<?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-7561311633291181106</id><updated>2011-08-02T13:51:45.952-07:00</updated><category term='Blizzard'/><category term='Mobile'/><category term='Exspansion'/><category term='ATT'/><category term='Ericsson'/><category term='Technology'/><category term='Sony'/><category term='WoW'/><category term='ATnT'/><category term='World of Warcraft'/><category term='Review'/><category term='Cell Phone'/><category term='Blizzcon'/><category term='Tech'/><category term='Mobile Phone'/><category term='Allience'/><category term='Horde'/><category term='Sony Ericsson'/><category term='Cell'/><category term='Phone'/><title type='text'>As Told By Pecky</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-6058275511459074572</id><published>2009-07-14T23:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:57:20.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a good couple of days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t really has been. Blury most of it is, but still a good couple days. In my drunken estasy I've confessed my feelings to a girl, played host at a very chill lil party at my house, and I got to hang out and have a beer with an artist which of whom I look up to adermirably. Feeling good, and got my fixie finally. So all around its seems like the new fall semester is gonna shape up to be a good start. Lets hope it stays as golden as these days I've lead in my drunken and consious life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sl19iHCsBPI/AAAAAAAAAOY/43-Z0FSXT2s/s1600-h/DSC01059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sl19iHCsBPI/AAAAAAAAAOY/43-Z0FSXT2s/s400/DSC01059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358577156600104178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sl19h50P37I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qeDmyCZ7BTM/s1600-h/DSC01056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sl19h50P37I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qeDmyCZ7BTM/s400/DSC01056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358577153049878450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sl19hgItH8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/hS7SVuX0v-M/s1600-h/DSC01062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sl19hgItH8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/hS7SVuX0v-M/s400/DSC01062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358577146156359618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sl19hLtEjwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Q7ki9bHSPCQ/s400/DSC01064.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358577140671745794" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sl19gyYHnWI/AAAAAAAAAN4/namWN6S_nT4/s1600-h/DSC01045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sl19gyYHnWI/AAAAAAAAAN4/namWN6S_nT4/s400/DSC01045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358577133872979298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/7561311633291181106-6058275511459074572?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/6058275511459074572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=6058275511459074572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/6058275511459074572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/6058275511459074572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-good-couple-of-days.html' title='It&apos;s been a good couple of days.'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sl19iHCsBPI/AAAAAAAAAOY/43-Z0FSXT2s/s72-c/DSC01059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-5083329509951708378</id><published>2009-07-08T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:45:01.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oddities and Small Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ife is extreamly lonely at times, but I'm okay with it. I have friends and family, girls come and go in the picture. But in reality I could really careless, I pretty much have what I want. I have what I need, and nothing I dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nd since the last post, I've been to vegas again. I've saw transformers in Hollywood at a pre-screening. San Jose family came down to visit, got my fixie...finally. Got to ride my bmx for a bit, I've been neglicting it for quite sometime. Also play world of warcraft alot more now, its the time of day where I snack up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SlUEb01KJgI/AAAAAAAAANQ/RKE24-N55AE/s400/DSC01011.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356192207911659010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SlUEcX-bcRI/AAAAAAAAANo/iFKtk9tAnAQ/s1600-h/DSC01006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SlUEcX-bcRI/AAAAAAAAANo/iFKtk9tAnAQ/s400/DSC01006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356192217345782034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SlUEcTS0mII/AAAAAAAAANg/jdGTjPu6GZw/s1600-h/DSC01045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SlUEcEyf6rI/AAAAAAAAANY/n1ErOpY5yVs/s400/DSC01031.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356192212195470002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SlUEc6VL61I/AAAAAAAAANw/9P8Zn_yRaLQ/s1600-h/DSC01017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SlUEc6VL61I/AAAAAAAAANw/9P8Zn_yRaLQ/s400/DSC01017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356192226568039250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SlUEcTS0mII/AAAAAAAAANg/jdGTjPu6GZw/s1600-h/DSC01045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SlUEcTS0mII/AAAAAAAAANg/jdGTjPu6GZw/s400/DSC01045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356192216089139330" border="0" /&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/7561311633291181106-5083329509951708378?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/5083329509951708378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=5083329509951708378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/5083329509951708378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/5083329509951708378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/07/oddities-and-small-adventures.html' title='Oddities and Small Adventures'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SlUEb01KJgI/AAAAAAAAANQ/RKE24-N55AE/s72-c/DSC01011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-1713542809938648140</id><published>2009-06-21T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:01:23.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunited and feels so good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sj67s5MOeSI/AAAAAAAAANI/gwmJ4BwYxW8/s1600-h/DSC00996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sj67s5MOeSI/AAAAAAAAANI/gwmJ4BwYxW8/s400/DSC00996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349919787303467298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sj67s8WhUZI/AAAAAAAAANA/PJo9a2xTRCs/s1600-h/DSC00992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sj67s8WhUZI/AAAAAAAAANA/PJo9a2xTRCs/s400/DSC00992.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349919788151951762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sj67soIN7LI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dAMkR56lrd4/s1600-h/DSC00988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sj67soIN7LI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dAMkR56lrd4/s400/DSC00988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349919782723251378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sj67sWNWZHI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DbgsLx6HKGo/s1600-h/DSC00987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sj67sWNWZHI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DbgsLx6HKGo/s400/DSC00987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349919777912939634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sj67sJqnscI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1nrT0R5M50Y/s1600-h/DSC00986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sj67sJqnscI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1nrT0R5M50Y/s400/DSC00986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349919774546047426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t feels really satisfying and very heart warming when you are re-united with an old friend that you truely cared about after a long period of time. And it is much more fuzzier feeling when your two best friends get along perfectly the very first day they meet. My circle of true friends is growing again. I will be savoring every moment.&lt;div&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/7561311633291181106-1713542809938648140?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/1713542809938648140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=1713542809938648140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/1713542809938648140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/1713542809938648140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/06/reunited-and-feels-so-good.html' title='Reunited and feels so good'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sj67s5MOeSI/AAAAAAAAANI/gwmJ4BwYxW8/s72-c/DSC00996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-1223882583557769946</id><published>2009-06-13T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T11:17:01.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the things that run through my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ts 2.42am as I start this entry. Akwardly sitting and typing, trying to pre-meditate before I push the plastic keys on my laptop to prevent typos and errors that may mislead those of you who follow my blog. My journal is for the public to see and to grasp a glimps of my life, if they care to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;M&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y nose is stuffy for reason that are beyond my mental capacity. My eyes are heavy, yet refuse to fall shut and let me slip into a deep and sweet slumber. So I begin to ponder, why am I here? Why have the events in my life occured and why have the results lead to this momentary conclusion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t is not a complaint, nor is it a complete and total warm welcoming. I often ponder about who will complete me. Who is out there for me, just for me and I am there only for them. Love is a scary word I avoid and search whole heartedly for. Compassion and understanding, trust... and why not throw in some a few common interests. I am desperately searching for you who ever you are. As of now my luck has been failing me. I only find new friends, not that it is a bad thing. But none that I can get close to. None that I can be intimate not only physically, but also mentally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;M&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y demands are not great, but they are not low. I often find myself contradicting what I have stated in terms of what kind of personality I want to discover. Maybe I am too young for this, maybe I still have alot more heart breaking hardships I must endure before I finally slip, trip, fall to the ground only to be picked up by eyes not only beautiful in mines, but also deep and determind with life and its struggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;h how I become so poetic when I write these late night rants. Only to find myself to putting up a flawed guard in the reality of my waking day. I shall try to sleep tonight, I shall try to answer and find reason to my quearies. As for now... my mind is left unkept and unswept. Too tired and too blunt for games. On this quest to find this one person to make me whole, to become my world for I will gladly become theirs. Time is patient... and time is always untimely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-1223882583557769946?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/1223882583557769946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=1223882583557769946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/1223882583557769946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/1223882583557769946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-that-run-through-my-head.html' title='the things that run through my head'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-1813268393099013553</id><published>2009-06-09T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:04:00.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've rid myself of the people that bring me down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lain and simple, I dont want your friendship. I do not feel any remorse, and you've been terrible friends to me. Sure you've been here and there with me, but you two ask for too much. Let me live in peace. Just let me live my life poor, and left with untied affairs. But I have had enough, we are are done in every shape and form of the word and I do not have any desire to restart and make up. I'd say goodbye, but I do not have any well wishings for you nor do I wish any demise apon you two. Bottom line... I dont want neither of you in my life any more.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;T&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o Ivan... I regret everything, and I've lost too many things. Car, money, friends, and heart. I look forward to seeing you in the future and want to leave things in the past where they belong. I no longer have any ties with anyone or anything that tore us apart. So now it's up to you to accept me back in your life as the new person I have become. As I will do the same for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-1813268393099013553?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/1813268393099013553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=1813268393099013553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/1813268393099013553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/1813268393099013553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-rid-myself-of-people-that-bring-me.html' title='I&apos;ve rid myself of the people that bring me down.'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-259934903194854399</id><published>2009-06-08T02:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:58:03.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a different person now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;V&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ery much like how my title says. I am a very different person now. I have changed my habits, my beliefs, my way of thinking, the way I see life, love, and set backs. I just saw a really old friend of mines blog... and it really hit me. He still see's me the way we set off on our seperate paths. I still hope that we will meet again, and I hope that things get much better for him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;S&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ad thing is he still associates me with the people we departed with. I have none to very little contact with any of them and sadly... would rather keep it that way. Except for him, he would be excited to know that I went to E3, and thought about asking him to go, even though we dont talk anymore. He would be excited for the fact that I stood in line with Rick Fox waiting to get a giant inflatable wii-mote and thought "hm, im sure he would be stoked too" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;B&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ut all is said and horribly done. I know I can't be forgivin, but if forgivness is what you are able to find, then I will greatly appriciate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;M&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y life has gotten better, but still feels empty for I lost a good friend. Though you did not show it, your appriciation for my companionship was heavily felt. I would still like to hang out talk about games, debate about religion, or kick back and have a drink. I am the way I now because you influenced my life enough to set off this way. I miss you, I really do... things are different now, and I hope you see it.&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/7561311633291181106-259934903194854399?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/259934903194854399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=259934903194854399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/259934903194854399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/259934903194854399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-different-person-now.html' title='I am a different person now.'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-6262440514760455827</id><published>2009-05-25T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:23:27.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much stuff going on and not enough photos</title><content type='html'>Crazy ass weekend with my partner in crime Jacobo. Vegas from Thursday to Monday. Being under all kinds of influences and just acting like hooligans on the streets of Las Vegas. Here are some pictures and maybe a little video I might put together later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ShuIaXOMpWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/A15fN2DFMhE/s400/DSC00907.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340011769669395810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ShuIatWz1ZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Gc0hzUYgjjY/s400/DSC00910.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340011775611098514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ShuIaw8SUrI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zjnADOIvWHc/s400/DSC00912.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340011776573592242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I've been doing alot of photography. Here are some photos from my celluar telephone's camera. It was my first ride, 30+ female riders and 2 male riders... Derred and me hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ShuIbD_XVsI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZC3cYqVNHGk/s400/DSC00893.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340011781686777538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ShuIbVxve8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/Bci16EFFW84/s1600-h/DSC00897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ShuIbVxve8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/Bci16EFFW84/s400/DSC00897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340011786461477826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ShuKViMVFaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/N5gQ9V5uqhE/s1600-h/DSC00899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ShuKViMVFaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/N5gQ9V5uqhE/s400/DSC00899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340013885738259874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on a more serious side of the blogging sphere. I cant help but feel like I have lost the ability to fall in love. I have felt so many feelings and they seem like what love should feel like. Yet it's almost the same with everyone I try to get to know. I'm not the kind to blurt out the big scary 3 word phrase if I am in the moment. Nor am I the one that falls at frst sight. I've been through alot and feel numb to the feeling of love and the feeling of being in love, if such a thing exsist. Maybe this thing call love is all just a big compatability issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What ever this odd feeling is, it sure has handicap'd my ability to gauge the emotion people feel for I just see everything as a big joke. Nothing is that meaningful to me anymore and passion between two people is almost non-exsistance. But dont get me wrong I do believe some things are still meaningful, sadly the things that are meaningful to me are very few.&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/7561311633291181106-6262440514760455827?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/6262440514760455827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=6262440514760455827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/6262440514760455827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/6262440514760455827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-much-stuff-going-on-and-not-enough.html' title='Too much stuff going on and not enough photos'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ShuIaXOMpWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/A15fN2DFMhE/s72-c/DSC00907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-1867247216126803601</id><published>2009-05-16T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:48:57.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Editing</title><content type='html'>It's something I've always been good at. I just need to learn how to use the variety of plug-ins and effects parameters to add the extra shine to my videos. But untill then here are some very quickly done short edits I've been putting out today and yesterday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4654153&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4654153&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4654153"&gt;Test Edit with Jacobo&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/doomsdaystudios"&gt;Andy Nguyen&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4680841&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4680841&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4680841"&gt;Throw back of 2008&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/doomsdaystudios"&gt;Andy Nguyen&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="305"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4684639&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4684639&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4684639"&gt;Effects/cutting test&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/doomsdaystudios"&gt;Andy Nguyen&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="305"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4685701&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4685701&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4685701"&gt;Hang5 machine fun&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/doomsdaystudios"&gt;Andy Nguyen&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-1867247216126803601?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/1867247216126803601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=1867247216126803601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/1867247216126803601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/1867247216126803601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/05/video-editing.html' title='Video Editing'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-7182280777471573348</id><published>2009-05-10T15:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:38:55.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life at the moment, is beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;usic, vibrations, current friends and new ones, pedaling around on a bike, or pushing the ground to roll on that skateboard... I am completely content with my life. Words cannont describe it, but I do wish I could share this with certain people. They deserve to feel what I feel, how I feel about life. Here are some photo's that will recap my current living situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SgdXVVuqWpI/AAAAAAAAALw/nU79QqfK_9k/s1600-h/DSC00885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SgdXVVuqWpI/AAAAAAAAALw/nU79QqfK_9k/s400/DSC00885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334328307765369490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SgdXVeWIDaI/AAAAAAAAALo/nsqfZ_DlBFs/s1600-h/DSC00882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SgdXVeWIDaI/AAAAAAAAALo/nsqfZ_DlBFs/s400/DSC00882.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334328310078377378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SgdXVAw5Q7I/AAAAAAAAALg/KrUb_nBZDzo/s1600-h/DSC00879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SgdXVAw5Q7I/AAAAAAAAALg/KrUb_nBZDzo/s400/DSC00879.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334328302137590706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SgdXVGiGHJI/AAAAAAAAALY/_DTJyCqot1Q/s1600-h/DSC00877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SgdXVGiGHJI/AAAAAAAAALY/_DTJyCqot1Q/s400/DSC00877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334328303686130834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SgdXU-hAdPI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-RNG34kHyJE/s1600-h/DSC00867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SgdXU-hAdPI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-RNG34kHyJE/s400/DSC00867.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334328301534082290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SgdW42Fe4SI/AAAAAAAAALI/lL4a2NCDj8s/s1600-h/DSC00859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SgdW42Fe4SI/AAAAAAAAALI/lL4a2NCDj8s/s400/DSC00859.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334327818234814754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SgdW48cSqmI/AAAAAAAAALA/nkC71ew5hBg/s1600-h/DSC00858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SgdW48cSqmI/AAAAAAAAALA/nkC71ew5hBg/s400/DSC00858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334327819941096034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SgdW4gCGmGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZB-GRebE6Gw/s1600-h/DSC00845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SgdW4gCGmGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZB-GRebE6Gw/s400/DSC00845.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334327812315060322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SgdW4ZGUb1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/gs1WmjBWGmY/s1600-h/DSC00841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SgdW4ZGUb1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/gs1WmjBWGmY/s400/DSC00841.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334327810453696338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SgdW4ej7usI/AAAAAAAAAKo/gpMN7o6m3Ok/s1600-h/DSC00836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SgdW4ej7usI/AAAAAAAAAKo/gpMN7o6m3Ok/s400/DSC00836.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334327811920083650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&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/7561311633291181106-7182280777471573348?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/7182280777471573348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=7182280777471573348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/7182280777471573348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/7182280777471573348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-life-at-moment-is-beautiful.html' title='My life at the moment, is beautiful'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SgdXVVuqWpI/AAAAAAAAALw/nU79QqfK_9k/s72-c/DSC00885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-9048673787944772499</id><published>2009-05-05T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T02:05:59.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Visually Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lright so, I just finished up a 4 hour session of World of Warcraft and decided to sit back and just browse through Vimeo for some cinamatic inspiration and I am overwelm'd by all that the community of Vimeo has to offer. There are like 10 videos I want to share but, I will be limiting them down to just 3.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;his first video is a new kung-fu movie that is coming out August 6th. Where? I am not really sure of that but will look into it. But the action in this trailer is insanely good, I wonder what they saved for the actual movie?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="236"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4439506&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4439506&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="236"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4439506"&gt;Merantau Trailer (HD)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user745762"&gt;Merantau Films&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he second is thesis project for computer animation. This is the field of work I am currently pursuing. This student does an extreamly good job with this short. It is funny, intellegent, and overall just really well done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="236"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4433312&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4433312&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="236"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4433312"&gt;Oxygen&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1686211"&gt;Christopher Hendryx&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nd for number 3, is a short movie shot with two different DSLR bodies (D500 &amp;amp; D90). I really have no idea what it is about, but music is good. It goes well with the attitude of the models/actors and gives it a nice edgy asthetic. Very modern and contemporary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="236"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4428048&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4428048&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="236"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4428048"&gt;Do you understand?&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user958381"&gt;Mike Kobal&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-9048673787944772499?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/9048673787944772499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=9048673787944772499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/9048673787944772499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/9048673787944772499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/05/going-visually-crazy.html' title='Going Visually Crazy'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-4450122180820828783</id><published>2009-04-27T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:39:33.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing video, and really nice mellow song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just stumbled across this video on my daily browsing of Vimeo. I dont know why musicians dont post their videos on Vimeo instead. Youtube has terrible quality and a horrible community that does not really appriciate the cinematography and used to produce such videos as this. Enjoy my little discovery, it deserves to be watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="237"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1552092&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1552092&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="237"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/1552092"&gt;Mountain Goats - Woke Up New (Directed by Rian Johnson)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/rcjohnso"&gt;rcjohnso&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-4450122180820828783?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/4450122180820828783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=4450122180820828783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/4450122180820828783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/4450122180820828783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/04/amazing-video-and-really-nice-mellow.html' title='Amazing video, and really nice mellow song.'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-9142351781446333264</id><published>2009-04-26T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:05:16.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are starting to pick up once again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o, recently things for me have been starting to pick up. I am still without a job, still without a car, and doing not the best in school. But I am having steady fun with my friends not over doing it but enough to be satisfied with what is going on. I have my World of Warcraft account re-activated, so no more bored nights sitting at home doing nothing. I've also been running some idea's through my head for ways to get sound on my stop motion videos. Maybe this animation thing will pick up for me again, I have some great idea's for short films that i need to express in a visual matter. Also I've been progressing in my biking, along with photography. Taking my camera every where I go and shooting pictures off when something inspires me.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lso I've met someone new-ish in my life. I've noticed her around from time to time, but now we're in a way..."dating". And I really couldn't be happier. She plays FPS (First Person Shooters) and is fun to be with. Does things because she likes to, and doesn't mind that I am a daily smoker. Confident enough to dress how she feels, and lives with-in walking distance. Which in my book is always a big plus!&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SfQk1mFrueI/AAAAAAAAAKY/n8WDx4oReNs/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328924762262190562" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SfQk1yg9EII/AAAAAAAAAKg/h73nQVD-xvc/s400/DSC_0037.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328924765597798530" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; really took a shine to her because she noticed my good traits right off the bat. Which is rare because for some reason I emit this aura that tells females that I am a mean, selfish, careless, wreck lose or that I am only out for one thing. It's good that some girls have their guard up a bit to prevent them from falling from the wrong kinds of guys. But sometimes it prevents them from seeing the good in people and prevents them from being able to seize the moments that can give you what you wanted all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; am a kind, thoughtful, generous (far beyond my own good), caring, and honest. I believe so because that is what the people closes to me tell me. And the people that are that close to me should know a little something about why they are my friends, family, and aquintences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-9142351781446333264?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/9142351781446333264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=9142351781446333264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/9142351781446333264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/9142351781446333264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-are-starting-to-pick-up-once.html' title='Things are starting to pick up once again.'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SfQk1mFrueI/AAAAAAAAAKY/n8WDx4oReNs/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-2631803197634856742</id><published>2009-04-18T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T01:08:45.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me and a kick ass video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="420" height="236"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4189528&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4189528&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="236"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4189528"&gt;Nyle "Let The Beat Build"&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1060118"&gt;Nyle&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;his video was shot and recorded in one take at the same time... and its a pretty sweet song. What a great find on my birthday. Level 20! yeah! hahaha today is gonna be a good day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-2631803197634856742?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/2631803197634856742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=2631803197634856742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/2631803197634856742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/2631803197634856742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-to-me-and-kick-ass-video.html' title='Happy Birthday to me and a kick ass video'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-5273091846299725973</id><published>2009-04-17T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T19:35:28.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because when we get bored..our imagination runs a bit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o yeah, haha... me and jacobo get bored from time to time. so we just do stuff to entertain each other. Arm chaps...keeps your arms warm =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="242"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4201307&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4201307&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="242"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4201307"&gt;Arm Chaps.&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/doomsdaystudios"&gt;Andy Nguyen&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-5273091846299725973?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/5273091846299725973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=5273091846299725973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/5273091846299725973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/5273091846299725973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-when-we-get-boredour.html' title='Because when we get bored..our imagination runs a bit.'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-3977352057032052868</id><published>2009-04-14T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T02:10:20.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on the animation grind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; finally realized it is going to take a long while before I get my new computer with 3D animation software. So I have decided to use what I can and do what I do to my fullest abilities and what I have will allow me to do. Here is a stop motion animation I made in about 3hrs. Edited it using the horribly un-adaptive Windows movie maker. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ote to Windows, MAKE YOUR SHIT ADAPTABLE TO ALL FILE TYPES!(...mov. files)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4145545&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4145545&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4145545"&gt;Stop Motion Test (no sound)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/doomsdaystudios"&gt;Andy Nguyen&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&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/7561311633291181106-3977352057032052868?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/3977352057032052868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=3977352057032052868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/3977352057032052868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/3977352057032052868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-on-animation-grind.html' title='Back on the animation grind.'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-5968862940653890469</id><published>2009-04-11T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:38:55.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video blog 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="420" height="242"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4101537&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4101537&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="242"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also i left out i got a few of my wisdom teeth pulled...which is a total bitch because im doing them with out being put alseep. fml hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4101537"&gt;Video blog episode 2&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/doomsdaystudios"&gt;Andy Nguyen&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&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/7561311633291181106-5968862940653890469?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/5968862940653890469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=5968862940653890469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/5968862940653890469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/5968862940653890469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/04/video-blog-2.html' title='Video blog 2'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-160941580295596066</id><published>2009-04-08T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T02:12:15.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After a night of drinking, song writing, and emotional blocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'ve found myself to write the most depressing songs, when I am at a happy drunk. The kind of drunk when your with your friends and everything is funny. Your laughing, they are laughing and we're all happy. But everytime I break out my sketchbook/notebook I dot down the most depressing and heartfilled songs. Unhealthy, yeah it probably is. But I am doing this because this is the only emotional release I can have with out breaking into a dry cry (i for some medical reason, cannot produce emotional tears). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t feels good after. I feel good, after a nice night with some of my closest friends drinking and acting like morons at night, stumbling around in my room, spilling beer and saying all the wrong things in all the wrong ways. Yet, from what I can remember I can still keep most of my composer, and I guess that is when I am most deep into thought. No one in partictular lingers in my mind, just a bunch of memories. Some are good ones, and some are bad ones, but these memories fuel my drive to write, and hopefully perform songs. Toy A and Boy J&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/7561311633291181106-160941580295596066?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/160941580295596066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=160941580295596066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/160941580295596066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/160941580295596066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-night-of-drinking-song-writing.html' title='After a night of drinking, song writing, and emotional blocks'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-7630106893107146700</id><published>2009-04-04T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T02:12:30.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a sad truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; give up, I do. I dont like saying it, or acknowledging it. But the matter of the fact is, I gave up. Things didn't get too hard, I just didn't care to try anymore. Story of my life... but I move and maybe find something better to occupy my thoughts with. I don't mean to put anyone down, but in honesty truth i was in a competition with no real motivation other than the prize. But seeing someone as a prize is fucked up so I'll just give up and go about my life. It was fun, despite the rude interruptions and imperfect evenings. I'm sure your sick of hearing me talk about this crap. So I'll end this with a hello and goodmorning everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-7630106893107146700?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/7630106893107146700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=7630106893107146700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/7630106893107146700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/7630106893107146700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-sad-truth.html' title='It&apos;s a sad truth'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-7464383093616157080</id><published>2009-03-31T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:21:46.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day As A Lion</title><content type='html'>Zack de la Rocha (front man for rage against the machine)... can still throw down sick as lines as he jams out with One Day As A lion. Amazing man, and lyricist. So I figure i show you this video.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="236"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3844707&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3844707&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="236"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3844707"&gt;ONE DAY AS A LION - WILD INTERNATIONAL&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/kevinjoelson"&gt;Kevin Joelson&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-7464383093616157080?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/7464383093616157080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=7464383093616157080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/7464383093616157080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/7464383093616157080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-day-as-lion.html' title='One Day As A Lion'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-4770987859875090602</id><published>2009-03-28T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T02:24:39.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont get ahead of yourself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t's odd to me, when I discover something. I obsesse involentarilly and it is nice at first, but soon it is the only thing I can think about. Then it soon becomes annoying, I have other things to think about. It bothers me even though it shouldn't. Now it seems kind of pointless, I thought it was fun and everything even though the moments were imperfect. But, I guess I just got my hopes up. I am usaually good at protecting myself from such things. Caught off gaurd I guess, but should I have a gaurd up to begin with? I don't know any more. I wish I can say what I want and not sound creepy or obsessive or crazy. Maybe I am and everyone is just being nice to me by looking over it. But tonight I want to just forget, it'll help me regain my trail of thoughts before it was pleasently intruded on. Who knows, maybe things will get better and turn out the way I wish things would later on this week. But as for now, I am a bit dissapointed in myself. Letting myself get in this mood, it's not good for me and the people around me don't like seeing me like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-4770987859875090602?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/4770987859875090602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=4770987859875090602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/4770987859875090602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/4770987859875090602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-get-ahead-of-yourself.html' title='Dont get ahead of yourself...'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-2724683914110434161</id><published>2009-03-19T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:54:31.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foundation Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oundation Jam was pretty fun, pedaling around Downtown LA and Chinatown. Mobbing the streets of Los Angelous with 100+ bmxers causing chaos and wreaking havoc while trying to dodge traffic. Here are some pictures I snapped with my camera phone.&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ScIIKejO8gI/AAAAAAAAAJo/yV0j-4Ody7Q/s400/DSC00819.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314819486343164418" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ScIIKT6DmfI/AAAAAAAAAJg/dNYZwzjqWRY/s400/DSC00817.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314819483486099954" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ScIIKbQSujI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-5gU5feMx8c/s400/DSC00811.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314819485458414130" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ScIIKO50uyI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/naRVBpWSe4k/s400/DSC00810.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314819482142948130" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ScIHqvwEcsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jMdp1TWJmI0/s400/DSC00806.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314818941204591298" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ScIHqo5oOMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/j3mekV9RMTI/s400/DSC00803.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314818939365636290" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ScIHqSjmSgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/X6Cxsc5r0Jc/s400/DSC00800.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314818933367654914" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ScIHqPRPx8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/1Zxv8vFocOo/s400/DSC00797.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314818932485375938" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ScIHqCKHk3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/bsx_Z7umo9s/s400/DSC00796.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314818928965817202" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-2724683914110434161?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/2724683914110434161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=2724683914110434161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/2724683914110434161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/2724683914110434161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/03/foundation-jam.html' title='Foundation Jam'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ScIIKejO8gI/AAAAAAAAAJo/yV0j-4Ody7Q/s72-c/DSC00819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-3680293757731196783</id><published>2009-03-01T00:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:56:12.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The things that run through my head.</title><content type='html'>I sit here, in my clutter'd room staring at infomercials. Blankly staring and thinking, nothing relavent to what I am watching but I am thinking. I am watching, and suddenly have this urge to get up and walk despite my current heath condition. I need a cigarette, I need one to clear these thoughts out of my head. Too much is building up, so I want to clear it out. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-3680293757731196783?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/3680293757731196783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=3680293757731196783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/3680293757731196783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/3680293757731196783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-that-run-through-my-head.html' title='The things that run through my head.'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-8513472920363439869</id><published>2009-02-25T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T01:01:05.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She is an amazing musician.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thought I would like to share some of the music I appricate and obviously fancy. So here is a video of an Interview/In store performance of St. Vincent, she is a beautiful young woman, and her music is just if not more beautiful as her. Here you go, enjoy =D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="236"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3112270&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3112270&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="236"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3112270"&gt;ST. VINCENT&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/digforfire"&gt;Dig For Fire&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-8513472920363439869?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/8513472920363439869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=8513472920363439869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/8513472920363439869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/8513472920363439869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/02/she-is-amazing-musician.html' title='She is an amazing musician.'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-7644648477864252377</id><published>2009-02-13T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:41:16.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is a rare moment when you realize what you really want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fter watching a movie, I got to thinking. Almost has nothing to do with the movie I watched, but it did inspire and jog my mind to conclude to the kind of person I want in my life. Just like any movie that has a romantic tie in it, you question yourself and answer your own questions. What do I want in a... kindrid-spirit, soul mate, the one and only, and all of those ways you can say the one person you want in your life. I have answer'd my quiry, and will be relentless in quizing and testing my conclusion on whom I choose to spend what ever there is left of my life with.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; want someone who will accept me and the people I choose to include in my life. Weither they like it or not, but prefferably I would want someone that does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;omeone who can forgive my mistakes even though I wont forgive myself. Someone that is as stubborn as I am, but with an understanding for compermize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;omeone who will admit they are lying, even though the damage has been done, only to seek forgiveness from me as I will do the same for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;omeone that can be as spontanious as the flames of a camp fire, and as calm as a nice warm blanket on a cold morning, afternoon, evening and in sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;omeone who will not base more than what is need to be on sex and the act of sex. I feel that it is key to keep that in mind, for it is only our primative instinct to want sexual intercourse, but it is a working, loving realtionship that knows when that is a reason to be upset, mad, insecure, or to even include it in argument.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; want someone who is understanding. Understanding in a way that they can see why I have the habits I do, and why I choose not to correct them. For everyone needs a way to cope with life, and love is a part of it, so it can not be an answer to those times where the whole world seems like it is against you. Any habit, wheither it is drinking myself to near death with alcohal poisening, or smoking till my lungs are chard black and is full of ash. The helping, yet not so healthy crutches is what someone who is as weak as the next person needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ostly, I want someone with ambition. Someone who has ambition and the will and determination to make ambitions become plans, and follow through those plans as much as needed to achieve their ambitious goals in life, money, self fulfillment. I admire anyone with such traits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;long with these, someone who can deem respect just as much as they want it. Someone who is polite in good company, and rude when they need to weed out the bad. Also respect among the people I respect and hold as an authorative figure in my life, as I will do the same for theirs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; maybe setting my standards high, but this is all in the name of progress and the pursuit of personal happiness. When too many of these traits fail to show up in the one I am with, then I am sorry to say that I may have to break their hearts, or allow them to break mines. For I am all of the above, but then again I am not. I compose these thoughts so I can find the best for me and maybe I the best for them. For I only want the best for myself and those I choose to surround myself with. I will faulter in someways, but keep in mind... i am trying my best, to find love, to find companionship, to find what is out there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-7644648477864252377?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/7644648477864252377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=7644648477864252377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/7644648477864252377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/7644648477864252377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-is-rare-moment-when-you-realize-what.html' title='It is a rare moment when you realize what you really want.'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-3601587496878284623</id><published>2009-02-12T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:23:18.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Blog...needed to update with pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hese are pictures taken from my camera phone over the past few months. Included are pictures from france and a few various outtings with friends and family and pictures of my recently deceased grand father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SZRaihoY9zI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QUWTnkfCO94/s1600-h/DSC00705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SZRaihoY9zI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QUWTnkfCO94/s400/DSC00705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301962210511746866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SZRaiU5WJ1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/3yJEN9yywtI/s1600-h/DSC00637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SZRaiU5WJ1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/3yJEN9yywtI/s400/DSC00637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301962207093204818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SZRaicZsiQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZCUMDaH__tE/s1600-h/DSC00596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SZRWMYbySBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/D77e00btEnY/s400/DSC00564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301957432039327762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SZRWMaR82OI/AAAAAAAAAGY/s2Dx-_vtcFY/s1600-h/DSC00545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SZRWMaR82OI/AAAAAAAAAGY/s2Dx-_vtcFY/s400/DSC00545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301957432534948066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SZRWMDwvfAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/h4hmbRBk1Qs/s1600-h/DSC00449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SZRWMDwvfAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/h4hmbRBk1Qs/s400/DSC00449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301957426490080258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-3601587496878284623?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/3601587496878284623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=3601587496878284623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/3601587496878284623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/3601587496878284623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/02/photo-blogneeded-to-update-with.html' title='Photo Blog...needed to update with pictures!'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SZRaihoY9zI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QUWTnkfCO94/s72-c/DSC00705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-5361229262686204068</id><published>2009-02-10T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:49:00.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit happens.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o on friday my car got stolen, along with all my life drawing stuff and $300 worth of art supplies and some of my friends stuff. It was stolen right out of my driveway around 6-7am. I found out about 10am and called the police to file a report. At the moment i can do nothing about it, I only had libility on my car so I wont be getting any kind of conpensation for my misfortune. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;his whole thing had me thinking, why do all these bad things keep happening to me? What have I done to deserve these kind of things. The falling out with my friends, my grandpa's death, the stomach virus, my stolen car, and now I am set back a year because of all the class work I lost because I kept it in my car. This has truely been the worst start of a new year for me. I didn't even ask for anything or make any resolutions this year. Along with all of my money issues I really havn't asked for much except for good company and progression in my life. Is that too much to ask? Seems like it is, I cant really shake this feeling but I have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'ve been trying really hard to keep out of trouble along with pushing my projects like Dooms Day Studios. I would really like to see this happen, I want to see my dreams come true but everything seems to be keeping it from happening. I guess this is the struggle one must experience in order to leave a impression on this world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; am truely a struggling artist. Emotionally, socially, daily life, and an unsteady income. My story better have a great ending because all this conflict in the begining of this novel like of a life has too much dramatic astehic to be wasted, kind of like the movie Stranger than Fiction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-5361229262686204068?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/5361229262686204068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=5361229262686204068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/5361229262686204068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/5361229262686204068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/02/shit-happens.html' title='Shit happens.'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-6770806833094475757</id><published>2009-01-27T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:41:44.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Blog 001: Im Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2986770&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2986770&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2986770"&gt;Peckydoom Episode 001&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/doomsdaystudios"&gt;Andy Nguyen&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-6770806833094475757?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/6770806833094475757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=6770806833094475757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/6770806833094475757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/6770806833094475757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/01/video-blog-001-im-sick.html' title='Video Blog 001: Im Sick'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-4009265305989154216</id><published>2009-01-26T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:02:34.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything has changed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cant help but get the feeling like everything and everyone has changed. The people that were close to me have no distanced themselfs from me, or maybe I have distanced myself from them? But then again, I make an attempt to reach and pull but everything and everyone keeps pulling and pushing away.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ther than Derred, I am the only one that still rides. The friends that I have made through riding have put that part of their life to rest. I honestly feel abandoned by this, riding means alot to me and it once did for them to.  I compared their determination in riding to their determination to keep hold of our friend ship, and as it is starting to seem, the friendship is dying with the passion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;side from that, I feel like I am just in gerneral, being left out. I know I have been out of the country for the past week, but still. I come back and I see how everyone is and it feels like they dont even care. The people I care about are going down their paths and the way they are taking it seems like our paths will never meet again. I've been holding in these thoughts and worries for a long time, for I've been told that I've been a huge downer. But maybe if I had concerned my closest friend about this, they would have tried hard to keep things gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-4009265305989154216?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/4009265305989154216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=4009265305989154216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/4009265305989154216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/4009265305989154216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/01/everything-has-changed.html' title='Everything has changed'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-3826638791043238702</id><published>2009-01-02T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T03:19:27.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o, it is a new year and a new start. So much has happened in 2008, alot of bads but I came out strong with some amazing new friends that are like no other. I've been through so much that I am a new person, and I am sorry to say that to some because so much has changed for the worst, but some is for the better.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o the friends that I have lost over the past year: I do not regret anything that we've have been through together and I am deeply sorry we had to go our sepreate ways. We live, we grow, we change, we move on thats how life is. I hope we'll meet again and start new and forget the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o the new friends in my life: I am very fortunate to have met people like you, to have connected, to have hated and loved and shared life experiences with you. You know who you are and you know that I would do anything with in my ablities to help and guide each and everyone of you through life and its hardships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nd to the friends that have stuck around: I am very most thankful for you, we've been through alot for many years and I hope for many more years to come. You've been by myside as I have been by yours even when we hate each other the love is still there. We understand each other and stick together no matter what that is what makes a good friend. Alot of bad things have happen and I am most greatful that you've been able to put it in the past and move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;veryone and anyone that has ever enter'd my life has made a huge influence on me. I dont show it well enough but I am very grateful for your company and your time spent with me. I've learn to never hold a grudge forever, it just wastes your time and time is precious. Go out and do something, mingle with the people, do not be afraid to make new friends and or rekindel some old friend ships. It's always worth the try, be relentless in life and never stop your own personal growth, there is always room for change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-3826638791043238702?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/3826638791043238702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=3826638791043238702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/3826638791043238702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/3826638791043238702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-long-2008.html' title='So long 2008'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-8779445975367843876</id><published>2008-12-15T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:01:02.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Winter time in So-Cal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ain rain, go away. come again when its not day. So that i can ride my bike throught the suns warm rays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt; hate it when it rains on a day you had stuff planned. I didnt really have anything planned but, i wanted to be out side all bundled up riding around on my bike, which is actually a pain to ride at the moment because I have cracked the frame over where the seat stays meet with the seat tube, uber gayness. Waiting on getting a new frame, will probably do a review on that, haha just like how I did my new cell phone. Which by the way, is holding up pretty good. I do not recomend it if you are a texter, buttons are very very small. But I can deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ow, for some news on whats going on in my life. First the bad news, and and Sabrina are no longer going out. It was...almost a mutal break up. We still talk and hang out so we are still on good terms. Since then, girls have came and gone, and I could careless if I am in a relationship or not. I would prefer not to be in one, I dont like feeling all "tied" down at the moment. Get at me in a few years and maybe then, I'll have the brain capacity to handle long term relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;side from that, I've been having a blast hanging out with my new found friends. Johnny, Jacob, Josh, and Andrew... and my good old friend Christine is thrown into the mix because i dont like to leave her out of things. We just go out ride, film, goof around, and party when night falls (as you can see from the pictures in the last post)&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ell, I dont have anything else to report to the very few and limited followers of my blog. So i shall end this here and bid you all a good day.  And here are a few more pictures from over the month.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SUZ8LuSskpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1zNvWMVlD7g/s1600-h/P1050606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SUZ8LuSskpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1zNvWMVlD7g/s400/P1050606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280044153985340050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SUZ8M__qXMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/BT9v4tU_XZQ/s1600-h/P1050639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SUZ8M__qXMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/BT9v4tU_XZQ/s400/P1050639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280044175917210818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SUZ8MZU543I/AAAAAAAAAEg/kize-GJLXS4/s1600-h/P1050626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SUZ8MZU543I/AAAAAAAAAEg/kize-GJLXS4/s400/P1050626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280044165537325938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SUZ8NQJpdyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/i0J8UAehmfw/s1600-h/P1050652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SUZ8NQJpdyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/i0J8UAehmfw/s400/P1050652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280044180254062370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SUZ8NmuOesI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ruf2v0jslpo/s1600-h/P1050654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SUZ8NmuOesI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ruf2v0jslpo/s400/P1050654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280044186313063106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SUZ-HIJ-AhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ObbZFEzbhkA/s1600-h/P1050567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SUZ-HIJ-AhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ObbZFEzbhkA/s400/P1050567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280046274051965458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SUZ-HarE2PI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OCisW4n4ZWU/s1600-h/P1050577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SUZ-HarE2PI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OCisW4n4ZWU/s400/P1050577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280046279022663922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SUZ-HjC41QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mgdA-JQsC_Y/s1600-h/P1050561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SUZ-HjC41QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mgdA-JQsC_Y/s400/P1050561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280046281270023426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SUZ-IUJff4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/IGf69j8Uu2g/s1600-h/P1050562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SUZ-IUJff4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/IGf69j8Uu2g/s400/P1050562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280046294451060610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7561311633291181106-8779445975367843876?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/8779445975367843876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=8779445975367843876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/8779445975367843876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/8779445975367843876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-winter-time-in-so-cal.html' title='It&apos;s Winter time in So-Cal.'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SUZ8LuSskpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1zNvWMVlD7g/s72-c/P1050606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-6576175344795348002</id><published>2008-12-08T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:44:42.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of whats going on now.</title><content type='html'>So much has changed over the past few months. It has been quite overwelming and I am pretty worn out. New friends, new adventures, and new life expericences. I dont know where to begin so im just going to drop photos and hope everyone has an idea of has been going on in my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ST2N_jdWQJI/AAAAAAAAADA/vzwJZRiV4aM/s1600-h/3075659209_ca1ed9b701_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ST2N_jdWQJI/AAAAAAAAADA/vzwJZRiV4aM/s400/3075659209_ca1ed9b701_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277530461337698450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ST2RFZZeukI/AAAAAAAAADw/fw3Anp-3Aoo/s1600-h/Friday+Night+Andrews+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ST2RFZZeukI/AAAAAAAAADw/fw3Anp-3Aoo/s400/Friday+Night+Andrews+Birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277533860251220546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ST2RF2NvVnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mf5mocR3YzM/s1600-h/P1050612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ST2RF2NvVnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mf5mocR3YzM/s400/P1050612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277533867986605682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ST2N_18Xq1I/AAAAAAAAADI/uzNf3TPmLLc/s1600-h/3075659013_a81039dd0f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ST2N_18Xq1I/AAAAAAAAADI/uzNf3TPmLLc/s400/3075659013_a81039dd0f_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277530466299652946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ST2OA8E-pQI/AAAAAAAAADY/kZxwMQteXSw/s1600-h/P1050579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ST2OA8E-pQI/AAAAAAAAADY/kZxwMQteXSw/s400/P1050579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277530485126243586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ST2RFCBu90I/AAAAAAAAADo/6Tv9DDjzmzs/s1600-h/OTB+FRIENDS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ST2RFCBu90I/AAAAAAAAADo/6Tv9DDjzmzs/s400/OTB+FRIENDS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277533853977605954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ST2RGAqvW6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/eLwLrtnzCy4/s1600-h/P1050650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ST2RGAqvW6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/eLwLrtnzCy4/s400/P1050650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277533870792596386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ST2VFfhxA5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PYQ5FjVzuss/s1600-h/P1050669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ST2VFfhxA5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PYQ5FjVzuss/s400/P1050669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277538259943097234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ST2RGvq9MFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_LeyukABT14/s1600-h/P1050660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ST2RGvq9MFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_LeyukABT14/s400/P1050660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277533883409969234" border="0" /&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/7561311633291181106-6576175344795348002?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/6576175344795348002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=6576175344795348002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/6576175344795348002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/6576175344795348002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures-of-whats-going-on-now.html' title='Pictures of whats going on now.'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/ST2N_jdWQJI/AAAAAAAAADA/vzwJZRiV4aM/s72-c/3075659209_ca1ed9b701_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-243157730138234577</id><published>2008-11-14T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:09:34.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on and trying to find that balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;o, It's been another long while. Figure I should update this with some new news from the life of...me. First of all, I have met someone new, thanks to my friends Johnny(her cousin who introduced us) and Andrew(for making me her ghost buddy). I am now have a new girlfriend named Sabrina Abeyta. She's pretty awesome, fun to be with, and just an all around good heart'd person. I've been spending a fair amount of time with her since 10.11.08 and I have grown really fond of her.&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SR3qdE7r3_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/dYD3MeLIohY/s400/DSC00264.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268624924354535410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SR3qqbEep3I/AAAAAAAAACY/vpS-UEWlbFU/s400/DSC00245.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268625153635297138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SR3rAetbh2I/AAAAAAAAACg/seqEH3Hn8fY/s400/DSC00328.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268625532569487202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ther than that, I have been mostly biking and hanging out with my friends (Ivan, Justin, Andrew, Johnny, Jacob, Josh) on a daily. Filming and goofing off and crashing at my house at the end of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v9x2qbmxM70&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v9x2qbmxM70&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2238734&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2238734&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2238734"&gt;270 crash xOTBx&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/doomsdaystudios"&gt;Andy Nguyen&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lso I cracked my frame and got a Wolf King Warrior gaming pad to play World of Warcraft with comfort.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SR3snsdNcQI/AAAAAAAAACo/2cNqvkvoPDA/s1600-h/DSC00330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SR3snsdNcQI/AAAAAAAAACo/2cNqvkvoPDA/s400/DSC00330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268627305786077442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SR3tFXlmN3I/AAAAAAAAACw/6U86DQDCYFk/s1600-h/DSC00160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SR3tFXlmN3I/AAAAAAAAACw/6U86DQDCYFk/s400/DSC00160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268627815580186482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;o that's what I've been up to... Video is from my Panasonic Lumix DMC-FZ50 and Pictures are from my Sony Ericsson W580i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SR3tpGam6yI/AAAAAAAAAC4/aBFXi9EIewU/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SR3tpGam6yI/AAAAAAAAAC4/aBFXi9EIewU/s400/DSC00289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268628429445983010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7561311633291181106-243157730138234577?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/243157730138234577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=243157730138234577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/243157730138234577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/243157730138234577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2008/11/moving-on-and-trying-to-find-that.html' title='Moving on and trying to find that balance'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SR3qdE7r3_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/dYD3MeLIohY/s72-c/DSC00264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-3311651788497088816</id><published>2008-10-10T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T02:28:47.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cell Phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ericsson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ATT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mobile Phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mobile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sony Ericsson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ATnT'/><title type='text'>Sony Ericsson W580i</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ig news for me, I FINALLY got a new phone. My previous phone was great but, just could not keep up with my physically active life style. The end result of my phone is a cracked front LCD screen, and the battery cover cracked in half and fell off (used a sticker to keep the battery in place for the past few months).  Also an unrealible ear piece due to sweat condensation getting into the phone because my pockets get sweaty when I bike. So here is the skinny on my new Sony Ericsson w580i. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SO8WhzIyU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/xBodKRLvs7k/s1600-h/Photo0341.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SO8WhzIyU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/xBodKRLvs7k/s400/Photo0341.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255444060083213282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o here is the box (above) and the phone (below). It is quite small, but very sleek looking. Not really what I had expected from the product photos of it online. But here it is, I chose the "Boulevard Black" color scheme with orange highlights. Screen is smaller than my previous phone (Samsung Sync). Exteral button that lock is very nice, I've had problems with my Sync that it would reject my calls when any of the external buttons were pressed. Has only happen'd once since I've had this phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SO8WiIkgX8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/zxxflJH-4jo/s1600-h/Photo0342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SO8WiIkgX8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/zxxflJH-4jo/s400/Photo0342.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255444065836621762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ere it is open (Below). The screen is extreamly bright! I could actually use it as a flashlight. It comes with 2 theme that you can use from. The one I use is the "dandilion" theme, the other one is called "walkman". The walkman theme is more simplistic, as in contrast the dandilion theme is more artsy graphic designs with dandilions. Both themes have an orange color theme, I dont know if all varieties of this phone uses the color scheme, but would be nice to have some more color options. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SO8WiNr4L-I/AAAAAAAAACA/ijNaPkZyiBM/s1600-h/Photo0343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SO8WiNr4L-I/AAAAAAAAACA/ijNaPkZyiBM/s400/Photo0343.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255444067209719778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s you can see the keyboard is on the small size. It is about the lenght of my ending thumb bone, which does make it somewhat difficult to text (im not a big texter so it dont really bother me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SO8WiffdrtI/AAAAAAAAACI/mz7D62B-j7Y/s1600-h/Photo0345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SO8WiffdrtI/AAAAAAAAACI/mz7D62B-j7Y/s400/Photo0345.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255444071989489362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ther features this phone has are some pretty intuitive apps; Photo DJ, Music DJ, Video DJ. These DJ apps are basically a very basic editing programs.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hoto DJ allows you to add effects, rotate, add Frames, Brightness &amp;amp; Contrast Adjustments, Red-eye Correction, and allows you to add Clip Art items. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;usic DJ is pretty much just a very watered down version of Apples Garage Band app more closely related to that flash music creator game "Punk-O-Matic". It gives you 4 instrument tracks; Drum, Guitar, Piano, and Trumpet. Each track has samples of music on them and you arrange them to your audible liking, makes for a good time killer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ideo DJ is a feature I have not yet gotten a chance to use much, due to my lack of a memory stick. It's a Sony so micro SD will not work, it uses Memory Stick Micro (a mini version of the Memory Stick Duo), mines will be arriving in the mail soon (buy from amazon, it is waaaay cheaper than buying from Fry's or Best Buy unless there is a sale going on). But from the brief moments I have used the Video Recorder and Video editor, Video recording will record up to no time limit only by how much memory space is available. Quality of video is the same as an average YouTube video (pixaliated). Sound is good though, very sensitive mic. It might be too sensitive actually. As for the Video editor, It lets you Add text with no font options to your video clip with starting and ending periods on the video clip. It also gives you a few transitions to link up video clips to make a small poor quality movie.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;his pretty much sums up all the features I have used since I recieved the phone in the mail (order'd through At&amp;amp;t website). Sound from earpiece is also good, along with a very loud speaker phone, texting is texting. nothing really fancy about that. So there you have it, my new Sony Ericsson w580i.&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/7561311633291181106-3311651788497088816?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/3311651788497088816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=3311651788497088816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/3311651788497088816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/3311651788497088816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/sony-ericsson-w580i.html' title='Sony Ericsson W580i'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SO8WhzIyU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/xBodKRLvs7k/s72-c/Photo0341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-4384606995517924272</id><published>2008-10-01T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:00:59.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too lazy to write a story, here's some pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ormaly I would post a huge story about how the past new months have been treating me...well, I'm simply too lazy to do so at this very moment its 2:44am and I have a class at 12:30. So here are your pictures, use your imagination and try to figure out what I've been up to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SONHkFcjmRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/--xPKLWNeYM/s400/P1050062.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252120275706943762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SONI3u_nMKI/AAAAAAAAABg/KIkrvqjOJ4A/s1600-h/IMGP0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SONI3u_nMKI/AAAAAAAAABg/KIkrvqjOJ4A/s400/IMGP0382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252121712788975778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SONHkSoqK_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/d62uRW5akSU/s400/IMGP0339.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252120279247367154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SONHkka8xCI/AAAAAAAAABA/D6Mq8cFaWVw/s400/IMGP0349.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252120284021703714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SONHlHq87OI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TzwR1ZXwr5M/s400/IMGP0391.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252120293484063970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SONHk7AOcbI/AAAAAAAAABI/UY74KdJW63w/s400/IMGP0360.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252120290083631538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SONI3LZPVcI/AAAAAAAAABY/9CQr-Fz6fSI/s1600-h/IMGP0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SONI3LZPVcI/AAAAAAAAABY/9CQr-Fz6fSI/s400/IMGP0358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252121703232787906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SONI3u_nMKI/AAAAAAAAABg/KIkrvqjOJ4A/s1600-h/IMGP0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SONI4BTc4KI/AAAAAAAAABo/ypRh4WHsPSw/s400/IMGP0396.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252121717704024226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7561311633291181106-4384606995517924272?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/4384606995517924272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=4384606995517924272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/4384606995517924272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/4384606995517924272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2008/10/too-lazy-to-write-story-heres-some.html' title='Too lazy to write a story, here&apos;s some pictures'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SONHkFcjmRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/--xPKLWNeYM/s72-c/P1050062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-5911076098528384395</id><published>2008-08-23T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T11:51:43.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer of Enlighenment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he beginning of August has been a crazy one. Lots has happened and a lot has changed, most of it for the better of each individual in a significant way. I don't even know where to begin or what to include in this post, a lot that has happened over the past 3 weeks has been very personal to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt; guess I'll begin with me. Sara and I have broken up, well I broke up with her, then it got complicated and ended up being kind of a mutual break up with out being together for the week leading up to the "mutual" break up, none the less we are over now. I still wish to be her friend, but she has been making it difficult in ways I can not explain, on the other hand I have too made things rather complicated thus preventing us from sustaining a normal friendship. I really hope for the best for of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am having a hard time letting go, she meant a lot to me and recently it seems like she is just cutting me out of her life. She says she wants to go to join the Peace Corp. to help people in Africa. But a little bit of me tells me she wants to go so bad now is to get away from me. So i have decided to try to move on, try to not talk to her as much because it pains her apparently to see or hear from me. Most likely has something to do with how we broke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;n a more positive note, I have become very close to my friends now. We all had this crazy night where we had completely bonded we shared our feelings and just let it all out and we had a good night. We have pretty much found out that this group of friend is going to last, we've made it over the after high school hump and are going strong. Secrets were uncovered and truth has brought us together like a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ven though we are closer now more than ever some of us are still very distant, due to uncontrollable circumstances. Dispite the distancing we are all growing and matureing, some slower than others, but they're on the right path to get their life back in motions. This goes everyone that has been involved in my life in the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;side from all the T.V. like drama, I have still found time to bike as much as I can with injuring myself or passing out from exhaustion. I am progressing in my art work and even found time to write a few songs and short stories. The school year is now starting and I will be as busy as a bee in spring, but that just means my life is on fast track for now. The summer flow is over, cant wait till next summer.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SLBcIR25aUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hs4nbpMK7UA/s1600-h/P1040831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SLBcIR25aUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hs4nbpMK7UA/s400/P1040831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237787663934253378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-5911076098528384395?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/5911076098528384395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=5911076098528384395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/5911076098528384395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/5911076098528384395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-of-enlighenment.html' title='Summer of Enlighenment'/><author><name>Pecky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04199533465120170077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/Sdeka0wqGGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ntGnSwfzaJs/S220/0000111111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwgSETknHoY/SLBcIR25aUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hs4nbpMK7UA/s72-c/P1040831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-3322637087950892489</id><published>2008-07-30T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:50:23.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a Long While.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ow, it sure has been a long while since I've complied my thoughts in a nice organized blog. I sure have been up to quite a bit, but unfortunately all my Lil adventures were poorly documented so I just put them off till I felt like i had enough to publish for the public and my fans, which is about 5 people who read or check my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;o alot has happened, I am feeling a bit on the lazy side this evening so I will be summarizing my recent life story. Lets start off with, I am getting sponsored by Franks Bicycles (the one on Artisia and Woodruff) and I have been putting more effort into my biking than I have ever before. I also competed in a contest which is rather odd taken into consideration that I am one of the least competitive person you'll ever meet. I placed 3rd in the Advance class, woot! My high school buddy Lysee and Christine were kind enough to join me on that hot day to document some of the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;bout a month ago my family boarded the Carnival Cruise ship called Paradise and sailed on the pacific ocean for about 4 days to Catalina island and some place in Mexico I cant really remember but it was a nice relaxing cruise, but boring. I highly recommend bringing a friend or family member of the same age as you because being on a boat with about 3000 strangers is not very fun when your alone and have no one to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;fter that I just spent my days playing Maple Story, Mabinogi, Halo 3, and Call of Duty 4. If I was not playing some dorky video game you could find me hanging out with my beautiful girlfriend Sara. We'd just sit and watch movies that I rent from Block Busters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;oing the same ol' same ol' does get boring so some friends cooked up an adventure that took us to Sunken City in San Pedro, California where we hiked along the remains of what use to be a neighborhood that had literally fallen and sunken into the ocean that it looked over. As we hiked along Lysee took advantage of photo opportunities where posed in cheesy buddy buddy ways and snapped a few polaroids and pictures to remember out trip to Sunken City. While were where about to leave we were confronted by this lady in a dress and high heels. She had ask us if we saw a group of kids running around and we said yeah. She then explained that those kids had stolen her purse and she had been chasing them for at least 5 miles on foot, IN HIGH HEELS. Well we took felt sorry for her so we agreed to search the premises to see if they kids had checked the purse and thrown it somewhere down there or if they left anything behind. Sadly nothing was found so to be kind samaritan we offered her a ride back to where she started her crazy chase and enjoyed the ride and snapped a few pictues along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'ve noticed that I don't speak of dates with my girl friend very much so I guess I'll start with this one. About a week ago from today I took my girl friend to see Wall-E, and I have to admit Pixar has done it again with another fantastically cute computer animated movie. That was fun because the two main charaters (Wall-E and Eve) reminded me of Sara very much and it was rather amusing thinking about if she was a robot, hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ell thats about sums up everything that I could remember mentioning and here are some photos to illustration my blog, because seriouly if this blog was only text no one would read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/SJFSAQr4_GI/AAAAAAAAAHE/t8lBoc6skTg/s1600-h/P1040925+SMALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/SJFSAQr4_GI/AAAAAAAAAHE/t8lBoc6skTg/s400/P1040925+SMALL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229050806786391138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/SJFPQuoxOFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kp_wSes03Og/s1600-h/Bmx+contest+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/SJFPQuoxOFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kp_wSes03Og/s400/Bmx+contest+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229047791169386578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/SJFQS8QXPRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XfmLTIZwStQ/s1600-h/P1040386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/SJFQS8QXPRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XfmLTIZwStQ/s400/P1040386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229048928696483090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/SJFPxDOfTMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/rrJJd4tb-Gs/s1600-h/Franks+bicycles+ploarode.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/SJFPxDOfTMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/rrJJd4tb-Gs/s400/Franks+bicycles+ploarode.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229048346452118722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/SJFQ4tjA43I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Sdagm3qPJQE/s1600-h/Me+myspace-ing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/SJFQ4tjA43I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Sdagm3qPJQE/s400/Me+myspace-ing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229049577583207282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/SJFRSD6PLjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/jtfUQeFEkf8/s1600-h/Hiking+Through+Sunken+City.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/SJFRSD6PLjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/jtfUQeFEkf8/s400/Hiking+Through+Sunken+City.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229050013082922546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/SJFRnxC3iuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8zZrqNrqgu0/s1600-h/HighSchool+Buddies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/SJFRnxC3iuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8zZrqNrqgu0/s400/HighSchool+Buddies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229050385975970530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7561311633291181106-3322637087950892489?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/3322637087950892489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=3322637087950892489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/3322637087950892489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/3322637087950892489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-been-long-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been a Long While.'/><author><name>Pecky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/SDE6NtmJfjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kQFnlOs_ILI/S220/SIKE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/SJFSAQr4_GI/AAAAAAAAAHE/t8lBoc6skTg/s72-c/P1040925+SMALL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-204797693871440303</id><published>2008-05-26T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T12:14:50.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recording Songs.</title><content type='html'>So, the other day Jason wanted to record a song, and i figure why the hell not. So he came over the next day and i thought this could be something for me to post. And so i made a short clip of jason messing up on one of his takes for his cover song 11596 by the Atari's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1061964&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1061964&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/1061964?pg=embed&amp;sec=1061964"&gt;Jason of In Lorelei's Locket Recording&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/doomsdaystudios?pg=embed&amp;sec=1061964"&gt;Andy Nguyen&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com?pg=embed&amp;sec=1061964"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-204797693871440303?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/204797693871440303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=204797693871440303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/204797693871440303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/204797693871440303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2008/05/recording-songs.html' title='Recording Songs.'/><author><name>Pecky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/SDE6NtmJfjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kQFnlOs_ILI/S220/SIKE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-28070162007915728</id><published>2008-04-02T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T00:38:21.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resulted in 8 stitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hat a great April fools day. My day started in the wee morning at around 1 am on April 1st. After work I thought I'd go chill with my cousin Daniel in front of our friends house Pek. We I called and we just chilled for about an half our or so and took off to 7-11 to get some finger food. Now this is where the fun starts, as we leave my cousin and I start messing around. We rev on each other because we're in two different cars and do little races between stop lights and every time I look over my cousin is laughing because I keep stuffing my face with food as we drive to his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;fter eatting and chilling for a while, his sister Denise comes down to great me and we begin our lil plan to mess with Daniels myspace by replacing all of his photo album covers with a very disgusting picture of this girl getting hit in the face by a mustard covered hotdog. Of course that only lasted for 30 minutes, Daniel quickly saw them after we had finished our master plan and took the effort to remove and delete all of the unwanted pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hen i went home, slightly full and somewhat tired. I was ready for sleep and very little sleep i got. Got home around 3ish and went to bed around 5 woke up at 11 went to class and took off to the skate park. When i got there i knew it wasn't going to be a very good session so i'd just made the best of it. Just doing my runs and attempting to perfect tricks. Then for no reason at all i figured I'd try to learn to do a 180 to backwards feeble grind to fakie ( or a 180 to fakie smith to fakie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;irst try i got it but just stopped and didn't hop out. Second try almost got it just slipped. Then i took a break for a while and went about doing other things but then i decided to try one more time to see if i can get it. Pedaled hopped turned grinded and grind almost the whole ledge then my peg stuck and i for some reason went over my bars. I don't know how it happend. but it did. and ended up with a gash on my chin that required stitches. here are the pictures courtesy of Denise Nguyen who went with me to the E/R to get fixed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R_h8Q1EJowI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qj_7qKEkgyM/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R_h8Q1EJowI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qj_7qKEkgyM/s320/DSC00149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186031599481365250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R_h8iFEJoxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DgUDBWSHhBI/s1600-h/DSC00156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R_h8iFEJoxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DgUDBWSHhBI/s320/DSC00156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186031895834108690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R_h83lEJoyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4sT71mimtVI/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R_h83lEJoyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4sT71mimtVI/s320/DSC00157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186032265201296162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R_h9QFEJozI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Iz_nGiy_5bI/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R_h9QFEJozI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Iz_nGiy_5bI/s320/DSC00159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186032686108091186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R_h9yFEJo0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/AnLn1k99_0M/s1600-h/DSC00161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R_h9yFEJo0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/AnLn1k99_0M/s320/DSC00161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186033270223643458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-28070162007915728?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/28070162007915728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=28070162007915728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/28070162007915728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/28070162007915728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2008/04/resulted-in-8-stitches.html' title='Resulted in 8 stitches'/><author><name>Pecky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/SDE6NtmJfjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kQFnlOs_ILI/S220/SIKE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R_h8Q1EJowI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qj_7qKEkgyM/s72-c/DSC00149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-5384876935306378603</id><published>2008-02-10T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T18:33:54.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orisue wearhouse sale *late post*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o on Friday(Feb 1st), My cousin and I drove over to the Orisue wearhouse and camped out for the night there for a huge sale. $90 hoodies going for $40 and $30 t-shirts going for $12. This was my first wearhouse sale and I came very unprepared, mainly because I only had $15 dollars in my pocket while my cousin and his cousin brought $200-300. Also our friend Pek came alil late and put everything he bought on his card. They had a rule that everything had to be cash, but if your order comes up to $200 and over then you can charge it to your card, so yeah everyone came up with alotta gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he camping part was pretty chill, we just sat and kicked it on some cardboard boxes like bums and talked pretty much the whole time from 3 til 10 when they opened. There was also a skate demo planned but we didnt stay for that, we just left right away and headed over to Daniels aunts house to help them move furniture and they paid us with food. Here's a couple of pictures of us camping out before the sale.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R6-x0NUOpGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Zuj-KVSnfRY/s1600-h/Orisue+sale+outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R6-x0NUOpGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Zuj-KVSnfRY/s400/Orisue+sale+outside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165542808103068770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think my photography skills are getting pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R6-yHtUOpHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/d2bTIa1ii7Q/s1600-h/Daniel+Orisue+sale+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R6-yHtUOpHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/d2bTIa1ii7Q/s400/Daniel+Orisue+sale+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165543143110517874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above: Daniel. Below: Kai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R6-yP9UOpII/AAAAAAAAAFA/zALeExnnPMU/s1600-h/Kai+Orisue+sale+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R6-yP9UOpII/AAAAAAAAAFA/zALeExnnPMU/s400/Kai+Orisue+sale+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165543284844438658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/7561311633291181106-5384876935306378603?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/5384876935306378603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=5384876935306378603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/5384876935306378603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/5384876935306378603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2008/02/orisue-wearhouse-sale.html' title='Orisue wearhouse sale *late post*'/><author><name>Pecky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/SDE6NtmJfjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kQFnlOs_ILI/S220/SIKE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R6-x0NUOpGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Zuj-KVSnfRY/s72-c/Orisue+sale+outside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-8434768912421915661</id><published>2008-01-12T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:38:31.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My winter break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; really don't feel like writing out a very long descriptive blog so I'm going to keep it nice and short with a few pictures. My winter break was lazy, non-productive, stressful, and a small glimpse of how I want to spend my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y day would start off with me waking up at around 12ish to an empty house. I would lay in bed for about an hour or call Sara and talk before I finally dragged myself out of my bed to start my day. After getting off the phone or just crawling out of bed. I would shower and brush, and then start making my breakfast, which would consist of 4 scrambled eggs with chopped onions, green peppers, red peppers, salt, then a side of sausage, bacon, and toast and a garden salad, juice and milk. After I ate i did various things and it differed each day. I would go see Sara or hang out with Ivan and Christine. Also over the break my van died, so I am now driving around in a nice little Honda civic. Also I got my own laptop and bought myself an iPod finally. So yeah, that was my winter break. here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R4w8JOLoQwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7G6j7Vu-Uj4/s1600-h/Breakfest+made+by+ANDY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R4w8JOLoQwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7G6j7Vu-Uj4/s400/Breakfest+made+by+ANDY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155561802555736834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R4w8WeLoQxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WaGogGJp4qw/s1600-h/94+Civic+Dx+EJ2+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R4w8WeLoQxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WaGogGJp4qw/s400/94+Civic+Dx+EJ2+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155562030189003538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R4w89OLoQyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tmgQGbM7rwA/s1600-h/My+laptop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R4w89OLoQyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tmgQGbM7rwA/s400/My+laptop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155562695908934434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R4w9LuLoQzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wHjayq8vVpk/s1600-h/My+iPod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R4w9LuLoQzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wHjayq8vVpk/s400/My+iPod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155562945017037618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R4w9b-LoQ0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/ygHdIBAlizo/s1600-h/Andy+Eatting+Breakfeast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R4w9b-LoQ0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/ygHdIBAlizo/s400/Andy+Eatting+Breakfeast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155563224189911874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-8434768912421915661?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/8434768912421915661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=8434768912421915661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/8434768912421915661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/8434768912421915661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-winter-break.html' title='My winter break'/><author><name>Pecky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/SDE6NtmJfjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kQFnlOs_ILI/S220/SIKE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R4w8JOLoQwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7G6j7Vu-Uj4/s72-c/Breakfest+made+by+ANDY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-6180551812128809026</id><published>2007-12-09T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T16:41:13.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprize visit to Lawrence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bout 11:00am I am awaken by a call from Christine telling to meet her at Ivan's house before we take off to Otis College of Design. She had gotten accepted there and was told that she needed to pick up a few things from the foundation office. So I slowly, very slowly got rolled myself out of my bed and dragged my body in the bathroom where I took a nice hot shower that woke me right up. After my shower I dress and jump onto the computer to check e-mails and whats the lastest added content on bmxonline.com, then I ate a small bowl of cereal and drove over to Ivan's house. While there I quizzed Christine on what she needed and of course she had forgotten a few things. From Ivan's we drove in my van to Christine's house to pick up a few documents and off we went to towards El Segundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R1x-zsr85PI/AAAAAAAAACY/b4zXbSjEIm0/s1600-h/Photo0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142124301184197874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R1x-zsr85PI/AAAAAAAAACY/b4zXbSjEIm0/s200/Photo0251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hen we got there we parked after circling the school once in the parking structure and took the elevator up to the foundation office. There we walked down the hall and to the admissions window. After a slightly confusing conversation with the clerk she told us that the papers we needed to pick up were to be mailed to us. This was frustrating because we had called the day before and they had told us to pick them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;fter that we stood in the hallway trying to figure out what to do so we wondered around a bit and explored the floor that we were on. On the walls there were art work done by students from Otis's Continuation school and a lot of was pretty interesting to look at. After about 15 of just wonder around we decided to go visit Lawrence, whom lives pretty close to the campus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142125692753601794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R1yAEsr85QI/AAAAAAAAACg/Arh9s_v0buU/s320/Photo0249.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R1yEecr85UI/AAAAAAAAADA/sPaell-lVBc/s1600-h/Photo0254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142130533181744450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R1yEecr85UI/AAAAAAAAADA/sPaell-lVBc/s200/Photo0254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;n our way down Ivan complained about how it's rude and very intruding to just randomly pop in for a visit at Lawrence's house with out any kind of warning. So I texted Lawrence to let him know we were coming, but he did not reply. Next we tried calling and he didn't answer, but we proceeded onward to his house because we wanted to make the long trip out to El Segundo worth while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e exited the building and and walked to my car and off again to our next destination. In in the car Ivan still complained about popping in for random visits and how rude and how it was an invasion of privacy. I ignored it while Christine argued with him about it and we drove out and continued on. After I had gotten on to the street I had realized I didn't exactly remember where Lawrence lived. So I just used my best sense of direction and mad a few quick turns and u-turn then a left and another u-turn we parked on the street a little ways down from Lawrence's apartment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142130120864884018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R1yEGcr85TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1n77AcryJkc/s200/Photo0260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e got out of the car and of course Ivan was stalling still complaining about how if he were living away from home he wouldn't like it when people randomly came over to visit with out any kind of warning. But sure enough all three of us were at his door ringing Lawrence's door bell. Lawrence answered the door with a confused but happy look and Christine jumps up and gives him a big hug. Then it was my turn to give Lawrence a hug then Ivan. We talked a little and decided to go to Santa Monica to get some lunch/dinner and something hot to drink. Lawrence need to change so we waited in the living room and watched T.V. and Played with his Mac laptop and took goofy pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R1yIAsr85VI/AAAAAAAAADI/yG5_771aDyw/s1600-h/Photo0265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142134420127147346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R1yIAsr85VI/AAAAAAAAADI/yG5_771aDyw/s320/Photo0265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e left Lawrence's house and all got in my car again and drove down all the way down Lincoln through Venice Beach and into the heart of Santa Monica. We parked and went in search of an It's A Grind coffee shop. Of course we side tracked and explored 4th street. After walking around aimlessly we stopped to buy some subway to eat at It's A Grind, but when we got there, there were no more seatss availble. So we bought our drinks and headed to a Vegitarian/Vegan Reastruant. We went in carrying our "out side food" clearly in the open and the seated us upstairs in a tight corner. We looked through the menu and was interrupted by the hostest and was told that we couldnt have non-vegan food/drinks in the restrant. Why would they seat us if they saw us with outside food if they knew no outside food was allowed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142134742249694562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R1yITcr85WI/AAAAAAAAADQ/M1jaeL2H9vs/s400/Photo0271.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o Lawrence ordered as we stood outside waiting in the cold. Why would vegans throw out people into the cold when all we were doing was ording food from them and respecting their choice of lifestyle? I thought vegan believed in equality among all living things, arnt humans living things too? Anyways, we left and just went back to 4th street where we ate near Subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142135794516682098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R1yJQsr85XI/AAAAAAAAADY/MD_n0-0ujkk/s400/Photo0270.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;fter we wondered around some more and watched some break dancers do there street performance in the freezing cold. We had wanted to leave but we stayed because little Christine liked the show and was having fun. The night was getting late so we decided to call it a day and headed back to my car. We went into the parking sturcture and up the elevator and we we got out my car was no where in sight! I began to get worried that my car might have been towed or worst, stolen. But after getting a quick look around we realized we were in the wrong parking structure. So back down the elevator and back on the street we walked 2 more blocks and round the right on and ended our day with some easy listening music as I drove everyone home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-6180551812128809026?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/6180551812128809026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=6180551812128809026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/6180551812128809026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/6180551812128809026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2007/12/suprize-visit-to-lawrence.html' title='Surprize visit to Lawrence'/><author><name>Pecky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/SDE6NtmJfjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kQFnlOs_ILI/S220/SIKE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R1x-zsr85PI/AAAAAAAAACY/b4zXbSjEIm0/s72-c/Photo0251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-4312722872229942689</id><published>2007-12-05T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T12:11:52.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal day...plus an Xbox 360</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So today started like any other day with Gatorade and Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140580926161216690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R1cDHcr85LI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gp2RHSkw9T4/s320/Photo0119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;White Chocolate Chip Macadamion Nut cookie =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140580762952459426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R1cC98r85KI/AAAAAAAAABs/H7ISieGCqdU/s320/Photo0121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And some Vitamin Water to start my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140581256873698498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R1cDasr85MI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CJmuy8bRPRw/s320/Photo0122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Began my day with some gas before my day of full of driving from point A,B,C,D and F.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140581935478531282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R1cECMr85NI/AAAAAAAAACE/wC-UKI78wlo/s320/Photo0146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And just before the day came to an end my dad surprized me with a trip to our local Costco and bought me an Xbox360!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140582472349443298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R1cEhcr85OI/AAAAAAAAACM/qKN8Ph94Fvk/s320/Photo0248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;t came with 2 games, Spiderman and Forza 2, and an extra controller, a head set, play and charge kit, xbox live silver membership and more to come! My dad knows a guy who works as a software programer for Microsoft so he's gonna give me hook ups on a Wireless Network Adapter, Halo 3 Limited Edition, Gears of War, Xbox Live webcam, and Xbox Live Gold service card. Other games I intend to buy are; Rock Band, Guitar Hero, Skate, Oblivion, and Nation Under Fire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-4312722872229942689?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/4312722872229942689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=4312722872229942689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/4312722872229942689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/4312722872229942689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2007/12/normal-dayplus-xbox-360.html' title='Normal day...plus an Xbox 360'/><author><name>Pecky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/SDE6NtmJfjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kQFnlOs_ILI/S220/SIKE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R1cDHcr85LI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gp2RHSkw9T4/s72-c/Photo0119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-769605232277172674</id><published>2007-11-26T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T19:30:23.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Trip up to San Pedro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;he day started with a rude awakening by Christine calling, asking about what are the plans for the day. I was still delirious from my sleep. Not giving specific information. After we hung up I fell right back to sleep only to be woken up again by Lysee's phone call. I missed the call because my phone had some how fallen on to the floor and slid under my couch. So I decided to finally wake up and had for the shower. After coming out I found my phone and saw I had couple of missed calls from Lysee, so I decided to just listen to the message she left. Then I got dressed and called Christine to let her know I am coming to get her, so I get in my car and begin driving towards my first stop of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;long the way I had bad omens, or maybe they were just coincidences, anyhow as I was driving I happen to see a lot of road kill along the way. I think it was about 2 dead cats, a possum and one that looked like a bird but had a rats tail. Moving on, i get to christines house where we drag Ivan out of Christines bed and went on our way to pick up Lawrence. Before leaving we complained and question about where are we to eat. We were all hungry and had just woken up from a late of night of work or Internet spelunking. Not thinking much of it we assumed that Bethany would feed us or we would all go out to eat lunch somewhere. But before leaving, little Christine wanted her hungry satisfied that very moment, so she grabbed about 6 tangerines and stuffed them into her sweater pockets and ate them one by one as we drove to Lawrences house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hen we arrive at Lawrences Ivan and I sit in the car while Christines goes and gets Lawrence out of his house. She jumps into the back seat with Ivan and Lawrence sits up from with me. We proceed to our next stop, Bethanys house, where Lysee, Trezah, and of course Bethany awaits for our arrival. I park on the street on the next block because I didn't not want to make a left and a U turn to park right next to the complex. It seem like a decent place to park that wasn't too far, but our lazy butts complained about how we parked all the way in china when it was really just 1/4 of a block down from where we were heading. As we approached Bethanys door we had to jog our memories to figure out which one is hers. Christines figures out a more abrupt way of finding by making odd noises till someone came to the door, and it worked! Sure enough we a door open and there is Bethany awaiting our arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;awrence Ivan and I plop ourselves down on to the futon couch in the living room while Christine meets and greets everyone. After about 10 minutes of chattery someone offered us cheese cake, I don't quite remember who, but it was chocolate cheese cake. It was very good and apparently home made by Lysees mother. We finish our plate of cheese cake and finalized where we're going for the day. Look at Ivan I can tell he is anticipating something that caused him to have a very lazy and uninterested look upon his face. We than spoke about going to Belmont Shores and his expression was revealed to all as he stated about how they always go to Belmont shores. Everyone laughed and realized it was a comical truth, so I believe after a few more conversations we decided to go to San Pedro. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137309744429725714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R0tj_nHi-BI/AAAAAAAAABE/6mbX4zMhtaY/s400/Ivan+and+sanpedro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R0ti_nHi9-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yjQxfXgpnZE/s1600-h/Ivan+Lawrence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137308644918097890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R0ti_nHi9-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yjQxfXgpnZE/s200/Ivan+Lawrence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e depart from Bethanys residence and head towards our vehicles. We drove down 183rd street and made a right onto Bellflower Blvd got onto the 91 West and merged on to the 110 South and rode it all the way till the end. I knew we were in San Pedro when the free way had ended and there was a giant sign that stated "Welcome to San Pedro" we drove along Gaffey and went up and down hill after hill. Several times I began to worry about my car because I has a jumpy transmission and I had to be very catious about driving up these hills. After a few twists and turns we arive at the park located at the top of San Pedro where it over looks the city and the ocean and gives a very scenic view of the overall area around it. While there we snap a bunch of photos of all of doing silly things and exploring some of the area around the Bell of Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137309267688355842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R0tjj3Hi-AI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Wa9_onjgCqk/s320/Lysee+Bethany+Chris+Tree+Lawrence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137311797424093250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R0tl3HHi-EI/AAAAAAAAABc/jZN1PkiS3BE/s400/Andy+BW+on+top+of+Terror+Dome.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R0tjO3Hi9_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/qY052Lz6CVg/s1600-h/Andy+Epic+by+Lysee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137308906911102962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="152" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R0tjO3Hi9_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/qY052Lz6CVg/s200/Andy+Epic+by+Lysee.jpg" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hile at this park I saw that the park had alot of things that were rideable on my bike. So i comtenplate weither I should take out my bike and try to snap a few photos before the park security gaurd tried to confinscate my bike. After explore the Dome of Terror we had back to my Van and I take out my bike to ride in the parking lot. Just as soon as I do a few little tricks I can see the secuirty gaurd heading my way and eyeing my bike. So i quickly shove my bike back into my van where it sits safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137309959178090530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R0tkMHHi-CI/AAAAAAAAABM/cXdiC8EezjM/s400/going+up+the+hill+Chris+Bethany.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;s we countine to scout out the area around the park and we little places to snap a few photos. There was this little version of the Dome of Terror, that we call Mini Dome of Terror. Then we made our way around to this cicular platform where maybe a giant sundial once stood or one of those carasal. We snap a few pictures and leave our "marks" and went back to the Bell of Friendship to snap a few more pictures. Then we found this hill that Christine kept running up and down so i took a video of her tumbling down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid15.photobucket.com/albums/a394/peckerXedge/San%20Pedro%202007/P1040106.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137311282028017714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R0tlZHHi-DI/AAAAAAAAABU/021pDUxs3pY/s400/Chris+dizzy.jpg" width="520" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e then left and went in search for something else to do so we headed up the hill some more to an art gallery but it was closed, so we head back down the hills and made a right on 6th street where we parked and walked along the street looking at all the closed and for leased shops. It soon became late and our hunger caught up to us. We stood out side of this pizzah place called Nikco's, contenplateing weither or not we should eat there. As we stood there odd people came out and made weird comments that deterred us from wanting to eat there. One man came out and randomly spoke to us "Put anchovies on everything, it makes it taste good" and walked away. After much thought and walking back and forth we decided to give it a try. We ordered two pizzas and a side of bufflo wings and garlic cheese bread. And as usuall we end our meal by creating a food sculpture made up of all of our left overs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;fter along days of walking around it was time to head back and get a nice cup of coffee from Its A Grind on Del Amo and Palo Verda. Thats when Justin showed up and we talked and and told him about what he had missed on our trip up to San Pedro. After listen to some local kids play their guitar in the coffee shop and finished our last drops of coffee we headed to Justins house where we played rock band and thats where I ended my night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-769605232277172674?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/769605232277172674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=769605232277172674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/769605232277172674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/769605232277172674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-trip-up-to-san-pedro.html' title='Day Trip up to San Pedro'/><author><name>Pecky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/SDE6NtmJfjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kQFnlOs_ILI/S220/SIKE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R0tj_nHi-BI/AAAAAAAAABE/6mbX4zMhtaY/s72-c/Ivan+and+sanpedro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561311633291181106.post-1834112929147155421</id><published>2007-11-24T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:00:47.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R0kH4nHi97I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QatHf5wOUSM/s1600-h/Andy+ulgy+face+again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136645519147464626" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R0kH4nHi97I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QatHf5wOUSM/s320/Andy+ulgy+face+again.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I go by the name of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pecky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I am currently 18 and attend community college. I am just a regular guy with some extra time to start blogging. What will I be blogging about? I really wish I knew, but only time will tell. I will have rants and reviews of things that I come across in my day to day life. I do plan to do a very extensive review on the different kinds of instant cooked noodles and stuff that I buy along with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;memorable&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;outings&lt;/span&gt; to places that are far away but not really. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o here is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt; bit of personal information on me. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BMX&lt;/span&gt; as much as I can and take as many photo's as I can with my digital SLR. I am an art major studying to become a 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dcharacter&lt;/span&gt; animator/Art Director. I like to go fishing, read about new technology, and play video games with my friends. I am into hardcore the scene and music. So of my all time favorites are; Have Heart, The Geeks, Allegiance, Verse, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;FC&lt;/span&gt; Five, Bane, Good Clean Fun, Champion, and Comeback Kid. I also listen to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; wide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;variety&lt;/span&gt; of genre's of music. From classical to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;underground&lt;/span&gt; hip hop to black metal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561311633291181106-1834112929147155421?l=as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/feeds/1834112929147155421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7561311633291181106&amp;postID=1834112929147155421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/1834112929147155421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561311633291181106/posts/default/1834112929147155421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-told-by-pecky.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-first-post.html' title='My First Post.'/><author><name>Pecky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/SDE6NtmJfjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kQFnlOs_ILI/S220/SIKE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mfZCv3C1rQA/R0kH4nHi97I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QatHf5wOUSM/s72-c/Andy+ulgy+face+again.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
