Pick a Peter

My own domain

peteranti — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 21:06:43 +0000

I’ve got a site i think i’ll stick into.

So log into FindThatInch.com instead of here.

mkayloveyoubyebye!

A letter

peteranti — Mon, 31 Aug 2009 13:46:25 +0000

Respectful holy Internet,
I just wanted to ask you, source of all knowledge, are all the good guys straight or do I just have a very unuseful fetish?
Thanks in advance,
The bulletproof cupid.

P.S I pray to you every single day, I hope you are listening to me whe I log in or when I upload you with my art.

Wipe it out whenever you can

peteranti — Wed, 26 Aug 2009 21:55:14 +0000

I am currently located at the bathroom, and I’m considering of a polite way to put it … I am shitting. Yes, I am shitting, you know, that thing humans do once in a while every now and then? They go to the toilet and they excrete what they do not NEED any more. As easy as such. Bathroom, Lower pants, sit, excrete and then when you’re done you swab out the dirt. Yep, dirt.

Couldn’t life be as easy as shitting? Wouldn’t everything be much better? Just excrete what you do not need any more and then just clean out the mess with a few wipes. Flash down the consequences and then leave the place relieved. Perfect isn’t it?

NO. It’s not. You need to be punished. You know who you are! You there, sitting on your comfy chair eating those oily crisps, leaving crumbs all over the keyboard. Yes YOU! You need to be punished mister, or you’ll turn spoiled[er]. You think you could get away with it so easily? What goes around comes around! And the time will come where the frisbee will hit your ugly face and you’ll be in severe pain! YES The time will come!!! Mpuahahaha.

Toilet

Sleepover

peteranti — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 15:12:06 +0000

I just woke up at Tamar’s and I want to murder someone. No preferable reason. I’ve probably created another form of the menstrual cycle, one that males can follow. I’m dizzy as-well.

I think I’ve annoyed S. yesterday, I’m not sure, I’m too embarrassed to talk to him now… Maybe later. I’m hungry as well.

I want a Super Duper Extra Meat Cypriot Sandwich. Cypriot Sandwiches are the best thing ever. I mean why haven’t they invented them yet in other Countries. The US preferably so that it goes international. If you think about it, Cyprus should have privileges over it’s sandwiches, maybe patent them or whatever they big companies do to their fancy products. And then wherever we go we can indulge in the mouthwatering – almost orgasmic – activity of cypriot -sandwich-eating. Nom Nom.

Playing around

Tamar is Israeli. Natty is Israeli. Noah is IsraeliAnd I am trying to understand Hebrew. I’m making progress really, I’ve learned Hatih (Which is what I am) Kuss (Which is what I do not need in this life) Ken (Tak Tak Tak!) Shalosh (Which a word I’ll need If I ever travel to Israel) and other pretty adjectives.

Tamarou, Naughty and Noah’s ark,

I’ll miss you guys, especially you Tamar, farewell (hopefully) …

I suck at stop motion videos

peteranti — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 16:18:19 +0000

So yeah, I think the title sums it up pretty much, but If you still want to know what I am talking about, then watch my new video.

I just couldn’t resist! Watching all those awesome stop motion videos on youtube I just wanted to make one. Little did I know that it’s way easier to just sit back and watch them! Sorry for making your eyes itch guys heh!

51 things in my room

peteranti — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 17:13:57 +0000

What can YOU dig up from your room?

Oh sweet child o’ mine

peteranti — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 22:04:35 +0000

HATE

MOANING.

No wait, I don’t hate moaning, I despise moaning. If moaning had a physique, I would twist and break it’s every bone. I so loathe moaning, and especially when it’s towards our Cypriot Government. All right, we get it, the Cypriot Government does nothing correctly, or better yet does nothing at all right? Does nothing about the Cypriot-Turkish problem, does nothing about the army problem, does nothing about the broken roads and the ruined pavements…

Lets say, hypothetically speaking… If you used all the energy and time wasted on moaning to actually go do something productive, our economy would have boosted by far ten times.
You just keep forgetting that our government is not something alien, it’s just US disguised as leaders. So instead of blaming them for everything, just look at yourself in the mirror and promise that you will do something about all these problems. You will pick up the trash you threw out your window while going 70kmph at Timagia St. or you will promote diversity and the basic human rights to closed minded people and you will stop raving at the guy who parked his car on your parking place.

And realize that If there was not Government, there would be chaos. Be thankful just for once.

Milk

peteranti — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 10:04:17 +0000

I have to drink my milk now.

Where is my milk? I’m in the kitchen and can’t find ANY milk!?

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GROW UP NOW?! Will I forever stay an annoying tiny little shit? I love my milk. I love dancing as well but that’s irrelevant.

Wuf, Wuf, I danced till I dropped last night and I wasn’t even drunk, isn’t that cool? Has anyone ever imagined dancing to Kings of Leon or Nirvana? I didn’t, until I did that is. Now where is that darn milk? I hate the after smell of cigarettes, by the start of 2010 smoking in public places will be forbidden, let’s just watch our fellow Greeks and take a small taste of what’s gonna happen in 2010. Why do they say G&T is the drunk’s drink? I love it and I’m a good kid, I drink milk!

WHERE IS THAT DARN MILK!?

Chop Chop waitress.

P.S. I found it, I’m drinkin’ it, I’m lovin’ it (ΜακΝτοναλτσ?)

Drinking my milk

I control the Universe.

peteranti — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 15:22:48 +0000

I’ve been faced with a question lately. Basically it’s been put in my mind by other people and not me, but it’s sort of coming true right now and it makes me wonder.

Do events happen because of our spiritual erge? Is allowing external ideas enter your mind – letting them worry you much, eat you up inside - actually mean letting them loose? Some friends of mine that read the book “Secrets” told me that it’s all about this. But I don’t read books, and I don’t think 200 pages worth of ink will make me understand human nature, it’s not that easy.

It's almost divine

A lonesome musing introduced me to a very peculiar – but true – idea some time ago.

You are what you think you are.

Weather it’s beautiful, smart, athletic, gay or maybe fat, ugly, stupid. Neither nature, or others will make this choice for you. It’s been reserved just for you and you cannot move on until you have made the choice.

I believe that this idea extends even further though. The human brain is a quite mysterious thingamabob, intra and inter connected with everything around us, affecting little details that make up this world for each and one of us. It might seem like a divine power to have, but last time I checked, I could control my own actions and thus I could control my own brain. Can’t you?

Think about it. You control the universe.

A walk

peteranti — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 14:22:48 +0000

I’m walking towards the Barber’s shop, trying to thing of various hairstyles on the way. Music is playing through the earphones. Stops, starts again. A woman walks passed by me. She is wearing a blue blouse and a white skirt. She seems lost. I don’t want to help her. I am so cut off this world. Everyone is. I just arrived at the Barber’s. See you in a while

We are all fractals of a bigger world. Independent and somehow ''cut off''

Darn, it is Thursday, all Barber shops are closed on Thursdays, how stupid of me to forget! I am now walking back home. Music is playing through earphones. Stops. Restarts. I go passed Nicola’s house. Nicolas is in the army. I am now thinking of what he is doing right now. Maybe he is sleeping. Maybe he is exercising. I don’t know.

I am back home now. See you later.

(Written while walking using iTouch. Corrected later on my Mac)