemt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nå orker jeg ikke å skrive mer. Skal oppdatere dette innlegget med PSN id og Xbox Live id (når jeg kommer så langt) - så følg med dere som er interesserte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pingu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-7430228952730020274?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/7430228952730020274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=7430228952730020274&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/7430228952730020274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/7430228952730020274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/08/spill-etc.html' title='Spill etc.'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3678385562468193302.post-490360056419007268</id><published>2008-08-06T09:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T09:49:17.874+02:00</updated><title type='text'>'Ey dipshits!</title><content type='html'>Den berømte Pingu, fra Stierbumsenscheisse, har nå opprettet en egen blogg. Denne bloggen skal dekke mine behov, her skal det stå ting som jeg vil skrive om, det skal stå om ting som interesserer meg. En ting dere burde være obs på er at det kommer til å stå rimelig mye om spill og konsoll og slikt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har ikke tenkt å skrive noe mer i første innlegg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Pingu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3678385562468193302-490360056419007268?l=lifeofpingu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/feeds/490360056419007268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3678385562468193302&amp;postID=490360056419007268&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/490360056419007268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3678385562468193302/posts/default/490360056419007268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofpingu.blogspot.com/2008/08/ey-dipshits.html' title='&apos;Ey dipshits!'/><author><name>Pingu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16218119807878676745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
