<?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-13108571</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:43:19.628+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phoreal Show</title><subtitle type='html'>Johnny is hot. Admit it. So hot that you wanna take your shirt off.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108571.post-114500604471229215</id><published>2006-04-14T19:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T19:14:04.723+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved.</title><content type='html'>Sorry once again, but my blog has now moved to a more secure+permanent place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.invertmethod.com/speak"&gt;www.invertmethod.com/speak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108571-114500604471229215?l=phoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/114500604471229215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13108571&amp;postID=114500604471229215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/114500604471229215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/114500604471229215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/2006/04/moved.html' title='Moved.'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108571.post-114405923184145782</id><published>2006-04-03T20:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T19:18:26.186+10:00</updated><title type='text'>That 900 page bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Been occupied. With what? Just work, but not enough work I guess. By what I mean by not enough work, should be replaced with I-don’t-do-enough-work.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, I finally finished a book I bought 8 years ago. That’s right – 8 frigging years ago. The book? Tom Clancy’s Rainbow Six. What’s it about? SWAT team stuff. Great stuff really. There’s something about the black ninja suits, guns, goggles, sniper rifles, flash bangs and techno-wiz that turns me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/1600/rainbow6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/400/rainbow6.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's so fat that you can use it as a "paper weight"&lt;br /&gt;(haw haw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now the question, why the heck did it take 8 years? Firstly it’s a 900 page book that I bought when I was in year 8, and I had never read anything near that length. The most I read around that age was The Hobbit, and that bitch was only about 300 pages. When I did eventually got around to reading it, it took me at least I think 4-5 years to reach 300 pages. I probably read a page a month. What were the significant things happening through those years? Hmm playing in the backyard, pokémon (fuck yeah), Nintendo 64 and the HSC. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The bomb dropped when I was moving house. My baby sister at the time, at age 4 probably, picked up the book and dropped the bookmark before I could do a dive and save it. And it wasn’t easy trying to pinpoint where I was up to because I had forgotten what I’ve already read.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So this year, I started again – from page 1. And I never looked back.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;About six weeks later, here I am. It’s done. It feels like I’ve lifted a load of weight off my shoulders. It’s been a bitch, but a good one. If only it had more SWAT stuff in it.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And btw, hopefully by the next time I blog I’ll be using Wordpress. Doing my own thing in html is a waste of time, and using a service like blogger gives me the creeps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108571-114405923184145782?l=phoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/114405923184145782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13108571&amp;postID=114405923184145782&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/114405923184145782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/114405923184145782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/2006/04/that-900-page-bitch.html' title='That 900 page bitch'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108571.post-114192318514629298</id><published>2006-03-10T03:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T03:53:05.160+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluidx Design Reel</title><content type='html'>My design group just released our first design reel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/1600/reel.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/320/reel.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fluidx.net"&gt;View Reel.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108571-114192318514629298?l=phoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/114192318514629298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13108571&amp;postID=114192318514629298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/114192318514629298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/114192318514629298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/2006/03/fluidx-design-reel.html' title='Fluidx Design Reel'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108571.post-114180939720709596</id><published>2006-03-08T19:40:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T22:48:55.260+11:00</updated><title type='text'>MSN Friends</title><content type='html'>Instant messaging programs are fantastic. I remember back in the day when ICQ was it. The whole she-bang and dazzle. Every body had it. It was the means of communicating to countless people with only being charged for one local call (the 25 cents fee it cost to connect to your ISP). Countless LOL's were exchanged, swear words were used freely and the most rediculous yet useful acronyms were thrown around (such greats were: brb = be right back, wtf = what the fuck, and omfg = oh my fucken/fucking god).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember back in 2003 when I first stepped outa high school and into the scary world known as Uni. OOoo. Obviously, we exchanged instant messaging details as soon as we made a friend in the intro classes, "Hi, you got ICQ?". It was also the place where I heard of the legendary "MSN" for the first time. MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;wtf &lt;/span&gt;it was. MSN? What is this "MSN" you speak of. "Oh it's like ICQ but heaps better," I heard one say to which I would reply, "Hmm, I don't have it so..."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh don't worry, because I got this neat program that can do MSN &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND &lt;/span&gt;ICQ at the same time!"  Whatever I thought, doosh bag. As if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he sure showed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the days went on and people were bagging me to move over to MSN. I hesitated because everybody out here in the west at the time were all ICQ. I didn't want to move some program that would ditch my bestest friends for some art students (*HUGZ*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I did move of course, and by golly was I impressed! It was the fastest instant messaging program ever. It fully tabuli shat on ICQ. Many times over and called it Sally. Overwhelmed with it's quick message exchange capabilities, I, along with a like, 2-3 friends out west, spread the word to my remaining high school bunch of friends (about 30 of us?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many didn't listen. Many laughed at my face. Many were too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like sheep, they all soon followed and were marvelled by it's awesomeness as we all LOL'd through the night with MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of my story? Do it before every one else before you become a sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been thinking about how much time I waste on MSN. Hmm I think "spending" on MSN sounds much nicer. MSN is like a hang out spot for me (very sad/nerdy/geeky I know) mostly after work/uni  and these are the people that I "hang" with most often. Thanks for making MSN the experience it is today my buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The people I waste my MSN time with the most&lt;br /&gt;1. Adam - &lt;/span&gt;Can't remember what we talk about. But it has alot to do with life and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Fiona - &lt;/span&gt;Pretty much equals in amount of time spent exchanging text like Adam. Mostly about anything really. Apparently she's in China atm, so there hasn't been much instant messaging. Apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Susan (superbestfriend) - &lt;/span&gt;Mostly about "What'd you do today", "What you doing" and lots of "HAhaheheheheh". Fun times. *HUGZ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.  Lynda -&lt;/span&gt; I hate it how she's always right. Cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Tri - &lt;/span&gt;mostly about work, if not all. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Helen -&lt;/span&gt; says "what you doing" alot. Lots of adventure stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Toan -&lt;/span&gt; mostly about how much we hate eye-candy driven design (something that we're still trying to shake off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Jason -&lt;/span&gt; .... where do I start? It's mostly about the most random shit ever. I actually spit on my screen from laughing at the stuff we come up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Stef -&lt;/span&gt; used to talk heaps but yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Tim -&lt;/span&gt; mostly about something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 21st TO MY NINJA-MAN PRODUCER AND GOOD BUDDY ADAM SEARLE!&lt;/span&gt; YAY! *HUGZ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108571-114180939720709596?l=phoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/114180939720709596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13108571&amp;postID=114180939720709596&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/114180939720709596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/114180939720709596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/2006/03/msn-friends_08.html' title='MSN Friends'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108571.post-114163740580093657</id><published>2006-03-06T20:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:30:05.813+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Visual blog thing up again</title><content type='html'>My visual blog thing, aka Phomography is back up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://jei.influidx.net&lt;br /&gt;(which should be the address linked from your sites, instead of this blogger spotter thing one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the two blogs? Well I need one to throw stuff at, and this one to exit thoughts, ideas and blather-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I could mash them together but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This written blog is also linked from the visual one for your lazy arse pleasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108571-114163740580093657?l=phoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/114163740580093657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13108571&amp;postID=114163740580093657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/114163740580093657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/114163740580093657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/2006/03/visual-blog-thing-up-again.html' title='Visual blog thing up again'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108571.post-114128721768996409</id><published>2006-03-02T18:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T22:50:54.433+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Breakthrough</title><content type='html'>I don't get that many breakthroughs these days, so today's one was extra special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hate working at home it's too distracting. I've tried many things to make work at home more productive but have failed. I've tried eating breakfast early but that just makes me hungrier by the time it's noon - weird really. I've tried waking up earlier but that just makes me more tired. Showering as if I'm "going" to work doesn't seem to work either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, ladies and gentlemen I made a break through. I've found the way to make it seem like you're entering a different space - a work space. The answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A tie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. You heard me - a tie. A tie that you pop under your collar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure you may laugh. But it actually works. I actually felt like I was at a work place (when it reality it was a room down the hallway from my bedroom...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for all you folk that are having trouble working from home, because it's too home-ish. Pop on a tie. Sure, your sister or mother might give you the odd look, but who cares? As long as your making money. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it working at home does have its benefits along with its crap as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why working at home is crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The boundaries between doing stuff at home and work really get blurred. It all seems like one huge computer session. Every single day.&lt;br /&gt;*There's no social aspect to it. (MSN doesn't count)&lt;br /&gt;*Mum is always around telling me to take out the garbage or make my bed&lt;br /&gt;*There's no pubs&lt;br /&gt;*No beer-o-clock at random times&lt;br /&gt;*No chances to see the ladies on morning train rides&lt;br /&gt;*Walking to work is thinking time&lt;br /&gt;*No office parties (ie. no oppurtunity to crack onto that cute secretary)&lt;br /&gt;*No sessions at the office water cooler&lt;br /&gt;*MSN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why working at home is good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There's food (and it's free!)&lt;br /&gt;*There's a TV right outside&lt;br /&gt;*Avoid distractions, such as talking to family members about what I do (it's pretty hard to describe it in Vietnamese)&lt;br /&gt;*On Fridays you don't have to go back home to shower, then go back to the city to party (because you're already home dumbass. saves a trip)&lt;br /&gt;*Save a shitload on studio overheads, transport money, bills etc&lt;br /&gt;*You can access stuff 24/7, instead of trekking it to the office late at night for something&lt;br /&gt;*No wardrobe problems - you basically sleep, work and eat in your boxer shorts&lt;br /&gt;*NO PEAK HOUR!&lt;br /&gt;*MSN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier when I told Adam my discovery, he made a very good point that I probably wouln't even wear a tie if I was actually at a work place. Interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108571-114128721768996409?l=phoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/114128721768996409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13108571&amp;postID=114128721768996409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/114128721768996409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/114128721768996409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/2006/03/breakthrough.html' title='The Breakthrough'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108571.post-114093851634250114</id><published>2006-02-26T18:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:11:38.406+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loch Ness Monster</title><content type='html'>Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Loch Ness Monster. I saw it. Well not really. But it might as well be. It's not really Nessie at all. But it might as well be. Heck, it's even got arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a monster/weird-animal thing in Vietnam. This is what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. And for the sake of it, I'm gonna call it Loch Pho Dac Biet va Soda Hoc Ga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/1600/monster_in_water.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/320/monster_in_water.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108571-114093851634250114?l=phoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/114093851634250114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13108571&amp;postID=114093851634250114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/114093851634250114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/114093851634250114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/2006/02/loch-ness-monster.html' title='The Loch Ness Monster'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108571.post-114075352849448437</id><published>2006-02-24T14:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T19:23:15.383+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions Part 1</title><content type='html'>I have a confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waste too much time on the Net doing nothing. Well by nothing I mean surfing for news, browsing for useless Pop culture news - stuff that makes me laugh, chatting on MSN, swearing on MSN, giving nudges on MSN, LOL-ing on MSN, right-click saving pics, downloading motion reels, discussing and trying to be smart on countless forums, checking email, LOL-ing some more on MSN, trying to delete email but can't cuz its a shitty mail server, checking who's on MSN, changing my MSN nick 5 times a minute, checking the influidx chatboard, reading people's blogs,  reading more useless stuff on Pop culture, chatting some more on MSN, and did I mention LOL-ing during MSN chats?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this actually takes up half my day (the other half would be work of course). Instead of all this time couped behind screen I vow to spend less time wasting time on the Net and actually doing something productive with the time, like actually finishing The Paper Pirate for once (or getting drunk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how this goes. I'll start on Monday. Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108571-114075352849448437?l=phoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/114075352849448437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13108571&amp;postID=114075352849448437&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/114075352849448437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/114075352849448437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/2006/02/confessions-part-1.html' title='Confessions Part 1'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108571.post-114052769807820505</id><published>2006-02-21T23:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T14:31:23.126+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ngheo Republic*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;*note: Ngheo means poor in Vietnamese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few photos from my Nam tour. I'll upload the rest as soon as I work out how the habib xml works with Flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/400/vn1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Some pretty hot looking temples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/400/vn2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Old people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/1600/vn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/400/vn3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saigon streets are always flooded with traffic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/1600/vn4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/400/vn4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Ho Chi Minh does his part for the fashion world and starts the sandal trend for the Vietnamese people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/1600/vn6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/400/vn6.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Firstly, Vietnamese Coke? What's next? Vietnamese sushi?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/1600/vn7.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/400/vn7.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Doing what Vietnamese ants do best - crawl on the clothing line.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/1600/vn8.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/400/vn8.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Coffee and drinks-to-go come in plastic bags. Very ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPRESENT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/1600/vn9.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/400/vn9.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You can tell you're on an Asian beach when you see an empty packet of noodles floating around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/1600/vn11.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/400/vn11.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FOB!&lt;br /&gt;(Fresh Off the Boat, for you white folk out there)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/400/vn12.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ahh, the iconic image of the telegraph pole against the sky..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/400/vn13.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was severely disappointed that the hot foxy ladies only existed in lingerie posters.&lt;br /&gt;.. not that I'm superficial or anything...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108571-114052769807820505?l=phoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/114052769807820505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13108571&amp;postID=114052769807820505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/114052769807820505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/114052769807820505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/2006/02/ngheo-republic.html' title='The Ngheo Republic*'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108571.post-114006546933546110</id><published>2006-02-16T15:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T00:49:27.306+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Proposals</title><content type='html'>There are some pretty wicked methods of proposing out there. There was one method in a movie that I won't name (for 'just in case' reasons haha), but the way the guy proposed was most awesome. The idea was inspiring. It even made me go all warm inside. It was brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some methods that I've heard of, or seen are pretty tacky. There was one where this guy sent a bunch of roses to his gf at work and there was a note attached that read, "How about we go shopping for a ring?". I don't know about you, but that's lame. It's as if the guy was afraid she would say no and didn't want to face the awkward silence if he was actually there. But like I've always said, awkward silences are thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the one that tops the lame list, is the writing in the sky. C'mon, anyone with a few hundred bucks could pull that off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm here a few ideas that I thought would be pretty wicked (from the top of my head of course):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*spell it out using the froth in the coffee (you need a big cup for this)&lt;br /&gt;*make an interactive website! hAhah (with a domain that only she knows of course)&lt;br /&gt;*make a comic book? for the seth fans out there&lt;br /&gt;*if your a street artist, paste/stencil your proposal on the walls where everyone can see (actually I quite like this idea...*takes notes*)&lt;br /&gt;*spell it out using stemmed roses on her front lawn (I'm sure Roses Only would be happy with your business)&lt;br /&gt;*leave post it notes on her alarm clock, which is the start of the follow-the-post-it-notes adventure, which in the end, is the final post-it note with a ring.. or something...&lt;br /&gt;*make a video and shove it in her PSP, so next time she loads it, she'll be screaming of joy (major geek factor though)&lt;br /&gt;*SMS? No, sms's never work for anything.&lt;br /&gt;*E-mail? You coward!&lt;br /&gt;*I guess you can go down on one knee and do it at a resturant. OR, if you super in love and want to show it to the whole world, do it in the middle of a busy airport. That way, it's very teenage-movie like. Who knows, you may even get an audience clapping.&lt;br /&gt;*Write a song? Only works for musicians. Or for people who actually can sing.&lt;br /&gt;*(new entry - thanks Tim)   The Homer Simpson onion ring style. mmmmm onions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I'm gonna stop there, cuz it's freaking me out. I'm only 21!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why this has got me thinking is because of the CTRL+ALT+DEL comic that I quite like. In the comic the protagonist Ethan (a major gaming nerd) proposes to his hot girlfriend Lilah (who is also into games, but doesn't worship them like Ethan (on second thought, a hot girl that's into games? WTF?! nice)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The method is majory nerdly geekly sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/comic.php?d=20060210"&gt;Start reading here&lt;/a&gt; (it's only three pages).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Julian Wong for the heads up on the issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108571-114006546933546110?l=phoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/114006546933546110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13108571&amp;postID=114006546933546110&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/114006546933546110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/114006546933546110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/2006/02/marriage-proposals.html' title='Marriage Proposals'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108571.post-113999343172137108</id><published>2006-02-15T19:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:14:35.286+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year of Risk</title><content type='html'>So, I'm graduating with a degree in Digital Media in May/June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2-3 years I wanted to get out. Get into the real world and start working. Start getting in the bucks (money, fools). Uni was kind of like a prison, not a bad one though. If it was a real prison, it would be the best prison ever! But I dunno, I just felt caged in. Hmm, I think caged-in is a better description than prison. I dreamed of freedom and a better life after tertiary study. And now that I'm out, I'm not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of looking for a job like anyone else, I took a risk and started freelancing with my boys (and the two girls) @ the Phlü. Like any other business starting up, it's quite rocky at this point in time but I'm sure it'll pick up very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to my next thought - why am I taking a risk and starting up from scratch? It's an idea I've had in the back of my mind for quite some time now (even longer than Miranda Kerr. ooer). Most people would do the logical step of joining some agency/studio and then, through years of experience (and a truckfull of contacts) down the track, start their own little studio. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the most attractive thing about starting with nothing NOW is that it's risky - and risky is sexy. But I don't think feeling sexy without the rewards is a good thing. But who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's why this year is a huge risk for me. I have little real industry experience, but I have learnt what others have done in the past (but that's not real experience for me is it?). The dosh will come in slowly... like a turtle... that's half asleep. But it DOES give me time to finish off The Paper Pirates and do other creative endevours that I wanted to chase up but couldn't before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it doesn't work out, it's only one year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I shall start looking for positions in motion houses as well.... oooer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108571-113999343172137108?l=phoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/113999343172137108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13108571&amp;postID=113999343172137108&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113999343172137108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113999343172137108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/2006/02/year-of-risk.html' title='The Year of Risk'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108571.post-113988023326625554</id><published>2006-02-14T12:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T12:23:53.266+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Luv Sux</title><content type='html'>Had this idea for a sketch for a while now. Wished I had spent more time to glam it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/1600/luvsux.2.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/320/luvsux.3.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alone on Valentine's day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join &lt;a href="http://www.invertmethod.com/antival/"&gt;The Anti-Valentine's Day Republic!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108571-113988023326625554?l=phoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/113988023326625554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13108571&amp;postID=113988023326625554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113988023326625554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113988023326625554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/2006/02/luv-sux.html' title='Luv Sux'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108571.post-113931167277751743</id><published>2006-02-07T22:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T23:45:01.713+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits and pieces</title><content type='html'>Life is getting back to normal but at a slow pace. All I need is a new hdd and my workstation is ready to go (I hope). Just been doing nothing really. Work starts next week, as a full-time freelance designer with the Fluidx squad - I still think Phlüid looks more cooler and inviting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here a few more dailies that I've forgotten to add:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://triggerhappyhomy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hoojmachine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wigu.silverx.net/"&gt;Jimbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tots.silverx.net"&gt;Linny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also added a shortlist of my idols, those in which I will elaborate on why I love them so much in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Miranda Kerr is gorgeous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108571-113931167277751743?l=phoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/113931167277751743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13108571&amp;postID=113931167277751743&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113931167277751743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113931167277751743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/2006/02/bits-and-pieces.html' title='Bits and pieces'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108571.post-113893867436780550</id><published>2006-02-03T14:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T14:51:14.366+11:00</updated><title type='text'>NINJAMAN! update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.polaine.com/playpen/wp-content/images/ninjaman.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.polaine.com/playpen/wp-content/images/ninjaman.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's abit late to promote our little game on this site but Ninjaman, a Flash game collaboration between buddies &lt;a href="http://frozenzero.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adam Searle&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jasonchow.net/"&gt;Jason Chow&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.invertmethod.com"&gt;myself&lt;/a&gt;, has finally reached 3 million plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT's RIGHT. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 (THREE) MILLION PLAYS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 000 000!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And it's only been less than a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play Ninjaman today! Official site: &lt;a href="http://www.ninja-man.com"&gt;www.ninja-man.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108571-113893867436780550?l=phoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/113893867436780550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13108571&amp;postID=113893867436780550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113893867436780550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113893867436780550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/2006/02/ninjaman-update.html' title='NINJAMAN! update'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108571.post-113890105605678167</id><published>2006-02-03T04:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T16:07:57.480+11:00</updated><title type='text'>MSN History</title><content type='html'>So, after a long day's worth of freelance work, I'm here all buggered out. With a shitty computer in front of me and there's nothing to do but go through the old stuff and see what's left in here. Memories come flooding back of course, especially the ones that I can recall from reading the history files in MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty hard to believe that the person I haven't had contact with for 12 months, used to be part of my life for 9 years. It took me a whole year to figure out that it's simply just "weird" that they're not around anymore. Laughter, sadness, excitement, fear, hate, jealousy, joy and sorrow all felt and all shared. Now it feels like a distant memory. Am I sad about it? Yes. What am I gonna do about it? I don't know. It's not that easy... or is it? It probably is. (note to self: stop talking to yourself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I recall, I think we had a biff and that was that. The end. Finito. Friendship gone. Tattered and lost with the wind. Now I can't even remember what it was about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108571-113890105605678167?l=phoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/113890105605678167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13108571&amp;postID=113890105605678167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113890105605678167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113890105605678167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/2006/02/msn-history.html' title='MSN History'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108571.post-113879389013258398</id><published>2006-02-01T22:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:38:10.133+11:00</updated><title type='text'>One Minute Silence</title><content type='html'>May we stand tall during the minute silence for my dead harddisk.&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P my 120gb friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*plays montage of the fun memories*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108571-113879389013258398?l=phoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/113879389013258398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13108571&amp;postID=113879389013258398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113879389013258398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113879389013258398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-minute-silence.html' title='One Minute Silence'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108571.post-113877088779111723</id><published>2006-02-01T15:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T16:47:31.833+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand job</title><content type='html'>It's finally great to see the Nintendo DS picking up the pace in the hand-held gaming stakes. With over 13 million sales worldwide during it's first year, and with over a million sales during the Xmas 2005 sales in Japan alone, it's finally getting some attention it really deserves. Everyone knows I'm a Nintendo fanboy at heart, through and through. But honestly, don't tell anyone but, sometimes I like to dip my fingers in the dark side and sleep with the enemy - Sony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it's pretty gay if you're only a one-sided gamer, beating up your friends because he owns a Sony or that brick that they call an Xbox. But hey, I like a little friendly rivalry here and there to spice things up, so I'm just gonna say that Nintendo shits on everyone, even that Phantom console that has disappeared from the face of the earth. Case Closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the DS's horrid retro look (there's two types of retro: good and bad), it's an innovative machine that is really pushing games to another level. It offers new ways to interact with those pixels you see on-screen. You can still use your thumbs on the traditional buttons and crosspad of course but what fun is that anymore? See that little microphone on the bottom? Blow into it and you can set that little boat with the sail within the game going. See that little stylus? (the pen, duh) Draw a box around Pacman so he can't escape! It's new methods of play and interaction like these that really set this little underrated beauty (internally) apart from anything else. It's a medium of play that even &lt;a href="http://www.polaine.com"&gt;Mr. AndyRom&lt;/a&gt; would be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nintendo.com.au/ds/images/i_5486.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.nintendo.com.au/ds/images/i_5486.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW!! Look! You can use the stylus to like, write stuff!&lt;br /&gt;Revolutionary stuff Nintendo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it really seems like the DS is only played by:&lt;br /&gt;* Nintendo fanboys&lt;br /&gt;* the more "established" gamers (who practically grew up with Nintendo anyway).&lt;br /&gt;* little kids&lt;br /&gt;* gaming purist (who are on the search for a greater experience....?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, although there are many "innovative" apporoaches to games on the DS, there aren't many titles to carry these innovations onto the masses. Too bad Nintendo are the only ones who believe in innovation. (Here's a brief history lession. Without them there would be no digital crosspads, analoque sticks, rumble features....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PlayStation Portable on the other hand, is a mean beast. Out of all the consoles, hand-helds, and everything else that comes in between, it's the sexiest thing. Ever. Is it sexier then Jessica Alba in a bubble bath surrouned by candles and sweet smelling roses? Hmm, I'll get back to you on that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/1600/pspalba.0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/400/pspalba.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes, I just don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's sex appeal that is one of its major driving factors. Take this example, as well, an example: if the DS and PSP were placed before you and you had no idea what they did, which one would you choose? I know I'd go for the black PSP. And once you go black, you can't go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(shiet sorry, was distracted a while by the &lt;a href="http://www.timrudder.com/blog.html"&gt;Rudster &lt;/a&gt;with &lt;a href="http://www.semipermanent.com/sc/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't really give a shat about Nintendo's games-only philosophy anyway (which is the majority). Because why would I invest in a machine that only plays games, when I can invest in a machine that ALSO plays music, movies and is incredibly sexy? Did I mention the PSP's interface is very smooth and sexy as well? Well, it is. And let's not forget that the games on the PSP actually look good in 3d (as compared to the forsaken N-Gage and the pitiful attempts on the DS). Grand Theft Auto on the PSP actually looks like Grand Theft Auto on every other platform. The first time I saw polygons move around on the PSP's sexy 16:9 screen, I didn't know whether to smile or cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I would view the PSP as a multimedia machine (which was it's aim anyway). Videos look great on it but I don't know if I would fork out $30 for a movie only to be viewed on this tiny screen (as compared to a 50-inch plasma). But it would be cool to show potential clients some motion work streamed from Memory Sticks, or to show and tell those drunken (and naughty) photos from the holiday weekend. But at $400 a pop? It wouldn't be a wise purchase. And as for its music capabilities? Please, don't make me laugh - that's what I got an iPod for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apart from the DS's innovative approaches to games and it's possibility to be used as a tool for self-defence, what does it offer? Well, it runs on games streamed from carts which is always good for battery life (you tightarses), whereas PSP's spin their UMD discs like a pizza-making-guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nintendo.com.au/ds/images/i_5483.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.nintendo.com.au/ds/images/i_5483.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;A Nintendo DS would do more damage to an intruder than anything else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, that's the only pro I can think of for the DS at the moment.  Wait. Here's another, it's from Nintendo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER on The Phoreal Show:&lt;br /&gt;Fun in the bedroom with Nintendo's Revolution Controller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/1600/Revolution-controller.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/400/Revolution-controller.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108571-113877088779111723?l=phoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/113877088779111723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13108571&amp;postID=113877088779111723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113877088779111723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113877088779111723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/2006/02/hand-job.html' title='Hand job'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108571.post-113871234596215540</id><published>2006-01-31T23:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:59:05.990+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Life</title><content type='html'>Dammit! I was chatting with my mate Ethan about a possibility of a life-search engine like Google Life the other day. How useful it would be when you've lost something. We dabbed about the possibilities it would bring, and how sad it would be if we typed in our girlfriend's names into the search engine and something like, "In bed at Gary's house" pop up as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly enough, someone else has already come up with the comical idea before us. Funny how the same thing can be thought of on the other side of the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbspot.com/News/2004/10/google_life_search.html"&gt;The original idea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108571-113871234596215540?l=phoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/113871234596215540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13108571&amp;postID=113871234596215540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113871234596215540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113871234596215540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/2006/01/google-life.html' title='Google Life'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108571.post-113858782701690838</id><published>2006-01-30T13:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T13:23:47.030+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Body clock</title><content type='html'>Man, I gotta really fix my sleeping patterns. Sleeping at 5-6am and waking up 7 hours later doesn't cut it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108571-113858782701690838?l=phoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/113858782701690838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13108571&amp;postID=113858782701690838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113858782701690838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113858782701690838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/2006/01/body-clock.html' title='Body clock'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108571.post-113854670225795920</id><published>2006-01-30T01:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T01:58:22.276+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Autographed stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toan.influidx.net/image/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://toan.influidx.net/image/31.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://toan.influidx.net/image/32.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://toan.influidx.net/image/32.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what I just bought. Hopefully, this will be worth something one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108571-113854670225795920?l=phoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/113854670225795920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13108571&amp;postID=113854670225795920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113854670225795920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113854670225795920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/2006/01/autographed-stuff.html' title='Autographed stuff'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108571.post-113851090208660387</id><published>2006-01-29T15:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T16:01:42.100+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the year</title><content type='html'>Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long think, the song of 2005 for me would have to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fix you - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow song, but everytime I listen to it I just feel a sudden lift in spirit. Fantastic really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really have an album of the year, because I didn't buy many in 2005. All this will change for 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hmm, why do I sound so boring these days...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108571-113851090208660387?l=phoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/113851090208660387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13108571&amp;postID=113851090208660387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113851090208660387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113851090208660387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/2006/01/song-of-year.html' title='Song of the year'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108571.post-113842996145095565</id><published>2006-01-28T17:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T01:50:49.656+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's resolutions</title><content type='html'>Been looking at &lt;a href="http://toan.influidx.net"&gt;Toan&lt;/a&gt;'s blog recently and was reading through his New Year's resolution list which made me wonder - where was mine? I don't think I've ever made a list. I might have made a few notes or to-do's in the back of my mind in the past few years, but have never set anything in concrete. So... here's mine for 2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt; &lt;li&gt;Get off my arse and fix the problems I have now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get an Apple Notebook. So I can seperate work from life (workstation and lifebook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my Full's Driver license&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do a couple of collabo's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get some more stuff published - I can't brag I've been in the Semipermanent book all my life..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start cleaning my car&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Start taking care of my car&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Add more responsibilites to my responsibilities list - like my car and Milo (my dog)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Gain a few kg's - ladies don't seem to favour twig arms.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Turn my messy arty farty texter and cardboard filled room into a proper looking design room&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Spend less Net time and spend more friends/partner/social time&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;No more drinking till im off my face. Sick of this 'rockstar' lifestyle (i wish)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Stop wasting time on making my own blog sites and start using ready-made blog apps&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Start talking to people who I haven't spoken to in a while&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Be more brave on the lady front (C'mon Ethan! Team power!)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Buy more music - at least once a week&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Reguarly back up data - no matter how lazy I am&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Be more conceptually focused, rather than aesthetically&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Finish something I started (ala Paper Pirates!)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Be more honest about how I feel about things&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; Hmm it's abit to declare these as New Year's resolutions, so lets refer to them as 2006 goals then... hurrah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108571-113842996145095565?l=phoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/113842996145095565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13108571&amp;postID=113842996145095565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113842996145095565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113842996145095565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s resolutions'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108571.post-113835508576460465</id><published>2006-01-27T20:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T20:44:45.863+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/1600/jamiejohny.0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7224/1139/320/jamiejohny.0.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty people make ugly people less ugly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be thankful Jamie!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I recommend everyone get these Clark Kent specs because girls will flock to you faster than you can say, "Holy faster-than-a-speeding-bullet, Batman!".&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/13108571-113835508576460465?l=phoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/113835508576460465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13108571&amp;postID=113835508576460465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113835508576460465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113835508576460465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/2006/01/ugly-people.html' title='Ugly people'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108571.post-113833703011292743</id><published>2006-01-27T14:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:24:16.416+11:00</updated><title type='text'>well...</title><content type='html'>Life after getting back from Nam has turned upside down. I've only been gone for 5 weeks and everything isn't the same anymore. People have changed, ladies have changed their minds, cars have broken down, harddrives have stopped spinning and bills have escalated. Jezuz, it was only 5 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I've blogged in a long time. Why did i stop? I guess i was just burnt out and lost the passion for spilling out thoughts. I've lost all passion lately to be honest - hmm, though I seriously do think it's just a phase I'm going through this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After touching down at Sydney airport, I was probably the most happiest mutha on the plane. I pratically jumped outa my seat as I breathed in the polluted Sydney air deep within my lungs . I would've kissed the tarmac but people would've thought I whack or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Nam trip was alright I guess. The first two weeks were sorta ok, while the last 3 weeks felt like it was another year until I got back home. What made it worse was that feeling that you had someone back home. Or at least I thought I did - doesn't it totally suck when you find out you've been on this one way street all this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone else really disappointed me when I got back here. It was a person that I thought of in high regard, like the holy model of a righteous person - well at least in my mindset anyway. Pfft - hypocrite. Now you're just as wrong as you made me out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop bitching/ranting, esp. in a blog. But everyone seems to be busy with their own thing, and talking to a brick wall, is well, like talking to a brick wall. At least talking to Milo involves some feedback in forms of howls and paw movement, but atm he really smells and needs a wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere that feelings and emotions are controlled by chemcial reactions within the body. I find that pretty weird that a bunch of chemicals have the almighty power of controlling who we adore, hate and like-like. I always thought the soul had control over this, but then again, that just doesn't seem logical. Then again, what IS logical these days anyway. I know 3 comes after 2 though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the harddrive on my workstation has stopped spinning. Back ups? Yes, but only since October. Paper Pirate backups? Yes. Countlessly. But they're useless without the back ups of the voice recordings... Sometimes I can be just klutz, and fuck things up big time. No wonder people laugh at the way I do things sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will this year bring? Money hopefully. It's something that I find has some sort of connection to everything in life, even happiness. Many people say it doesn't. But i strongly think it does, even if it's weak connection. Seriously, where is happiness when you have no money in your pocket? What are you gonna do all day? Stare at the wall? You wanna draw something? Buddy, you need money to buy pencil and paper. You could say you could use a burnt stick (charcoal) and draw on leaves or whatever, but how are you gonna burn the stick without a match? I know i can't start a fire without one... hmm i think this tangent is spiralling into nowhere.... lol i think i'll stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually ok, look at a couple situation, what are you gonna do without money? Hang and home and punch buttons on the Playstation? Without dosh, where does the Playstation come from? Ok, throw the Playstation idea away. You could just spend time with each other and 'talk' I guess.  But come on, after a while it's gonna get boring because you'll know all their stories like a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. actually, forget what I just wrote about money. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise for wasting your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm sorry - Craig David*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108571-113833703011292743?l=phoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/113833703011292743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13108571&amp;postID=113833703011292743&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113833703011292743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108571/posts/default/113833703011292743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoreal.blogspot.com/2006/01/well.html' title='well...'/><author><name>phoreal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09117560630643774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://jei.influidx.net/avatars/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
