<?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-6643260618691118726</id><updated>2012-01-27T00:49:13.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savoury Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>Blood spilled is not blood lost but blood gained, the blood of experience.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-7773859255406427949</id><published>2008-09-03T10:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:58:32.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>A week of holidays, let's me sleep without worrying about school tomorrow, gotta make the most out of this one week of holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-7773859255406427949?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7773859255406427949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=7773859255406427949' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7773859255406427949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7773859255406427949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-2418646064820308333</id><published>2008-08-09T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:51:56.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent stuff</title><content type='html'>Recently, my head, mostly the interior of it, feels tired and worn out, perhaps it's because life is a boring pile of rolling shit. Everyday I go to school, stay there for 6 hours, come back, do whatever, sleep, rinse and repeat, it's damn depressing. I'm just worn out about life in and out, now I know why some people commit suicide, it's life, the world, it's all based around greedy rich people and their oil economy now, even going so far as to fight wars and risk lives for this black liquid instead of turning around and say to everyone "hey, let's try to develop something else to run our bloody world on." which is what Barack Obama is doing, he's a good man. I'm sure that there is surely something else we can utilize other than oil for energy, look around us, there is much to be used for energy, heat, gravity, water, etc. ! And I am also sure that with sufficient motivation and funding we can even obtain energy from the gravitational pull of the planet earth itself! Space isn't just going to rain tiberium on us all of a sudden like in motherfucking Command &amp; Conquer for us to mine and utilize, nothing comes on a silver platter, even if it does, I'm sure it comes with a side dish of camel shit. Anywho, I'm looking for a working PS2 with Ace Combat 4, 5 and Zero since it's the only series I can hold on to just to keep my going in life, the soundtrack is awesome, the game itself is awesome albeit the reused concept in nearly all of the games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-2418646064820308333?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2418646064820308333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=2418646064820308333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/2418646064820308333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/2418646064820308333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/recent-stuff.html' title='Recent stuff'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-2788959891901787004</id><published>2008-07-16T06:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T06:50:23.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to get sick and tired of this aspect of my life, school, every weekday I am forced to wake up at the most unsuitable fucking time to march my ass to school and sit there for 6~ hours with the morons of society and for what? Part of me just wants to break down, cry and throw a tantrum to not go to school, another part of me thinks the only reasonable thing to do is to sit around McDonalds for 6~ hours as school goes. My dad isn't really even helping either. I'm getting really pissed recently and school just isn't helping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-2788959891901787004?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2788959891901787004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=2788959891901787004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/2788959891901787004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/2788959891901787004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-8738036201960778430</id><published>2008-07-14T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:37:07.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Generic blog title</title><content type='html'>I guess I'm not used to praise, everytime someone praises me, purely just praises me, I feel very confused and my chest will feel warm, it just happens. Anyway, my father is pretty unreasonable, we've already stated that I'd get $30 to spend on the internet per month already but I decided to spend it on a different thing this month but no, my father has to be the record player obsessed son of a gun arguing about sound quality, now, I have a coupon to increase the things I bought by 10% only available for 2 weeks and half a week has already passed since I got this coupon, it's just fucking unreasonable because he spends money on ringtones for people calling him. Personally, I found the songs really fucking awkward, I'm better off with the normal ring-ring. My head hurts like a fucking bitch from this matter, it almost makes me want to kill him for his insurance money, if he even has any from his record/vinyl obsession. There's no such thing as a nice awakening in this fucking house anymore during weekends because everytime I wake up, my father would be playing some old '70s music with the bass at max or someshit and it echoes in my head endlessly when I wake up, making me have a fucking searing headache everyday I wake the fuck up and I can't sleep early because of the same fucking reason. This shit is driving me insane, I sincerely hope that his record player blows the fuck up in his face soon because it's really starting to get on my fucking nerves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-8738036201960778430?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8738036201960778430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=8738036201960778430' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/8738036201960778430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/8738036201960778430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/generic-blog-title.html' title='Generic blog title'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-7088785341998615829</id><published>2008-07-09T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:17:33.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A puff of fire.</title><content type='html'>My life's rather uneventful, I guess it's a part of realizing the world. I'm about to go out and catch Hancock with dad so I'll blog on that when I'm back and if I'm not dropdead tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-7088785341998615829?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7088785341998615829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=7088785341998615829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7088785341998615829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7088785341998615829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/puff-of-fire.html' title='A puff of fire.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-6866561909379685959</id><published>2008-07-04T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T00:03:37.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger's block?</title><content type='html'>I can't really come up with anything to talk about but I'll just sum it up, I got Condemned 2 and Grand Theft Auto 4 over the now-past-holidays along with Bad Company not too long after holidays, good games but I can't be arsed to elaborate on their hits and misses right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-6866561909379685959?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6866561909379685959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=6866561909379685959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/6866561909379685959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/6866561909379685959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/bloggers-block.html' title='Blogger&apos;s block?'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-142237633578623134</id><published>2008-06-24T03:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T03:51:18.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking to purchase a certain pair of gloves</title><content type='html'>As the title suggests, I'm looking for a pair of gloves that are long enough to cover slightly above one's elbows made from a clean thin material that doesn't shine(e.g nylon) and coloured black without any patterns, not covering one's thumbs is a plus. I already found a perfect pair of these on the internet but I'm looking for one I can buy locally in Singapore. Hit me with an email on my yahoo email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-142237633578623134?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/142237633578623134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=142237633578623134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/142237633578623134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/142237633578623134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/looking-to-purchase-certain-pair-of.html' title='Looking to purchase a certain pair of gloves'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-7816588540947250385</id><published>2008-06-21T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T00:46:10.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the best dreams of my lifetime.</title><content type='html'>I woke up at a bus stop, with my friend beside me. After my bus came, I hopped on it and so did my friend but I didn't go home in the end as I had a weird feeling in my gut, the bus circled around after it's last stop and turned around and as it stopped right next to a mini plateau with an estate on it, I felt this sudden urge to cross the road and head across the bridge to the building. As I crossed the bridge, I had the weird feeling and fell over the edge, only to land on a military double decker bus with an open roof, turns out it was one of the military's newest project, the NetWarrior. As I was rushed off the bus, I realized what caused me to fell off the bridge(But not consciously), me and my friend rushed over to a nearby rock to hide ourselves from the heavily guarded military bus, I devised a quick plan to link up or hack into the Net warrior as the thing that caused me to fall off the rope bridge was a shield of somesort that causes dizzyness thus causing the victim to fall off the bridge, rather ingenious. As me and my friend tried our best to hack into the NetWarrior with god knows what(I believe it was implanted internet drives or something) and then paper started to fall from the sky, as I asked a passer-by what happened, he said the bus containing NetWarrior crashed into traffic, me and my friend realized this was our only chance left to hack into NetWarrior and use it to disable the shield. As we grabbed the paper in the skies, knowing it's only our datachips going insane and that the paper was several data fragments that fell off NetWarrior's virtual presence, we pieced it all together and it disappeared with a small spark of light, knowing we had access to only 5% of NetWarrior's capability now, we went back up the adjacent plateau and attempted to cross the bridge when I saw Tei, a rabbit/human hybrid in a sundress albeit full covered. I knew she was up to no good on the wooden bridge, just looking at us, smiling in the most sinister way possible albeit her cute appearance. As I walked cautiously across the bridge, I noticed something odd with parts of the bridge, they look like they don't connect with the wooden parts of the bridge at all. So I crossed with caution, holding onto the rope on the left side on the bridge until I chanced on to another part of the bridge that didn't connect to the rest of the bridge albeit on the rope as well like the rest of the bridge, so I attempted to slowly walk towards the right side of the bridge to grab hold of the rope until Tei started shaking the bridge. But in the end, we made it across and dropped dead on the small field of grass right infront of a flat that had a sign "Eientei" on it, I knew I was at the right place. I got up and saw Tei right in my face, she asked me what my business was, seeing as I was so determined to cross the bridge and I told her, I was to collect a medal for defeating Eirin, the head mistress of Eientei then I brushed the grass off my back and sneaked to the back of the estate to look for her, me and my friend was slowly searching through the house when all of a sudden one of the many maids found us and tried to take us away, she succeeded in doing so with my friend but not before I dived for a small gap between the floor and a platform, which put me in a rather wide crawl space, I crawled and crawled knowing that the maid was after me, the platform seemed like a mattress as it got pressed down towards me whenever somebody walked on it. Soon, the crawl space got bigger and after a while, big enough for me to crouch in, I reached the end of the crawlspace and peeked through another gap which is right in front of the front door, I can see my friend there already. I quickly crawled out from the gap, rushed towards the door and jumped out onto the small field. Eirin, grinned and asked me what was my business here, I bowed respectfully and said "I'm here to fight you, no danmaku, no spellcards, melee only." as I shot into a stance. "Very well" she said as she went into a stance as well, "Let's go!" she shouted and that's where I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-7816588540947250385?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7816588540947250385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=7816588540947250385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7816588540947250385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7816588540947250385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-woke-up-at-bus-stop-with-my-friend.html' title='One of the best dreams of my lifetime.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-8378775459760812487</id><published>2008-06-14T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T21:05:21.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Godamnit :U</title><content type='html'>So, a flat in the block right next to mine seemed all smoked up inside, with the windows closed. Of course, I reported this to fellow friends. I decided to sit and do nothing but watch to see if anyone was crawling about, I decided to go scout out the kitchen for things to nibble on whilst my father is out and when I came back, I was disappointed to see all the windows open. With a frown on my face, I sat back on my mattress, so much for watching people choke to death, there goes my 9pm entertainment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-8378775459760812487?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8378775459760812487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=8378775459760812487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/8378775459760812487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/8378775459760812487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/godamnit-u.html' title='Godamnit :U'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-2494265999935822588</id><published>2008-05-23T03:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T03:16:56.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I shall walk through the valley of the damned...</title><content type='html'>And I came out with my hips hurtin', once I laid down on my bed in oh-so-long it aided my sore hip from resting on fucking hardass wooden beds that didn't have mattresses and no fans within the human-baking A-shaped huts, the stuff we did there was somewhere short of "meh", the only thing worth pointing out was the archery. Ugh god, I'm not going to any other shitty-ass camp anymore, I also just realized the venue we were camping at was the spot where they hosted and filmed "The Showdown", pretty cool but still doesn't add anything to the pain I suffered in that hellhole. The boredom was beyond bearable, the events were idiotic, the trainers were all &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SERIOUS BUSINESS &gt;:((((&lt;/span&gt;, the living conditions were FUBAR, the food was terrible, the drinks are all like poor person's lemonade and the venue was stupidly far from civilization, not even within walking distance. I was forced to read through my copy of one of the four Halo novels I had, I covered a few 100 pages in those days, at every event, every hour. Now if you don't mind me, I have an aching, sore and tired hip to attend to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-2494265999935822588?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2494265999935822588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=2494265999935822588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/2494265999935822588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/2494265999935822588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-i-shall-walk-through-valley-of.html' title='And I shall walk through the valley of the damned...'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-8064662871983041788</id><published>2008-05-21T09:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T09:24:14.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sec2 Camp</title><content type='html'>Reporting straight from the belly of the fucking beast, this place is a sure hellhole. I was demoralized to the brink of god-knows-what, I just want to get home, fucking faint on my bed and hope I don't come out of a coma for the next fucking century. Gotta run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-8064662871983041788?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8064662871983041788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=8064662871983041788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/8064662871983041788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/8064662871983041788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/sec2-camp.html' title='Sec2 Camp'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-8828437243851265829</id><published>2008-05-19T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:23:14.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escaping, detachment</title><content type='html'>Ever got that feeling where you wanna just live somewhere in the middle of a forest in a cottage? Far but not too far from civilization, so people know how to leave you alone by not approaching your estate at all. To live by yourself, only leaving for groceries, somewhere by the mountain side, maybe Shirakawa, Gifu. I'm already getting sick of the constant presence of humanity and it's fucking stupidity sometimes. I'm getting sick of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-8828437243851265829?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8828437243851265829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=8828437243851265829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/8828437243851265829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/8828437243851265829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/escaping-detachment.html' title='Escaping, detachment'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-992875539100014783</id><published>2008-05-03T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T03:07:36.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironman the movie</title><content type='html'>Let me begin by saying, majority of movies made based on our childhoods has either failed to the original in our childhoods, however, Ironman has set a new high on childhood "refreshing" movies... Well for me anyway. They didn't fuck up the original colouring of Ironman, they paid a lot of detail into the special effects, I can begin by naming one : when Ironman reaches transonic speed, he portrays the PG singularity effect, or commonly known as the sonic boom, now this just blew me away when I saw that vapor cone and was all "shit rocks" in my head. However, to all things good, there is always a downside, one thing is that there was only one part of the film where Ironman faced odds that are simply too easy for him, I would have wished for more but that would be asking for too much. Either way, let me nitpick for a few, one thing, the viral marketing they tried was utterly hilarious, at the scene where Tony Stark was watching television, check out what's under his plasma TV, yes, you guessed it, it's a Nintendo Wii, the cells in my brain chattered jokingly about it for nearly the rest of the movie, I don't know if there were any other forms of vial marketing though but it was good. Also, I want to state one thing clearly and it is aimed at a particular individual, I am going to go watch Speed Racer alone, I personally think that the guy that went &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"FUCK YEAH!"&lt;/span&gt; in the back row had the right to do so when you see your childhood rebuffed, perfected without any imperfections that might ruin your childhood version of him and as a personal note, my adrenaline spiked as well when I saw Ironman in his full glory of yellow and hot rod red. Sure, some of the weaponry are off but who cares? They didn't screw up like Transformers, they even had the "original" assembly machinery and some short moments where us with childhood experiences with the intro itself albeit they screwed up the colouring on the machinery which was silver/blue but I don't really give a flying fuck because it's good enough for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-992875539100014783?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/992875539100014783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=992875539100014783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/992875539100014783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/992875539100014783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/ironman-movie.html' title='Ironman the movie'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-66055272021687527</id><published>2008-04-24T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T01:02:47.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loosening up.</title><content type='html'>For once, I thought I'd loosen up for a post(though I'm still tightened up). I think for this post, I'll talk about my gaming, maybe some other topics if I have the time. Not too long ago, I started playing Space Cowboy again except that Space Cowboy was down, forever and now it's a Euro version called Air Rivals, thus far I've been enjoying playing something other than the fighter class, I chose the attacker, a bomber to be exact, it's rather fun but it's slower to level up than the fighter but I went on with it anyway, grinding was going to "grind" to a halt(heheh irony) until I got my ground bombing skill to a good, reasonable level and the suitable ordnance to bomb with, it really lightened up and I started level 30 off with 82% exp after doing the scenario mission and I had a good 24% at the beginning so that makes it quite a confidence booster. Currently I need to find slightly better ordnance to bomb the living hell out of shit with. Well, I can't keep this up much longer, gonna end this post here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-66055272021687527?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/66055272021687527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=66055272021687527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/66055272021687527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/66055272021687527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/loosening-up.html' title='Loosening up.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-8877739683974304188</id><published>2008-04-23T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:32:25.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's always the darkest before dawn.</title><content type='html'>Ugh, exams are a real pain in the neck, the only "fun" paper is the english essay paper where I can write nearly anything as long as it's related to the topic, I especially like the "write blah blah starting with blah blah", it's always fun to play around in the topic, planning it out first on your mind and how it would end, one that the reader would read for much longer than the time you took to write it, just a few more weeks until the godamn 1 month-long holiday, just as I'm about to break down from the sheer exhaustion and boredom school causes and for what? Knowledge? The understanding of a few maths problems? My question to them is, when do we need to use these "expansions"? It has always been pure division or multiplication and if not, fractional division or such at most. I also don't think I'd be uploading the screens of my maps yet, it's still in the closed beta phase and tweaking out some bugs and faults here and there. Well, I.C.E is on TV right now, I can't be fucked for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-8877739683974304188?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8877739683974304188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=8877739683974304188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/8877739683974304188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/8877739683974304188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-always-darkest-before-dawn.html' title='It&apos;s always the darkest before dawn.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-7932815334840543616</id><published>2008-04-19T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T21:32:01.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halo 3 Mapping : Rat Race and Attack&amp;Defend</title><content type='html'>Remember Holdout? Most probably not but recently I booted up the 360 and played some Halo 3 Forge, screwing around in Foundry, I got an idea, a attack and defend map, this said map has blossomed into a map that requires teamwork and tactics, I was considering putting it out on my fileshare for testing and feedback but I don't have enough friends all on at the same time so I will keep working on it privately until I have a valid number of volunteers to help me test the map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, after doing said map, I decided to start up Rat's Nest, screw around a little as well and then I tried to make a vehicle racing map which then turned into a foot race map, still have a few kinks to work out but it's coming along well. I'm gonna put up screenshots of said maps soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-7932815334840543616?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7932815334840543616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=7932815334840543616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7932815334840543616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7932815334840543616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/halo-3-mapping-rat-race-and-attack.html' title='Halo 3 Mapping : Rat Race and Attack&amp;Defend'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-3447788011849444709</id><published>2008-04-19T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T17:43:50.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a fucking vacation...</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting here, in my room, most probably sick with with father's record player blaring music when he's most probably not even know, I don't know nor do I give a flying fuck but can't he just go get those songs on CD or by alternate means other than getting a record player? Godamn, I'm having a fucking hard enough time thinking just from the 60s music blaring outside of my fucking room and being able to pierce my door like fucking rice paper. I really can't take much shit anymore, I understand he has his own needs and wants but for god's sake you can get those songs as easy as putting on a fucking flicking your godamn fingers, these songs are literally feeling like someone is fucking me in the ear with a sandpaper condom. It's not like it's OHGODSUPERRARE60s songs, Kungfu Fighting? I have that on my fucking computer! Hotel California? Godamn, I've had that song in my HD since god knows when!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I need to get away from this shithole of a country sometime soon or I'd rather die and not to Genting, how many fucking times have I went to that place already? It's fucking boring, sure I can give it credit for having natural fucking air-conditioning but who gives 2 flying fucks when you're on a fucking mountain stuck with nothing to do but to swim in ice-cold water and go to a theme park that works half the time just because of fucking clouds passing by the mountain but hey, I have to give it one more thing for having awesome accidents but godamn, it's like going over to your run-of-the-mill grandma's house eating fucking oatmeal for breakfast, lunch and dinner, the hotels there are worth mentioning for a split second for having the worst condition a hotel can ever have, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; World hotel? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WELL GEE, I CAN SEE WHY THEY CALL IT FIRST WORLD, IT'S SO FUCKING PIG-DISGUSTING AND DIRTY YOU SWORE IT CAME FROM THE FUCKING STONE AGE!&lt;/span&gt; Fan-fucking-tastic. I'm seriously getting bored of this "I'm poor" bullshit my father pulls sometimes, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OH HEY, I'M FUCKING BROKE BUT I'M BUYING A HUGEASS COLLECTION OF RECORDS ANYWAY, HA-DE-FUCKING-HA, I'M UNEMPLOYED BUT I'LL SPEND MY MONEY EITHERWAY :AWESOMEFACE:.&lt;/span&gt; I swear to god, the next vacation(if any due to my father's pure unemployment and stupidity at certain degrees) I go to is at Genting I'm gonna smash my fucking desktop and facepalm. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HEY, HERE'S A GOOD IDEA, LET'S GO SOMEWHERE ELSE OTHER THAN THAT 3RD WORLD COUNTRY FILLED WITH NIGGERS(Racism fucking intended, YEA FUCKING SUE ME) CRAWLING IN THEIR GODFORSAKEN JUNGLE FILLED WITH PEDOPHILES WAITING TO STRIKE, GEE LET'S TAKE OUR LITTLE DAUGHTER TO MALA-... OH GOD WHERE IS SHE? LET'S FUCKING GO SOMEWHERE ELSE OTHER THAN THAT COUNTRY WHICH WE CAN DRIVE/TAKE A FUCKING TAXI/TAKE A FUCKING BUS TO OTHER THAN WASTING MONEY ON A TOUR, OH GEE, A FUCKING TOUR OF A NEIGHBORING COUNTRY WHICH IS WHAT? ONLY A FEW TENS METRES AWAY FROM OUR OWN SHITHOLE, HA-HA.&lt;/span&gt; How about we go to fucking Japan? Fucking Australia? Or another shithole other than Malaysia, the one that starts with the letter A and ends with an A with well! Oh! That was too obvious was it? AMERICA! Failing that, I just smashed my table and facepalmed either-fucking-way because it would be IMPOSSIBLE &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BECAUSE WE BLEW ALL THAT MONEY WHEN I WAS LITTLE AND WON'T EVEN REMEMBER, HAHA, FUNNY SHIT, I TELL YA. FUCKING FUNNY SHIT. AND SOMEONE DIDN'T EVEN DESERVE TO COME WITH US AND SHOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD A LONG TIME AGO. NO ONE LIKES A OBESE EMOTIONAL MOTHER, SO MUCH FOR SETTING AN EXAMPLE HURR HURR. LET'S ALL BEAT OUR CHILDREN TO A FUCKING PULP AND KILL OURSELVES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-3447788011849444709?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3447788011849444709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=3447788011849444709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/3447788011849444709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/3447788011849444709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-need-fucking-vacation.html' title='I need a fucking vacation...'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-8868557687735588421</id><published>2008-04-09T20:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:39:57.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somedays...</title><content type='html'>Ever got the feeling you just want to jam any available sharp objects into every single orifice in the people around you sometimes? I do. There are few exceptional ones in my class and it's majority of them that needs this treatment, perhaps it's the Monday blues. Anyway, I really hope one day I can go to Pripyat, Ukraine because I wanna experience that deserted town feeling, where man is not bound by what the community thinks, where the explorer is not bound by petty authorities, the artist not bound by the people's thoughts about his work but by the time I'm able to go to Chernobyl it would've been fully decontaminated and the "lively" people would once again stream through the streets of Pripyat and there won't be another safe, empty haven such as Ukraine. To experience this haven and the what the civilian USSR towns were like, to sit by the abandoned and empty ferris wheel left to my own devices and to walk down the empty streets, wander through the town that once had fifty thousand people living in it and suddenly abandoned is my greatest dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-8868557687735588421?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8868557687735588421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=8868557687735588421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/8868557687735588421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/8868557687735588421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/somedays.html' title='Somedays...'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-2271148133893809982</id><published>2008-04-01T19:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:01:46.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short logs (31/3/08 - 1/4/08) and a few things to state</title><content type='html'>31/3/08 : &lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like going(to school) again, I might as well quit school altogether. Fucking thing feels like a chore. The sleep I had during the weekends was the most peaceful I had in a fucking decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4/08 :&lt;br /&gt;My darkened eyebags in the morning look more like someone turned me into a fucking Kiss rockstar. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, it's alright to lie on April's 1st, so here's it : I'm fully satisfied with my dinner and lunch and am not tired nor stressed today and everyday, in fact, I feel like I'm going to take a fucking jog right now to disperse this oh-so-fucking joy in me. To add to my oh-so-fucking awesome life, a baby from a completely blood UN-related family is staying over! Oh yay! I really like babies! This dinner I'm having tastes great! The soup has got to be the best I've had in my life! Damn, I feel super today! With my dad's record player blaring in the freaking background! Whoo! Ha, I got you, fucking april's fools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-2271148133893809982?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2271148133893809982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=2271148133893809982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/2271148133893809982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/2271148133893809982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/short-logs-31308-1408-and-few-things-to.html' title='Short logs (31/3/08 - 1/4/08) and a few things to state'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-8551430785720959960</id><published>2008-03-22T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:04:27.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ace Combat 6 &amp; Ace Combat X</title><content type='html'>I recently acquired Ace Combat X : Skies Of Deception for the PSP, now, uh, to the main topic itselt : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ace Combat is an arcade style flight/combat simulation video game series published by the Japanese company Namco. Although set in fictional countries, many details are similar to real-life wars, such as the Persian Gulf War, the Cold War, and World War II, and feature actual present day aircraft, but also fictional ones, especially flying fortresses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Extract from Wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you'll hear it from me, Ace Combat is an awesome game, in the terms of presentation of the storyline, which brings a fresh breeze into the gaming industry and also in genre, we haven't seen a flight sim on consoles for quite sometime. When I first turned on Xbox Live and was very bored with my current cache of 360 games, I decided, heck, I'll just download some demos. After I finished downloading a few demos, I played Devil May Cry(Yawn, more like) 4, it was a game that excels at only one thing, being a mindless and boring button masher, anyway, on to the point, after playing a few demos, some boring, some a little entertaining(such as Burnout Paradise), I chanced upon the demo of Ace Combat 6, I was a little hesitant about downloading it but I went "heck, might as well try everything". The aircraft copyrights flashed on the screen, I pressed start and I was thrown into the fray of an ongoing invasion, shoved right into a cockpit of a F-16C, I did the novice controls, I found them... A little sketchy, so I switched back to the normal controls and started kicking some ass, shooting down B-52s and Blackhawks, I soon grew accustomed to the controls, very accustomed. After playing the demo through 4 more times, I went, oh my fucking god, I have to get this and so I did. Fueled by the utter annoyance of my aunt constantly bitching at me(Note this was some time ago.) I picked up my wallet, drew out $50 from my bank and marched the fuck to the mall, G3 didn't have it so I went over to Comics Connection(Overprices bastards have everything.), picked it up from the shelves and shoved my 70 dollars up the cashiers ass which he gladly puked a 1 dollar coin out for me, I returned back home, popped it into my 360 and came. The best trailer for a game I've seen so far greeted me with it's epic music, authentic aircraft did the same. As I logged many hours into the game, I became accustomed to the aircraft, the weaponry but it still felt so new, so awesome. After a few days, I finished, I still craved for more, so I played on hard, after finishing it on hard, I craved for even more, I dared the difficulty they call "Ace", basically your run-of-the-mill-halo-legendary-hard difficulty but on a flight sim. The game has a very interesting way of presenting it's storyline, told through war veterans', civillian's eyes, they show you how much your actions affect them, you aren't the prime star of the movie, the main character of your own struggle to fight to the damsel in distress, you're the instigator of happenings which change the lives of the people of the actual storyline. Now to make this short and readable at the least, it's jawesome and everyone should at least play it once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating : 10/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-8551430785720959960?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8551430785720959960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=8551430785720959960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/8551430785720959960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/8551430785720959960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/ace-combat-6-ace-combat-x.html' title='Ace Combat 6 &amp; Ace Combat X'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-2553138320935597737</id><published>2008-03-16T04:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T04:51:36.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caption this image!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/R9w20O9brSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/sAxtP769Vn8/s1600-h/120520727978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/R9w20O9brSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/sAxtP769Vn8/s320/120520727978.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178073942566087970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-2553138320935597737?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2553138320935597737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=2553138320935597737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/2553138320935597737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/2553138320935597737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/caption-this-image.html' title='Caption this image!'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/R9w20O9brSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/sAxtP769Vn8/s72-c/120520727978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-2207482732221514229</id><published>2008-03-04T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:59:29.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Military Propaganda TV show</title><content type='html'>Seems like our military is desperate, taking it to public channels to promote themselves, as far as I'm concerned they are too obsessed with themselves and their own crappy self-made bullpups to see how others are already greater than us. F-16s, sure, I can understand the air force for buying them, they are a staple in aircrafts, very balanced as well but for our standard issue weaponry for infantry is not really utter crap but our country could have done better. I also like how they keep showing off our apaches, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt; we know our air force has apaches, even though there are very little of these in our air force and our military budget couldn't afford any more of these because of it being too damn little but surely you can try your best to manage and not over do it, it's usually quality over quantity but it all comes down to our pilots, not the tech, what's the use of a good grade 50 caliber sniper rifle in a civilian with no experience with firearms at all, surely our government can at least grasp that logic. I can't stress this topic too much or else I'll just fry my brain just thinking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-2207482732221514229?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2207482732221514229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=2207482732221514229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/2207482732221514229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/2207482732221514229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/singapore-military-propaganda-tv-show.html' title='Singapore Military Propaganda TV show'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-292325570604705312</id><published>2008-02-28T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:55:28.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an awesome driver.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.geevee.com/geeveeplayer.swf?video_id=134872&amp;embed=on" width="480"height="420"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.geevee.com/geeveeplayer.swf?video_id=134872&amp;embed=on" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I really am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-292325570604705312?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/292325570604705312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=292325570604705312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/292325570604705312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/292325570604705312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-awesome-driver.html' title='I&apos;m an awesome driver.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-8134252232692849831</id><published>2008-02-23T13:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T13:19:36.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking canceled</title><content type='html'>My trip to the airshow was cancelled because &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SOME FUCKING PARENT&lt;/span&gt; left their own son to starve in their fucking house, and the result of that, is me, the fucking son of Sim Teck Koon, fainting in my own fucking bed, only to wake up at like fucking 5am to realize my dad turned off my computer and shit, so thusly, I went to fucking bed, only to be told to wake up at like what? fucking 8am? And I'm still fucking starving here, all I had from before I fainted till now is a cup of water, a cup of fucking water and then he goes all fucking pissy because I fainted and is suffering from lack of sleep thanks to his fucking antics, at least now he knows how the fuck I felt when I was starving to near-death at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-8134252232692849831?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8134252232692849831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=8134252232692849831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/8134252232692849831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/8134252232692849831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/fucking-canceled.html' title='Fucking canceled'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-4329951396297450391</id><published>2008-02-22T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T22:14:26.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't updated in awhile...</title><content type='html'>What I have to say are the following, CNY was good to sub-par, money from CNY was meh. Spending of the money given to me during CNY was fun though, I bought Call Of Duty 4 and Gears Of War for the PC, a new keyboard, a new headset and Ace Combat 6 for the 360, which is pretty awesome might I add. However, I have to confess, my birthday wishlist isn't going well, when my dad came home with a camera I wanted more than a fucking year ago and already lost interest in, my mood just got duller and duller from then on, I know my sister is trying her best to improve it, I just feel like crap since seeing a camera I already lost my bloody interest in and it is really beginning to piss me off for no reason, I guess it's because I didn't get what I really wanted. To be honest, I tried to fill my wishlist with necessities so motherfuckers would actually buy it for me, a camera is not a necessity, I know, nor was it on my wishlist for this year. I can't drag this on, typing more on this subject just pisses me off even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit : Deja vu, that means worse things are to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-4329951396297450391?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4329951396297450391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=4329951396297450391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/4329951396297450391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/4329951396297450391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/havent-updated-in-awhile.html' title='Haven&apos;t updated in awhile...'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-2546551557117954136</id><published>2008-02-14T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T16:46:22.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to add my will.</title><content type='html'>One thing to add my will to get done when I die. To go to the village of Shirakawa, Gifu in Japan at least once or to be buried there when I die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-2546551557117954136?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2546551557117954136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=2546551557117954136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/2546551557117954136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/2546551557117954136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/something-to-add-my-will.html' title='Something to add my will.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-7255857851550814344</id><published>2008-02-05T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T16:36:21.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking sick of it</title><content type='html'>I'm sick of people who think "Nyeeeeh, my way is better" when they tell you to do certain fucking things, hey at least I get it done, so shut your fucking dumbass of a mouth up before I cut a second opening for you to talk through. Now I realize I end up not doing homework, I get crap at school, get crap at home, fucking get crap everywhere, sometimes you have to leave a man to his own fucking devices, don't just barge in whining about my room being messy when the only part of it being messy is the fucking part where you throw my stuff around in, I tried cleaning that fucking area up for god knows how many fucking times and who messes it up? The people around me, fucking dad, fucking aunt, fucking everybody, that's why I don't fucking bother with it anymore because I can't be fucking assed to clean it the fuck up again! Fucking leave me alone when I'm at home, you stupid fucking space jew of a aunt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-7255857851550814344?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7255857851550814344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=7255857851550814344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7255857851550814344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7255857851550814344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/fucking-sick-of-it.html' title='Fucking sick of it'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-467205261262933724</id><published>2008-02-01T14:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T16:59:56.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday wishlist</title><content type='html'>Let me just do this ahead of time, I'm sure I'll get some of these as they aren't made up of plane tickets and games, well at least not 100% :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)A new portable media player(Phone turns off itself at a slight tap at any side)/A new phone, one able to play any video format and music as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)More sketchbooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)A PSP with MGS:Portable Ops+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Turok for the 360&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)A plane ticket to Reitaisai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Gears Of War for the 360(PC Version obtained)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)A new headset(Obtained)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Ghost Recon Advanced Warfighter 2 for the 360&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)THIS MOTHERFUCKING KEYCHAIN &lt;3 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.shopping.yahoo.co.jp/wcanvas/500010673000.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.shopping.yahoo.co.jp/wcanvas/500010673000.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)A Tuxedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)A laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)A permanent XBox Live Gold membership(You need it to actually play online with other people, fucking Microsoft and their marketing plans.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)To go to Flowering Night '08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flowering-night.net/index.htm"&gt;Link to site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's at Club Citta somewhere in Japan, a concert mainly for Touhou music lovers, it's only on the 15th of March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://clubcitta.co.jp/"&gt;Club Citta site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)A external or internal capture card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll edit this entry as I remember them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-467205261262933724?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/467205261262933724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=467205261262933724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/467205261262933724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/467205261262933724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/birthday-wishlist.html' title='Birthday wishlist'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-7040716386181867449</id><published>2008-01-29T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:32:02.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IIS #1(Isolation Insanity Syndrome)</title><content type='html'>I have observed my own behavior in my near 3 months of isolation and the symptoms include paranoia, a heightened sense of uneasiness but it showed one positive symptoms and that is preparation for the death that waits unknowingly. That aside, I was sitting down in front of a public access computer at school during recess one day and I was thinking to myself, a teacher walked past and asked why I looked so sad. I was confused at first then I realized I had a sad face the whole time I was thinking, it wasn't because of problems, homework or such nonsensical crap like that, it was because I was bound to the rules of this world, bound to the limits of this body, the only thing that extends beyond the stars is my imagination which is beginning to fail me, my mind is beginning to rot, my vocabulary, shrinking to that of a 10 year old, day by day I forget more and more things, I even forgot the word symptoms for god's sake. My typing starts to spike in the amount of grammatical errors and spelling errors, I don't even know what I'm doing anymore, perhaps it's just the alcohol withdrawal but I highly doubt it.(And yes, I have been sober for 5 weeks now and I'm not enjoying it, no one even applauded me for the effort of resisting to drink said alcohol) My mind rots, my body limits itself, I can't even focus anymore with a nigger talking in the background. This mind of mine no longer holds my thoughts, it holds my hate, anger and sorrow. I was born into this world, given the name of the son of the devil and why? I don't fucking know why, why they chose that name, why they decided to bring me up but I do know this, to carry on the surname "Sim" in Singapore, have I not been given such a heavy weight on my shoulders I wouldn't have thought twice about just ending my life with a homicidal bang. My imagination, as it starts to limit itself, has failed me, I have completely stopped drawing and writing after my "Death of a Tengu"(Not yet typed in) fiction, I tried writing a little phrase yet I failed miserably with only 6 sentences and they didn't even take up the whole line on a page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sweet Child of time,&lt;br /&gt;you are not a witch,&lt;br /&gt;merely a oddball in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Child of mine,&lt;br /&gt;your acts make them flinch,&lt;br /&gt;but in here, you won't make us fold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What fucking sense did that make? None. As opposed to the fact that I wanted to write a letter to the school counselor, it failed miserably as well. My mind is rotten, my body is nothing but that of a statue's, my logic, fuzzled and my sanity, lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, the only time my sanity retains itself is when I'm alone, I am able to know how to react to certain things that happen across the series of tubes. But in the real world, the level I am currently in either irritates me or just makes me want to cut open their necks and castrate them, I can see the level of intellect the Polytechnic students portray(There was an exceptional one, that's you Wingless) but it doesn't seem enough, they seem to act on their instinct alone, an "automated mode" for their minds you can say but it's just not good enough, that's why so many teenagers get hooked on drugs and such, it's because they chose to act in an automatic mindset, choosing to "go with the flow", I intend to stay alert in these situations which involves drugs unless I were to fall to such a low level, I don't fucking mind dying due to an overdose of LSD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-7040716386181867449?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7040716386181867449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=7040716386181867449' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7040716386181867449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7040716386181867449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/iis-1isolation-insanity-syndrome.html' title='IIS #1(Isolation Insanity Syndrome)'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-4675648972857570966</id><published>2008-01-24T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T15:24:14.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crysis Demonstration</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="410" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1dt2qpjILYE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1dt2qpjILYE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="335"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-4675648972857570966?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4675648972857570966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=4675648972857570966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/4675648972857570966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/4675648972857570966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/crysis-demonstration.html' title='A Crysis Demonstration'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-7190652885201069938</id><published>2008-01-19T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T14:49:50.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DesuChanners Clash</title><content type='html'>So, I decided to meet up with one of my fellow DesuChanners(The only Singaporean one besides me) at Plaza Singapura, we had a good time. First, we went to McDonalds to fill ourselves before heading up and buying the tickets for the 19:45 show, we had some pretty good seats too! Then we went to play some Time Crisis 4 at the arcade before rushing to buy some popcorn and going into the theater. Well, in short, it was awesome(the meeting), the movie was between "eh" and "sub-par" for me if you're asking about the whole thing including the ending, it's good and should be recommended for those who love to see things(living things in particular) blow up. I think Hudd is a pretty cool guy, eh documents the whole event and doesn't afraid of anything.(Sorry, had to do it.) Also, at the scene where the US military comes rushing in, I was all &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Fuck yea US marines!"&lt;/span&gt;, it's unexplainably good for the context but the end was just so anti-climactic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=bd034dfca370" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/m/bd034dfca370"&gt;boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDA3MjQ*MjY5ODQmcHQ9MTIwMDcyNTMxMTQ1MyZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /&gt;(The static at the end played in reverse at the end of credits.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-7190652885201069938?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7190652885201069938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=7190652885201069938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7190652885201069938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7190652885201069938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/desuchanners-clash.html' title='DesuChanners Clash'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-9160037611255827552</id><published>2008-01-15T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:30:14.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isolation Insanity Syndrome suppressed.</title><content type='html'>My holidays have ended, the things that still taint me is the mentality of a hermit and these uncut nails(they are cut now mind you). Everytime I converse with someone I have the temptation to rub my hands together for no apparent reason. As the new year arrives at my doorstep, I decided to start studying for once. One, I actually touched and did Chinese schoolwork after 2 years. Two, I finally started to pay attention and do Maths schoolwork. Three, I'm still sleepy as hell due to boredom but the map scales topic in Maths interests me a little. Also, I have met a fellow Singaporean that shares same experience with me and the same vision to this world, we're heretics, motherless(he cared for his though) but I'm the cowardice who flees to see another day, he decides to stay and fight for a place in politics to change this flawed country. I don't have much to type about, first post for me for '08, I was gonna make it my essay I handed up to my new form teacher but he's taking his sweet time with it so yea. I now am looking to buy a PSP for Metal Gear Solid Portable Ops+ because I really want to experience part of the famed Metal Gear franchise, also, whoever has a unwanted WORKING PS2 with MGS3 and/or MGS2, I might buy it off your hands if you offer a fair price.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-9160037611255827552?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9160037611255827552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=9160037611255827552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/9160037611255827552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/9160037611255827552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/isolation-insanity-syndrome-suppressed.html' title='Isolation Insanity Syndrome suppressed.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-4233569189747116807</id><published>2007-12-26T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T16:43:12.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holdout, hitting your local Fileshares soon enough.</title><content type='html'>Recently I have been working on editing "Highground" on Halo 3 into my own little version I call "Holdout" basically it plays with Territory but can be played with CTF and similar objective based games as well, Slayer, Juggernaut and VIP however is not recommended and should be avoided playing on this map. Infection however, should play just fine on it with minimal to no unbalanced gameplay. Moving on to screenshots of it : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/R3INKmiyv8I/AAAAAAAAADU/oCWokNnD9Tw/s1600-h/16841015-Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/R3INKmiyv8I/AAAAAAAAADU/oCWokNnD9Tw/s320/16841015-Full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148191799834230722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Some neatly placed weapons, locked and loaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/R3INzGiyv9I/AAAAAAAAADc/8MNfOXtVUdA/s1600-h/16841106-Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/R3INzGiyv9I/AAAAAAAAADc/8MNfOXtVUdA/s320/16841106-Full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148192495618932690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Armoury, full of overpowered weaponry, one of the territories the offensive side can overtake to gain quicker and easier access to these weapons and turn the tide of the battle, one laser kill at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/R3IQo2iyv-I/AAAAAAAAADk/PsuCwnB_-VQ/s1600-h/16841260-Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/R3IQo2iyv-I/AAAAAAAAADk/PsuCwnB_-VQ/s320/16841260-Full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148195618060156898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The garage, giving the defensive side a reason to open that gate and kick some ass. Also, the deepest territory of all 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/R3IRt2iyv_I/AAAAAAAAADs/S0DHFw_UKm4/s1600-h/16841420-Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/R3IRt2iyv_I/AAAAAAAAADs/S0DHFw_UKm4/s320/16841420-Full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148196803471130610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rumours speak of hidden equipment, covenant weaponry and such in the map, such as this image, taken by a guard in the facility gives us reason to believe there are stronger if not, more handy equipment around the map.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/R3ITO2iywAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pnQAIqbf8x0/s1600-h/16841510-Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/R3ITO2iywAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pnQAIqbf8x0/s320/16841510-Full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148198469918441474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The offensive side's "base", as they have been inserted directly, other than their starting weapons and grenades, equipment and ammo OSP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-4233569189747116807?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4233569189747116807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=4233569189747116807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/4233569189747116807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/4233569189747116807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/12/holdout-hitting-your-local-fileshares.html' title='Holdout, hitting your local Fileshares soon enough.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/R3INKmiyv8I/AAAAAAAAADU/oCWokNnD9Tw/s72-c/16841015-Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-6663598010419599104</id><published>2007-12-26T05:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T06:19:51.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is over, so is my love for this country.</title><content type='html'>Christmas, a holiday I would usually look up to with the lowest of expectations, such as a crappy Christmas party but this year, this year had no party, no actual gifts(food don't fucking count because food shouldn't be wrapped up as gifts anyway! If I wanted food, I would go downstairs and buy my own!) My love, my hope, my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dedication&lt;/span&gt;, my pride for this country is lost, lost to it's people, it's selfish, horrid and horrible people. Part of me wants to just move to America with some of my online friends, another part of me just wants to blow up and sink this entire island. Singaporeans are not as good as you hear, Singapore isn't as good as you hear, it's just the cover of the book, the context, the content, it is all more horrid than they say it is. A green city? My ass is cleaner than the fucking coffee shops you see by the road sides and at the void decks of flats. Polite people? I feel like I'm the one apologizing to the general public for when I bump into them, thank them when I purchase stuff from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;, the fuck? I thought I was the one giving &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THEM&lt;/span&gt; the money, not the other way around. The little reunion dinner we did at my uncle's house was small, cozy but I craved for something bigger, like a party, with people, some I know, some I don't know and just get drunk off my fucking ass. On the topic of people, I know there are still a few good souls out there, scattered across this land, to these people, I wish you guys had a better Christmas than I did. Right now, I am seriously considering just stealing my father's money to move to America, if he didn't blow &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;$3500/+&lt;/span&gt; on a fucking mac and to "kill 2 birds with one fucking golden bar" with it's 360 giveaway, and yes, they gave away 360s for a Mac, a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mac&lt;/span&gt; purchase, yes that is how fucked up this fucking country is, then again, I could care less for this shithole. You see little "get-together-s" at the void decks of flats on the news, you would normally think everyone went there for the programs, no, you are totally fucking wrong, they are just there for the free gifts, fuck, they even try to get as many free fucking bookmarks as possible. Right now, I'm just drinking all of my Choya by itself because we don't have Green Tea anymore and I have to say, I miss this taste, although I would rather drink White Wine right now. Merry-fucking-Christmas to you fuckasses out there(this is directed at nearly all Singaporeans including my family, yes you too, sis.) and have a good night(directed at the few to none good souls still out there on this garbage dump of a country).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well someone was in a Christmas mood, someone American. After explaining my little crappy Christmas to him, he bought me a little gift, SiN 1(with multiplayer) and SiN Episodes: Emergence in a Christmas pack over Steam. Thank you Aphex. Thank you a lot, you Walrus-hating sailor, you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-6663598010419599104?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6663598010419599104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=6663598010419599104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/6663598010419599104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/6663598010419599104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-is-over-so-is-my-love-for.html' title='Christmas is over, so is my love for this country.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-9075619767577083101</id><published>2007-12-23T06:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T07:30:47.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Higurashi no Naku Koro ni complete</title><content type='html'>So I finished watching both Season 1 and 2 of Higurashi and I have to say it is a very, VERY, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; good anime. I am glad to hear that they are going to make a third season even though it doesn't seem theoretically possible because of the end of season 2, however the live action movie seems promising although they could have chosen a better arc to set it in like Meakashi-hen other than the first arc, Onikakushi-hen. Explainations and such aside, manly tears were shed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-9075619767577083101?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9075619767577083101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=9075619767577083101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/9075619767577083101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/9075619767577083101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/12/higurashi-no-naku-koro-ni-complete.html' title='Higurashi no Naku Koro ni complete'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-2017400904157382196</id><published>2007-12-19T05:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T05:22:53.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hikkimori Days</title><content type='html'>As the days become numbered, I feel that, my hikkimori days are coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;As the day comes closer, I shrink into my corner and avoid the fact that, my hikkimori days are coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;As it gets darker, I wish it wasn't faster, the time that tells me, my hikkimori days are coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;As the green and red blossoms, around the town it's a sight of delight but it's a sign to tell me, my hikkimori days are coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;As they tell me to pack my bag for the day, I avoid the item as it breaks my heart with an iron fist, it shatters my comfort with only a gaze and if I were to touch it, I will realize, my hikkimori days are coming to an end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-2017400904157382196?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2017400904157382196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=2017400904157382196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/2017400904157382196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/2017400904157382196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/12/hikkimori-days.html' title='Hikkimori Days'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-3125619128328309264</id><published>2007-12-17T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T17:30:16.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rig updated.</title><content type='html'>My computer recently got upgraded, now with a GeForce 8600GT and 2 gigs of RAM. Now I'm able to watch the first portal storm and the bridge collapsing without any lag which is great but my rig probably wouldn't be able to run Cysis too well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-3125619128328309264?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3125619128328309264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=3125619128328309264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/3125619128328309264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/3125619128328309264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/12/rig-updated.html' title='Rig updated.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-1550289721873825050</id><published>2007-12-01T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T23:07:08.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.E.A.R : Perseus Mandate</title><content type='html'>I have recently acquired F.E.A.R : Perseus Mandate and by god it is awesome(even though I can't run it on High(maximum setting is Maximum)). The most awesome way it tried to scare me was when the sounds came from the ceiling, the ceiling vent cover fell, guess where the motherfucker was? Under the ground, I should have noticed the ashes going upwards(which now I realized it's a common sign the Under The Ground fucks). Also, in the third "Interval", the minigun is like the Excalibur of the 21st century, I cut through everything the "Creatures from the dark" could throw at me, also keeping track on how much ammo I spend on each enemy, around 25 for the Translucent Imps and around 30 rounds per "Underground sandman". On an earlier stage, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://desuchan.net/temp/src/1196453543749.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://desuchan.net/temp/src/1196453543749.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from this image, a mech decides to pull off a "Koolaid" cue "OH YEEAH!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://desuchan.net/temp/src/1196470172607.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://desuchan.net/temp/src/1196470172607.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also by far, the most awesome mindfuck room. Screenshot taken by Rock/ExodusC because I was panicking too much to take a screenshot on my way through.&lt;br /&gt;The few awesome perks to F.E.A.R is that your melee isn't just a standard hit from the butt of your pistol, but you get to execute a small few yet awesome melee moves, such as a roundhouse kick depicted here :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://desuchan.net/temp/src/1196470838625.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://desuchan.net/temp/src/1196470838625.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have managed to land it on a Nightstalker's(a mercenary from the Nightstalkers PMC)&lt;br /&gt;head but didn't manage to capture it. I also managed to shoot at a grenade to prevent it from exploding in my face with the Penetrator rifle, shooting 10-inch bolts of great justice capable of pinning enemies to the wall like depicted here :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://desuchan.net/temp/src/1196469978145.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://desuchan.net/temp/src/1196469978145.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Laser Carbine, is also a devastating weapon is able to cut off enemies' heads and such. Also, there &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IS SOMETHING&lt;/span&gt; to complain about in F.E.A.R, the teammate's AI is that of a rock, running into your line of fire, running into enemy fire, the only nice part of it is the animations of them, if you have shot them in the leg for one or two times, they would attempt limp away to cover, when they run backwards, they would attempt to open fire at you holding the weapon with one hand and thus making it more inaccurate which was pretty cool until your teammates, supposedly highly trained frontline recon units, do the same thing. One last awesome moment before I end this post, there is a gun(which can't be classified as a rifle) that fires lightning bolts, the Lightning Arc, I have killed people in chains with it thus far but the most awesome thing I have done with the damn gun is that when I fired at the enemy running up the stairs to where I am and the lighting landed on his ass, he just went "AH!", flinching a bit before getting shot again and dying. All in all it's a pretty game when run on full graphics with really nifty features, from bullet time to instantly deployable mini turrets that deploy like mines but act like automated Sentry Turrets. I rate it a 9 out of 10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-1550289721873825050?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1550289721873825050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=1550289721873825050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/1550289721873825050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/1550289721873825050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/12/fear-perseus-mandate.html' title='F.E.A.R : Perseus Mandate'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-1621933956950297136</id><published>2007-11-30T06:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T07:36:26.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wishlist '07</title><content type='html'>Got bored and don't have anything better to do but watch footage of the war in Iraq. So I decided to make a list of items I most probably &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt; get as presents. I have lost hope let alone faith in Christmas ever since I was born, I have lost the urge to go to a christmas party all thanks to the "elders" who take their "power" over us youngsters for granted, I swear this year is the last time I go to a christmas party if I don't get treated properly(e.g. that bitch that teaches other women to be mothers when she isn't one herself). Without further ado, my list :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A new graphics card(or a new dual core) such as a NVIDIA 8800 GS or the &lt;a href="http://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.aspx?Item=N82E16814241038"&gt;Radeon X1950PRO&lt;/a&gt;(reccomended to me by my good tech friend(Rock/ExodusC) with a budget of S$250)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.ea.com/official/battlefield/battlefield2/us/"&gt;Battlefield 2&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.battlefield.ea.com/battlefield/bf2142/"&gt;Battlefield 2142&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A plane ticket to America, South Carolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To fire a firearm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A vacation to somewhere else &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OTHER THAN MALAYSIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A plane ticket to Japan for a Touhou related event yet to be dug up from the intrawebs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to wait for Christmas to disappoint me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-1621933956950297136?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1621933956950297136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=1621933956950297136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/1621933956950297136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/1621933956950297136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-wishlist-07.html' title='Christmas Wishlist &apos;07'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-7678116021577944692</id><published>2007-11-22T05:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T05:53:30.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little poetry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/R0SokGbiUZI/AAAAAAAAADE/2vY25S05BoU/s1600-h/hourai2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/R0SokGbiUZI/AAAAAAAAADE/2vY25S05BoU/s320/hourai2.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135414813264073106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A poetry of Hourai the hanged doll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am Alice's most powerful doll, Hourai's my name.&lt;br /&gt;In doujins and fanworks, I get a good amount of fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Alice uses me, prepare to graze.&lt;br /&gt;The danmaku I make will have you in a craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In TF2, I will have you dancing.&lt;br /&gt;With a sniper I will be stalking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Half Life 2, believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;I will take you down with a pot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not doubt not my tiny size.&lt;br /&gt;As my keyboard and mouse are my prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-7678116021577944692?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7678116021577944692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=7678116021577944692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7678116021577944692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7678116021577944692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-poetry.html' title='A little poetry.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/R0SokGbiUZI/AAAAAAAAADE/2vY25S05BoU/s72-c/hourai2.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-1534591661925290482</id><published>2007-11-19T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:50:56.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day of ⑨</title><content type='html'>So, I went fishing the other day with my dad(caught a few mosquito bites here and there), it wasn't too interesting but it was okay. We spent our time wasting bait from 5pm until 7pm. We went to Suntec City which was close by to where we were fishing, so we went there to take a walk(also primarily to buy a sub(way)). We went to where the Subway generally was but failed to find it until we went into the food court, initially I spotted the huge-like-PS3 SUBWAY sign from across the food court(it was at the other end) but somehow my father did not spot it, talk about growing old. When brisk walking through the food court, I turned and I spotted the 9th food court store(will be explained later). After reaching Subway, I thought I would try a footlong, instead I thought it was a 6-inch that was the full length(thus portraying the level of stupidity of ⑨). So it came out as 2 6-inch-es, I ate one and left the other for later(which was then eaten just today). After being so freaking fustrated over the choice of layout of the shops on the third floor(where it used to be empty), we went to do some grocery shopping at Carrefour(I can care-for less in the spelling, get it? care-for? Ahahaha...). After a leg-straining walk through Carrefour, grabbing anything relevant to my tastes, ranging from croûtons and pickles to salsa and nachos. At the check out I saw a female with a shirt that had the number 9 on it, later on the way to the bus-stop something caught my eye, another number 9 this time on the entrance lobby of one of the business buildings.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/R0GUimbiUYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Rzr3l5wAsWM/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/R0GUimbiUYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Rzr3l5wAsWM/s320/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134548372331581826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, finally, I got groceries that will fulfill my cravings over the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The relevance of 9 or ⑨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cirno(Ch-ru-no) is an ice fairy. While she is described as a weak boss in the Touhou series, if we consider the power of average fairies - who appear often as as regular enemies - we can certainly say she is exceptionally strong for her kind. Her personality is childish, as you might expect from her appearance, and she is sometimes considered stupid. Cirno is known for her childishness (read: stupidity), so the term "Cirno" is often used instead of "baka"(バカ，a fool) as a pun in the Japanese Touhou community. Apparently, even ZUN himself wasn't an exception; in the manual for Phantasmagoria of Flower View, she is labeled as "9. Idiot" due to the infamous manual screenshot, Cirno has been nicknamed "Nine-ball" or simply "⑨".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-1534591661925290482?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1534591661925290482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=1534591661925290482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/1534591661925290482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/1534591661925290482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-of.html' title='The day of ⑨'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/R0GUimbiUYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Rzr3l5wAsWM/s72-c/DSC00007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-7134073240350526751</id><published>2007-11-18T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T14:11:09.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rant</title><content type='html'>I am rather &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; amused that the fact that my computer has been put together by a tech-pro wannabe who is a complete fucking moron. I can't run Half Life 2 Episode 2 not even Portal at full settings! So much for next gen gaming, I can bid that the fuck bye and fucking stay with Touhou. People have rigs with  at lowest, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AT LOWEST&lt;/span&gt;, GeForce 7600 GS. No, I'm not bitching about the inability to play Crysis, though being able to play it at medium settings is good enough for me. I just want to be able to enjoy the new games I buy, motherfucker. Also, recent dreams has been able to calm me down, from smashing someone's head open with a guitar and a table to sheer adrenaline and agitation releases. I still really want to crack someone's head open with a golf club but able to hold it at bay. My dad doesn't seem to notice I try my best to hold my wants back, I watch gameplay videos of the games I want to imagine I played it, I just can't hold back any longer. I want to release all the anger out and go berserk at times. Currently watching people play Crysis like the broke sad fuck I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-7134073240350526751?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7134073240350526751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=7134073240350526751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7134073240350526751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7134073240350526751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/11/rant.html' title='A Rant'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-3509839209435649882</id><published>2007-10-31T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:00:45.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A contemplation.</title><content type='html'>I was thinking, considering, whether I should get a job or not because I'd rather earn my own money and get my own figurines faster, this is the job in question : McDonalds(night shift). Benefits : "Easy" money, least amount of customers at the night/early morning. My father says that it's 5 dollars per hour so I would be getting around $400+ per month, more than enough to buy one figurine. Blah, deja vu, anyway, Happy Halloween.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-3509839209435649882?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3509839209435649882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=3509839209435649882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/3509839209435649882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/3509839209435649882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/contemplation.html' title='A contemplation.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-3400312634270438067</id><published>2007-10-29T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T21:20:16.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A refresher.</title><content type='html'>So, I decided to reinstall GuildWars to check out the Halloween event, everything is still the same as last year, decorations, NPC reskins. Then the urge to buy Eye Of The North struck me like a fist of an angry god, everyone is talking about it as a normal game discussion, I feel left out as everyone moves on to another campaign and there won't be another until 2 years later(GuildWars 2). Now I feel like just trashing up my house, killing everyone that gets in my way. My life is not a luxury, it's just a mere weave of comfort to tame this raging sea of fiery anger that is in me, the urge to burn, destroy, blow up, mutilate and create a massacre is very powerful, the urge to shout out loud and stab the ones I hate most repeatedly is also very powerful. My dad is nothing but this weaver of the loincloth that is my life, I want to cut open his guts and roast it over an open fire singing a camp song at a graveyard. I want to see people bleed, bleed from the pain I will do to them, the pleasuring shade of red that is blood. I want to see them burn, hear them scream and watch as they pathetically try to find water. I want to slit their throats as they scream so that it will result in a harmonizing blood gurgled scream. These urges are coming from deep within myself, I want to tear someone apart, limb from limb, head from body, hang their body parts in a gallery and admire my own handiwork. Then, it would not be my skill that fails me, but my imagination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-3400312634270438067?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3400312634270438067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=3400312634270438067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/3400312634270438067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/3400312634270438067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/refresher.html' title='A refresher.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-4010335111167740362</id><published>2007-10-28T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T12:54:51.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a fucking great way to wake up.</title><content type='html'>I wake up after I somewhat awesome dream, only to find my dad fucking around on my goddamn computer. I saw he was doing the system's cleanup program, at first I didn't give much of a shit and went to brush my teeth. When I came back, he lets me take over, I go to my Firefox only to see all of my history disappear, now I tend to forget URLs of unimportant sites that I usually browse which is why I don't bookmark them, I also like my bookmark's folder filtered of shit at the beginning so I avoid bookmarking them in the first place. This, of course, angered me, after what happened yesterday I didn't need more shit, so I canceled the motherfucking cleanup and begun looking for the sites again, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH OF A MOTHERFUCKING PAIN THIS IS?!&lt;/span&gt; And to add on to that, my dad has to come in and fucking be a little jack in the ass and say "HUR HUR DOEN'T TELL ME WHEN UR COMPTER DIES LOLO", I can &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;VERY FUCKING WELL&lt;/span&gt; manage my own shit, thank you very fucking much. Also, Happy Halloween, hope you all get possessed and commit suicide without knowing, cutting yourself open with a kitchen knife slowly so you won't die, taking out your organs slowly so as you won't die before stabbing a knife directly in your lungs so you will die a slow and painful death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-4010335111167740362?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4010335111167740362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=4010335111167740362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/4010335111167740362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/4010335111167740362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-fucking-great-way-to-wake-up.html' title='What a fucking great way to wake up.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-8762906551199186631</id><published>2007-10-27T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T21:35:34.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinatown trip.</title><content type='html'>My holidays just started and I decided to kick it off with a trip to Chinatown with my dad. Before this happened, I conversed with one of a small number of Singaporeans on my MSN, who was a figurine collector, first I asked him where to find Touhou figurines, him not knowing what Touhou is, I linked him to an example and he said I should give China Square a shot so I did(Main reason why I went to Chinatown). Me and my dad walked around China Square looking through the figurine shops, there WERE some that slightly tickled my fancy such a Ilya from Fate/Stay Night(German dressed loli for the win), Ghost In The Shell figurines(Not really my taste because most of them are slutty looking ones), Stinku(Shinku), who was made by the same company who made 'Gin and also a 5-pack of Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni "trading" figurines(Wtf?) included Rena(Choppy choppy went Rena's Bill Hook!), Shion, Mion, Rika and Satoko, all chibi-sized but unluckily, Rena didn't come with a mini Bill Hook(thus I BAWWW'd in my heart), mostly the female characters as not many people want male figurines, when I first saw this I thought it came in 1 box(about the size of one of two speakers meant for computer use such as mine) but when I directed my father to it, he took out a 5-pack, I immediately went "What the fuck?!" in my head and didn't buy it... If anyone knows where to get a Rena figurine that includes a Bill Hook(Non-slutty, for god's sake), please contact me. So without anything we went on in our QUEST FOR THE MASTER BLADE!(Not) And on our way down the street full of cart-shops, I saw Gin! Yes, Gin! So I directed my father's attention over there and after a few minutes of haggling the price from $79.90 to $70, we got it. Then later on, we saw another shop and asked for the price to make sure we weren't ripped off, the good part is that it sold it at $80+ dollars, the bad part well, I'll tell you that later. We proceeded to the nearest McDonalds(My stomach wasn't craving for it but it had to do) when we failed to find ANY food-dispensing stores that dispense steak(Somehow typing this down reminds me of Yuyuko, a hungry ghost.) after all the finishing my supposed dinner, we went home. Upon reaching home(with me first, 'cause my father didn't have his dinner yet, so he stayed back in the hawker centre on our way home. And also,(here's the bad part) I opened the box(which already looked suspicious from the printing) to find that my Gin-sama is nothing but a fake(In before Barasuishou), this of course tore my heart a bit but at least I have saved my father some money by buying a fake one, I guess. Putting her together was the hard part, her being a fake, after I was done I mounted her on my monitor, she looks less fake that way. Well, what was supposed to be a uplifting day has turned to a rather shitty one after discovering my precious Gin-sama to be a fake. Makes me want to stab the shopkeep's neck's veins with my scissors so he'll bleed so hard it's like Suntec City's fountain of fortune, though, people like him(with one bad eye, ugly-looking fuck), deserve a longer, more painful death, I propose a stab to the chest so he drowns in his own blood, aaah, the sweet sounds of drowning in one's own blood as it fills one's lungs like a back-stabbing parent. Something you have relied on so far decides to turn itself around and kill you in a slow painful way. I need more motherfucking Umeshu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-8762906551199186631?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8762906551199186631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=8762906551199186631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/8762906551199186631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/8762906551199186631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/chinatown-trip.html' title='Chinatown trip.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-3186404158993257750</id><published>2007-10-26T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T00:52:40.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Life 2 Episode 2 completed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/RyDJpZcAOEI/AAAAAAAAACo/1t4eK--1rUY/s1600-h/Episode_2_logo_from_Steam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/RyDJpZcAOEI/AAAAAAAAACo/1t4eK--1rUY/s320/Episode_2_logo_from_Steam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125318088987785282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with Episode 2 now, somewhat saddening end to it and another kickass time with Alyx. 'Nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-3186404158993257750?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3186404158993257750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=3186404158993257750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/3186404158993257750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/3186404158993257750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/half-life-2-episode-2-completed.html' title='Half Life 2 Episode 2 completed.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/RyDJpZcAOEI/AAAAAAAAACo/1t4eK--1rUY/s72-c/Episode_2_logo_from_Steam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-7735804885935565991</id><published>2007-10-25T06:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T06:32:24.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portal, completed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/Rx_HBZcAODI/AAAAAAAAACc/-FhY2pmdGUE/s1600-h/portal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/Rx_HBZcAODI/AAAAAAAAACc/-FhY2pmdGUE/s320/portal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125033727793051698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an ode to the most fun, physics wise, gameplay wise and storyline wise(also boss fight wise!). Now to get all of those Achievements and do those hard-maps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lyrics to Still Alive (Portal Credits)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a triumph&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a note here&lt;br /&gt;HUGE SUCCESS&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to overstate my satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;Aperture Science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we do what we must because we can&lt;br /&gt;for the good of all of us except for the ones who are dead&lt;br /&gt;but there's no sense crying over every mistake&lt;br /&gt;you just keep on trying until you run out of cake&lt;br /&gt;and the science gets done and you make a neat gun&lt;br /&gt;for the people who are still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even angry&lt;br /&gt;I'm being so sincere right now&lt;br /&gt;even though you broke my heart and killed me&lt;br /&gt;and torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;and threw every piece into a fire&lt;br /&gt;as they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!&lt;br /&gt;Now these points of data make a wonderful line&lt;br /&gt;and we're out of beta, we're releasing on time&lt;br /&gt;so I'm glad I got burned&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the things we learned for the people that are still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go ahead and leave me&lt;br /&gt;I think I prefer to stay inside&lt;br /&gt;maybe you'll find someone else to help you&lt;br /&gt;maybe black mesa&lt;br /&gt;that was a joke, haha, fat chance&lt;br /&gt;anyway this cake is great, it's so delicious and moist&lt;br /&gt;look at me still talking, when there's science to do&lt;br /&gt;when I look out there it makes me glad I'm not you&lt;br /&gt;I've experiments to run, there is research to be done&lt;br /&gt;on the people who are still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and believe me I am still alive&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing science and I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;While you are dying I'll be still alive&lt;br /&gt;and when you're dead I'll be still alive&lt;br /&gt;STILL ALIVE, still alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Still to complete :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Half Life 2 : Episode 2&lt;br /&gt;-Half Life 2 : Episode 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-7735804885935565991?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7735804885935565991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=7735804885935565991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7735804885935565991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7735804885935565991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/portal-completed.html' title='Portal, completed.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/Rx_HBZcAODI/AAAAAAAAACc/-FhY2pmdGUE/s72-c/portal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-272344403700440969</id><published>2007-10-24T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:30:15.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tech restock.</title><content type='html'>Went to Sim Lim and got :&lt;br /&gt;-A new headset(about time)&lt;br /&gt;-A new mouse(Yay)&lt;br /&gt;-Orange Box(Even yay)&lt;br /&gt;Failed to get : &lt;br /&gt;-2 Touhou figurines, no figurine shops in Sim Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much happened today, so yea, short and informative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-272344403700440969?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/272344403700440969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=272344403700440969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/272344403700440969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/272344403700440969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/tech-restock.html' title='A tech restock.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-8754606659163473868</id><published>2007-10-21T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T01:36:56.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lost feeling</title><content type='html'>Can anyone out there describe this feeling of having your heart feel like it's shattered, yet together, feels like it's hung, bound by chains... Somewhat impossible to describe with our limited vocabulary. Also, I passed 4 subjects for my end-of-year exams and I somehow don't feel any happier over it until someone tells me what is this I'm feeling, is it love? Lust? Sadness? I do not know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-8754606659163473868?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8754606659163473868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=8754606659163473868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/8754606659163473868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/8754606659163473868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/lost-feeling.html' title='A lost feeling'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-89307329064722001</id><published>2007-10-17T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T00:34:16.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another cold season</title><content type='html'>And so begins another season of cold rain and strong winds, these times remind me of the times 10 years ago that was, as expected, just as cold, raining everyday, a really depressing season really. Me and my classmates went on a school trip today down to AMK Hub for this movie named Azur and Asmar, at first glance of a wiki page, I was expecting a real live movie, instead it was an animation. It had a rather nice story too despite the cartoonish feel to it. Somehow today(Well yesterday by the time this post publishes) was the "deja vu" day, every moment was what I had fore-dreamed of, the moment me and my friend was improvising in the elevator, when we were lining up for our Subs, etc. but the ride home was kind of fun as it has been aaaaages since I took one of the N/S or W/E MRT lines. I also had the temptation to go to Junction 8 when we reached the MRT station it was at, the same with Orchard, I think it was because it also has been some time since I went to those places. Ah well, 2 more weeks until the year-end holidays, I'm currently crossing my fingers hoping I would pass and go to Secondary 2 but life always gives crap in return, so, we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-89307329064722001?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/89307329064722001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=89307329064722001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/89307329064722001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/89307329064722001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-cold-season.html' title='Another cold season'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-5363439703436868619</id><published>2007-10-10T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T11:53:02.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Saga, Return Of Vonturn</title><content type='html'>Final exam day, we had Mathematics 2, which in short, I tried my best and answered all the questions I know how to do. Well, I'll be heading out soon so I'll go get ready, gotta get some "stress relievers"(Pro-spoiler : It's choya) and celebrate a bit. Oh and before I forget, my teacher said I am one of the highest for English paper 1, 53 out of 60 along with one of my classmates who got the same score, talk about coincidence :P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-5363439703436868619?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5363439703436868619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=5363439703436868619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/5363439703436868619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/5363439703436868619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/exam-saga-return-of-vonturn.html' title='Exam Saga, Return Of Vonturn'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-7826243304127341333</id><published>2007-10-09T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:01:28.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Saga, The Pencil Lead Strikes Back! And a animu rant.</title><content type='html'>Exam saga day 4, we had the D&amp;T and Mother Tongue listening papers today. D&amp;T was relatively easy but the first figure drawing "question" had me fucked over in the head, the top, front and end get jumbled up to god knows what and my brain goes down the damn drain. Other than that it was easy(ish), now, Mother Tongue listening is where I get majority of my MT points, as it requires listening, not reading/writing, which is my only mother tongue related form of communication, they had rather boring passages though, I fell asleep while facepalming in thought. So, yea, not much of a special day I guess. And as you've noticed, the exam entries are all referencing to the Star Wars saga(please don't sue me George Lucas, :P). Now, with a little rant on "gun-tarded" animes, I really don't get what the hell is in the maker's mind when they made their respective series but when I see : no trigger-finger discipline, "DUAL-WIELDING WILL KICK YOUR ASSLOL", pistols that can fire as accurate as a freaking sniper rifle, the wrong use of the supposed firearms that fire .50 BMG rounds and "BUMP-FIRING RAWKS WOOLOLOLOLO" I swear I'm gonna kill these makers when I see them, look at Code Geass, it includes dumbshit women(no sexism intended) who think : "HAY I'MA FIER A GUN WIF A DRESS AWN LOLOLOL, IM HAWT!"(Well, the maker's mind more or less). Look at Ghost In The Shell, it's the best gunslinging anime with proper trigger-finger discipline, proper animations of firing a .203 'nade and they actually properly displayed the power of the recoil of a firearm that fires .50 BMG rounds! The main character, Motoko, whom is a cyborg(which means she posses significant strength, etc.), gets her arm overheated from firing a .50 BMG rifle with one hand!(Her hand got "WA-CHOP"ed off by an armoured suit) THAT is the awesomeness of a anime that properly portrays firearms and related explosives(Claymores, etc.). Also, Ghost In The Shell is in the FUTURE, nope, no "PEWPEW I HAS LAZER GUN" nor "SPAECSHEEP LAWL" because it's the way a proper anime is supposed to be! For god's sakes if us, humans are able to make spaceships, I'll be fucking amazed. But not with mechas as there ARE some already going underway. Also! Gundam mechas can go eat a load of turd, that shit is unbelievably dramatic, they have gotten the focus off the kickass yet fucking impossible mecha designs, also they managed to screw up the mecha genre with their over-rated "ZOMG S33D MOAED BIZNATCH!" shit, I mean Full Metal Panic(NO NOT F.M.A, you Eric fans, Eric fucking dies in the end) gives a good amount of realism but yet still able for it to be fiction, as far as the Lambda driver goes, I'm sure in over nine thousand centuries later then we'll invent that sort of stuff. No, but not the Seed from Gundam, I mean freaking wings out of a mecha that is smaller than the wingspan is bullshit. So, yea, I think I'm finished venting my hate for overly fiction yet wannabe non-fiction animes and I'll end my post at that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-7826243304127341333?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7826243304127341333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=7826243304127341333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7826243304127341333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7826243304127341333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/exam-saga-pencil-lead-strikes-back-and.html' title='Exam Saga, The Pencil Lead Strikes Back! And a animu rant.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-1576503150201978370</id><published>2007-10-08T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T18:10:46.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Saga, A New Paper.</title><content type='html'>Exams day 4, long, long time ago, in a school not far too far away from my house, we had Mother Tongue 2 and Literature papers, not much to talk about. I picked answers on the MT paper 2 with little thought and left the comprehension alone. As for Literature, boy was it a rush, we had to write a total of 9 paragraphs of 7 lines each in 1:30 hours. Luckily, I finished it at about 12:56, 4 minutes off the paper ending. Just hope that I get some decent scores on Literature. Best of luck to me, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-1576503150201978370?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1576503150201978370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=1576503150201978370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/1576503150201978370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/1576503150201978370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/exam-saga-new-paper.html' title='Exam Saga, A New Paper.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-9212487584035703107</id><published>2007-10-06T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T09:38:50.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdest dream ever? NOPE! Most awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Copy and pasted from my post on the haruhi board on wakachan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear /haruhi/, I just had a dream with the SOS brigade in it. It starts off with me waking up from lunch and then rushing off to the clubroom for the SOS brigade, weirdly enough they had a floor just for clubrooms and numbers were indicated outside to show the number of members currently in the club. SOS's had 07/30(seven people over a 30 people cap), so I went in and greeted everyone that was inside, weirdly Nagato and Miyuki weren't there, only Haruhi, Kyon and Itsuki. Also, the 7th person seems to be a good friend of mine, apparently he's good at fishing and something, wears spectacles. We then played board games for like 3 hours before I fell asleep(somehow), then woke up in the middle of the night in the clubroom. Went home and slept. The next day, I went to the clubroom and it somehow expanded to the size of a classroom and had 28/30 on the door, apparently someone has been up to something. When I went in, Haruhi shouted : "PENALTY!" and I was forced to wait outside in a push-up position. While I got a peek at the new members, it included Emiri and Tsuruya, I think. That's when a fight broke out inside, apparently knife girl is back(Asakura) somehow. I was forced to fight her and everything seem to turn into black, it was like only me and her were in this black room. Then when she struck, I jumped to the side, somehow conjured something on my right hand and grabbed hold of her knife before grabbing a hold of her shoulder with my right hand. She then somehow whited out, with the blanking out of pupils. The next day,(And somehow this school can afford escalators) I was at the side of the escalator, and people kept shouting "TASKETE EIRIN!" at me(Sorry for the Touhou interference, but I'm trying to keep this as truthful as possible) and then I released I wore my school long pants backwards SOMEHOW. After an agonizing 30 minutes or two I got it around(the pants), I jumped onto the escalator from the side and were approached by some arsehats(street gangster wannabes) who pushed me around but I resisted. On the way up, I met my "good friend" we then chatted on the brigade. After a while, I then rushed to the clubroom and released the club number dropped like a rock, now it's back to 07/30, when I went inside, no one was in the clubroom, which was still the classroom sized one. So I sat outside, then all of a sudden Emiri pops out of nowhere saying that she doesn't appreciate what I did to Asakura, I was on verge of going Taniguchi(OUWAH!) 'cause she seemingly just teleported in front of me or something somehow! Then I stood up, saying that knife girl didn't look like she wanted to pop by the clubroom and have a cup of tea with that knife of hers so I tried explaining everything else to her but she wouldn't listen and then challenged me to a fight, everything turned black again like that black room from the fight with Asakura. It was a hand to hand combat fight, I felt my pride ache as I needed to punch a girl-looking-interface, I would have been fine with a Itsuki looking one. She somehow detected this and turned us into beetles(BEEEETLE FIIIIGHT!) and then we fought as beetles. After a few minutes of painstakingly stupid stabbing of horns, I went ahead and piledrive'd her, then the black room turned into some sort of city landscape then her beetle's horns opened up and flooded(a little) the city, causing me to turn back into a human. Then everything went black(no no more black rooms, this time it's unconsciousness), when I woke up, I saw Kyon smacking my face telling me to wake up, I found myself in some sort of cavern lying on what seemed to be a "Securis" door from a video game I recently played, I stood up and there was another guy in the cavern, he's slightly plump and stuff, then we attempted to make our way out of the cavern(without MrPlump) before he started sending some sorta predator frogs on us, on the way up the winding tunnels, we met up with Haruhi who was complaining about stomach-aches which drew the frogs closer and to add to that, it stank in the tunnels so bad, even my school's toilets would smell like a bed of roses. When we got outside, we were hoping to be somewhere close to the city, in true fact, it was raining and there wasn't a single city nearby and there was a flood, only some floats most probably put there by MrPlump looked civilized. We soon saw MrPlump drive off in some hovercraft, I took the effort to jump onto it, jumping from rock to rock then onto it. Then I gave a thumbs up to Haruhi, I then jumped onto one of the floats(which was like a road floating) then his hovercraft exploded somehow(In before God Knows). Then I blacked out from exhaustion, I woke up on sand somehow, it seemed like the rain cleared up so did the flood. The rest of the dream was rather hectic, me, Haruhi and Kyon trying to survive on the island, we soon built a small "village" with other people being dragged in here coming by and living with us and frequent killer frogs popping up, but we take care of them pretty easily, sometimes even taming them. The dream ended at there somehow, too bad for me :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godamn that was an awesome dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-9212487584035703107?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9212487584035703107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=9212487584035703107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/9212487584035703107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/9212487584035703107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/weirdest-dream-ever-nope-most-awesome.html' title='Weirdest dream ever? NOPE! Most awesome!'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-4043519228298676962</id><published>2007-10-05T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:27:03.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Saga, Attack Of The Pencil cases and Revenge Of The Teacher.</title><content type='html'>I didn't update on Day 2 of the exams because it was a huge shit storm and simply because I didn't feel like updating. Day 2 included the Mathematics(which I blow major ass at) and also History, which was rather easy I might add because some of the answers to some of the questions are spread about the paper, as for Mathematics, the last question was superbly easy which included a chart and simple questions. For Day 3, which is today, I had English 2 and Science papers, English 2 proved to be a hardass as for Passage 1 "Swim for your life!" was one jumbled up piece of crap of a passage, I mean, it didn't state that the character took the lifebelt from another person and all of the sudden BAM the motherfucker has a lifebelt all of a sudden and swims the fuck to the island, and how on earth did they get mattresses in the middle of the fucking sea? It is illogical as, planes, don't carry mattresses, boats don't carry mattresses either, unless they were on a cruise which is understandable as they have beds there &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BUT FOR GOD'S SAKE! THEY PUT LIFEBOATS ON THE FUCKING CRUISE FOR A REASON, TO SAVE YOUR BLOODY DROWNING ASSES!&lt;/span&gt; Somehow they used mattresses as floats, wtf indeed. Whoever wrote/typed that passage needs to relearn his EEINGLISH COMPOSITION SKEEILZ LAWL and for passage 2, it was about girls... Talk about sexism, HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT THE HECK GIRLS THINK AROUND THIS AGE?! MY PRIMARY THOUGHT SECTION OF MY BRAIN IS STILL DEVELOPING, MIND YOU! So, summarized, it was a confusing piece of passage-ry. As for the Science paper, being the little mad scientist I am(not really), it was rather easy except for the periodic table shortforms for elements/compounds/whatever the fuck, the only one I really know is Mercury = Hg, I admit some of the questions were rather confusing at first but re-reading them helps out by a teeny tiny bit. Rapid Evaporation, distillation, filtration, the works. I really wished for a Science practical exam instead because I get to play around a bit(although I would prefer playing around with some aluminum power, rust and a maglite strip, keke) with the stuff they let us use. Now, would you kindly tag me?(Bad BioShock reference) OH! And speaking of BioShock, I got it like 5 days ago and finished it on the 3rd day I got it, all sisters saved, now I plan to get the other 2 endings which I am too lazy to get right now or any sooner, my weapon of choice in BioShock? The crossbow. Trap bolts FTW! Now I'm starving and god knows when dinner is gonna come up as and when, hopefully not more traditional shit, ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-4043519228298676962?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4043519228298676962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=4043519228298676962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/4043519228298676962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/4043519228298676962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/exam-saga-attack-of-pencil-cases-and.html' title='Exam Saga, Attack Of The Pencil cases and Revenge Of The Teacher.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-7801521919196006093</id><published>2007-10-03T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:05:58.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A revisit</title><content type='html'>I've been out all day walking about Tampines and some parts of Pasir Ris. First, I went over to Ryan's house for a little "study session", on the way to his house, I met up with Clement at Tampines to go together to Ryan's house then I thought of grabbing a sub on the way, so I went to withdraw some money from the bank and bought a 6-inch chicken and another 6-inch tuna(for Ryan). I ate as we walked back to the interchange and sat on the bus 29 as it arrived. We soon arrived at the back gate of his condominium and was forced to wait for his slowass to get the door open with his keycard, as if by superb timing, I finished my sub as he arrived. Long story short, I fell asleep on his couch while they were studying. Then when me and Clement were heading home, I didn't feel like going back to my house, so when I reached the interchange, I got on bug 293 and made my way to Yu Jing's house where I was unexpectedly invited for dinner. Being a little hesitant at first, I gave in to his mother's constant poking at me with her talk, then I sat in a room with Yu Jing finishing some colour scheme stuff and talked with him for a good 2 hours-ish before leaving to walk around Tampines for a bit. In that "a bit" of walking, I saw little visions of what I've seen around a certain part, like phantoms playing with each other on the side of the path. I then revisited the old block I used to live in, judging from what I can see from the outside, the people currently living in the flat I used to live in seems to have taken the luxury to renovate it to the max, I saw white walls and yellow lighting, just what my dream house consists of. Suprisingly my neighbors recognize me, well one of them that is, the little kid living at the 12th floor, then I proceeded to take a look at my nanny's house before leaving Tampines. So for nearly the whole day, I was out, walking my heart away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-7801521919196006093?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7801521919196006093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=7801521919196006093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7801521919196006093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7801521919196006093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/revisit.html' title='A revisit'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-2380562173061287345</id><published>2007-09-28T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:45:42.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Exam Saga</title><content type='html'>Ohshi- exams are here! Tactical maneuvers! Run in circles! Day one, motherfucker. English and Mother Tongue compositions. Now, about the English composition, I WROTE OVER THE WORD LIMIT which is 200 to 300 and I wrote 463 words and on the Letter Writing section, I wrote 199 words, 1 short of the maximum number of words allowed. While on Mother Tongue, which I dislike and try to erase from my mind, I just wrote the address provided in the question paper and I was done, having some leftover paper, I took one and drew behind it. Here's the result :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/Rv0FAQZ2VbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hIvkdoe1yWE/s1600-h/scan0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/Rv0FAQZ2VbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hIvkdoe1yWE/s320/scan0014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115250253724276146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I think I pretty much fucked over the first section for English composition. Cheer me on and wish me good luck! Fight-o, des-ka?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-2380562173061287345?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2380562173061287345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=2380562173061287345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/2380562173061287345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/2380562173061287345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/09/exam-saga.html' title='The Exam Saga'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/Rv0FAQZ2VbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hIvkdoe1yWE/s72-c/scan0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-5584041206578591390</id><published>2007-09-27T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T00:28:16.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause and effect.</title><content type='html'>The simplicity and yet, also the complicated thought structure of the minds of pre-teens. Now, the event that made me say this is rather weird, "Flirty" he calls me, the little jackshit in the class, I beckoned and kicked him right in the ass and after that I felt super awesome, a rather weird occurrence. Now, something is also getting on my nerves about him, it's that it's "flirtatious" not "flirty" and also, I'm not "flirty", it's called being friendly. Being "flirty" is invading one's personal space without one's permission to do so, now, I don't do anything to invade anyone's personal space, it's just mere perverse jokes from time to time. After kicking him in the ass, he still persisted but I just ignored him, letting him throw his little tantrums. It was rather a weight off me because I've been feeling rather weird lately and kicking him in the ass was a real stress reliever. Also, I've begun watching "Higurashi no Naku Koro ni", a murder "mystery" anime series based on the game/visual novel, really awesome bloody scenes, I mean, what anime do you get to see blood splattering about with townsfolk trying to kill each other?(With the exception of School Days, of course) Rena has got to be my favourite murderer yet, but I have yet to see all of the episodes, so I'll just settle for Rena before anymore better murderers turn up but I doubt that. Have some Rena :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/RvvRxMFujPI/AAAAAAAAABw/NyEkG_0_CqU/s1600-h/image.out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/RvvRxMFujPI/AAAAAAAAABw/NyEkG_0_CqU/s320/image.out.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114912444798373106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-5584041206578591390?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5584041206578591390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=5584041206578591390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/5584041206578591390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/5584041206578591390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/09/cause-and-effect.html' title='Cause and effect.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/RvvRxMFujPI/AAAAAAAAABw/NyEkG_0_CqU/s72-c/image.out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-3718666012458242263</id><published>2007-09-26T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:20:37.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"That 5k wishlist"</title><content type='html'>Assuming everything will go well, I'm preparing a wishlist of what I want when he gets the money, presuming the budget for me is S$1k at most. Here are items as follows and sorted by priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;First and of utmost importance! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.dailytech.com/nimage/5324_halo3xbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.dailytech.com/nimage/5324_halo3xbox.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"HALO 3 MOTHERFUCKER, DO YOU PLAY IT?!"&lt;/span&gt; I need to get this &lt;a href="http://www.xbox.com/en-US/hardware/x/xbox360halo3console/default.htm"&gt;Halo 3 Limited Edition XBox 360&lt;/a&gt;, from the looks it IS better than the normal Xbox version where it's only given a translucent green case and a fucking "H2 MOTHERFUCKER, HELL YEA" sticker. It's specs are a H3 limited ed 20GB hard-drive, controller, headset, Gamer Pics and Theme and a Xbox LIVE Silver Membership. pretty worth it considering the &lt;a href="http://www.xbox.com/en-US/hardware/x/xbox360elitesystem/default.htm"&gt;"E-1337 GAY-M3R"&lt;/a&gt; version of the 360 has 120gigs and cost S$449, this baby costs S$399. Halo 3 not included though, so adding up it's damn worth it. Here's the math : S$399 + Halo 3(Official retail price is : S$79.90) = S$478, and the elite gamer version only comes with "a racing game" as stated by one of my former primary school classmates who's father &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;VOLUNTARILY&lt;/span&gt; bought a Xbox 360! Which of course, is the "Z0MG E-1337 G4Y-M0R" version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.desuchan.net/do/src/1189331785511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.desuchan.net/do/src/1189331785511.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yea, she's fucking beautiful like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIN-SAMA OF COURSE! I won't elaborate on this matter, just check earlier posts if you wanna know about it(First post, I believe). Which costs around S$128&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, a new monitor, maybe one of those fukken new TV screens that can act as a TV and also as a PC monitor, so I can play my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;possible&lt;/span&gt; Xbox 360 on a HDTV and not on my old TV which is a undead piece of shit(Shit's fucked up so bad that it can't watch regular TV and can only play my Xbox)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BETTER SNACKS AROUND THIS DAMN HOUSE&lt;/span&gt; no chinese shit, I hate chinese snacks. I'm talking about fukken Pocky, choco cereal bars(What the fuck were those called again.) and of course, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SOME MORE FUCKING CHOYA, BIIIAAAATCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, some Xbox 360 games I want(I plucked out some of the ones that looks a little distasteful and am only going to list what I really want(Aside from H3 which is already listed))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gears Of War&lt;/span&gt;(It's guro for everyone!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gamerhelp.com/images/content_images/114700-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.gamerhelp.com/images/content_images/114700-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this game is out for quite a while now, but it still fucking kicks ass. I mean, what game can you find : a innovative array of weapons, a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STANDARD ISSUE&lt;/span&gt; assault rifle with a chainsaw instead of a fucking bayonet?! And of course, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GODAMN MOTHERFUCKING LOCUST ON THE MOTHER FUCKING EARTH!&lt;/span&gt;(Bad Snakes On A Plane joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bioshock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tomsgames.com/us/picturegalleries/20070430/bioshock_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.tomsgames.com/us/picturegalleries/20070430/bioshock_06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"im in ur underwatercity, grabbin ur lolis"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This FUCKING AWESOME game that kicked ass on the PC scene has reached it's portage to the 360. Underwater cities, genetic modification allowing you to incinerate, (bio)shock and manipulate physics, "Big Daddies" grabbin' ur lolis with Adam and of course, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HACKING&lt;/span&gt; of security bots so they can fight beside you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ghost Recon : Advanced Warfighter 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.photoshopdigest.com/images/game-site-header/wallpaper_tom_clancys_ghost_recon_advanced_warfighter_2_02_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.photoshopdigest.com/images/game-site-header/wallpaper_tom_clancys_ghost_recon_advanced_warfighter_2_02_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sup' bitch, I'm hi-tech, yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this game has been released &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FUCKING AGES&lt;/span&gt; ago, but it is still awesome either way, I played the normal Xbox version which was pretty good itself already, but god-motherfucking-damn, this "Third-person shooter" has got to be the most kickass tactical shooter since motherfuckin' god knows what. Having M1 Abrams-es, "Littlebird" helis, Apaches, "M.U.L.E"s, U.A.Vs AKA "Eye in the sky" and your own handpicked assortment of teammates under your fucking command has got to be the best thing ever. To add to that, an AS-50 is part of the medium sized cache of weapons you get to choose, .50 cal for the win baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...So yea, if everything goes well, I'll burst the fuck out loud with a "SEAKING, FUCK YEA." on the spot(Well, not really).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-3718666012458242263?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3718666012458242263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=3718666012458242263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/3718666012458242263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/3718666012458242263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/09/that-5k-wishlist.html' title='&quot;That 5k wishlist&quot;'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-7474538159900085352</id><published>2007-09-24T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T20:18:18.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooncake Festival summary</title><content type='html'>Got to the primary spot for the reunion/celebration at around 7.30pm/8pm. No mooncakes to be had so I walked around Tampines a bit, I went down to the Town Community building to get myself something DECENT to eat and drink then I grabbed a Crunchie bar and a Ice Coffee Big M. Proceeded to walk around a bit more and soon settled down on a bench est. 7 meters away from the commotion and finished up the things I bought, I don't know why but I felt a heart ache, nothing emotional but like actual hurt, as though something pierced it. Anyway, after another thirty or so minutes of walking, I went home. What a waste of time, the security around there was bullshit, I would've bombed the place if I had the materials. All I saw was one unit(consisting of 2 SCDF policemen), unless you tell me they have placed some shit scout on a building. Since so many people like to play with fire during the Mooncake Festival, here's something delightful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/Rveqh8FujOI/AAAAAAAAABk/-pRIeB5wJ1Y/s1600-h/1190614698171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/Rveqh8FujOI/AAAAAAAAABk/-pRIeB5wJ1Y/s320/1190614698171.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113743401945042146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, yes, eyeballs on fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-7474538159900085352?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7474538159900085352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=7474538159900085352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7474538159900085352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7474538159900085352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/09/mooncake-festival-summary.html' title='Mooncake Festival summary'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/Rveqh8FujOI/AAAAAAAAABk/-pRIeB5wJ1Y/s72-c/1190614698171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-1126937103654687754</id><published>2007-09-19T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:50:24.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling sick</title><content type='html'>Recently I've been pretty braindead, with side effects of stomach pains. I swear, it must be the overdose of Choya, my dad poured THE WHOLE bottle for me the day after we bought it. So, I won't been updating nor writing as much until it gets better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-1126937103654687754?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1126937103654687754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=1126937103654687754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/1126937103654687754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/1126937103654687754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/09/feeling-sick.html' title='Feeling sick'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-2360236449501563184</id><published>2007-09-16T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T04:54:27.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forcing a writer's block</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to get past this natural writer's block I got from my fever to type this down. I went out with dad today. First, to my sister's but only to sit around and get my dosage of Choya. Then we went to PS(Plaza Singapura) for some Subway, I got a footlong(Or something) Italian bread, over cooked chicken breast mix with some standard veges, after munching on it for like 1 hour, walking around PS, looking up and down, left and right just basically window-shopping, went up the cinema to see if there was any movie worth watching, sadly nothing turned up to be good, then I finished the Sub. Then dad got a call for my sister saying that she was coming down to meet us. We then went over to 7-11 to buy some munchies as I was semi-hungry, I got a bottle of Choco-something named Big M and a Crunchie bar which was INDEED crunched up and looked like a pile of jack. After finishing nearly half of the bar, my sister came to us, bearing blood on her hands... No she didn't kill anyone (lol), she just got her tattoo done on the top side of her hand, a Eye of Horus and the other two of her tattoos redone as the ink was fading or something. After finishing my crunchie bar and Big M, we proceeded down to Watsons for my sister to do some of her shopping, she bought some foot-things which are meant to comfort your feet or something while they're in your footwear, dad went over to the Sony Ericsson shop so we went over there to meet up with him. Then we walked around the basement for a few more minutes before continuing on to Carrefour for my sister's new house phone because her current one was pretty roughed up, I don't know the details as I was standing at the XBox 360 demo area just staring at the screen and thinking exactly what the hell these 12/13 year olds were trying to do, which included the following : Going into CQB with a sniper rifle, not turning around when you OBVIOUSLY know the OpFor is behind you(he had his weapon loaded and health full for your information), AVOIDING picking up thermal energy(Lost Planet : Extreme Condition), jumping across the same damn pipe over and over again(Call Of Duty 3), running into fire like some Leeroy Jenkins reincarnate. After like... A hour or so, dad came by and then my sister said that they sold the delicious chocolate cereal bars here, so we went to pick those up and before we went out, I asked : "Don't they sell Choya here?". Muaha! I caught them, they DID sell choya there, they didn't inform me. We went to pick up a 120ml bottle of Choya and a small bottle of green tea to mix it with, it looked like a miniature of both so I laughed a bit in my heart, then we paid for all of our stuff and took the train home, boarding off at our respective stations. So... Yea, it felt great taking a walk outside while having a fever, no sarcasm is intended. Oh yea, my dad mentioned that he'll be getting a S$5000 installment(or someshit) payment thingy due to his company canceling some insurance contract with some company, a silver lining in those gloomy, grey clouds I say! But let us not count our chicks before they hatch. So... Yep, that's been Saturday. Lol late post is late, just decided to type this in while I was in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I was thinking of putting up a Internet stress test flash up someday, expect it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-2360236449501563184?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2360236449501563184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=2360236449501563184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/2360236449501563184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/2360236449501563184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/09/forcing-writers-block.html' title='Forcing a writer&apos;s block'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-571083214394557116</id><published>2007-09-13T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:49:13.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A distant mind a day...</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling more distant from my home recently, thus the lack of updates but one good thing is that I got my Choya administration on Weds. I'm kind of in a fever-ish feeling right now, so I'll keep this post short and catch some sleep. My father admitted he &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DIDN'T HAVE THE MONEY&lt;/span&gt; to buy Gin-sama, which he could have told me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EARLIER&lt;/span&gt; so I wouldn't have to need to go into his little wagon circle of confusion. Also, yesterday we felt tremors, apparently  there was a earthquake in Indonesia, it was fun. Anywho, I'm expecting high death counts from that earthquake, only 10 confirmed, blaaah. I'm gonna go catch some sleep now, entertainment in flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qoute, myself : &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"A drunk Damien a day, keeps the teacher away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-571083214394557116?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/571083214394557116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=571083214394557116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/571083214394557116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/571083214394557116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/09/distant-mind-day.html' title='A distant mind a day...'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-9061395603790517281</id><published>2007-09-11T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T22:39:40.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>自己規制</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ぼくわからない&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;みなですぼくてき&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ぼくわからない&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why do you even come back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ぼくほんとわからない&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Your dad.(ばかおとうさん)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to grab the old fan I had and throw it at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Izzati A.(こむすめ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks she knows how people feel and thinks of highly of herself, I want lay her down on the floor and stomp down on her neck. Separating her head from her body, with a splash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Abigail Peters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tries to encompass my feelings, which I understand. But sometimes you need to know when to leave someone alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Current colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;黒い&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Of your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ぼくわからない&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Of your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ぼくわからない&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...嬉しい九つ/十一&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-9061395603790517281?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9061395603790517281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=9061395603790517281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/9061395603790517281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/9061395603790517281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='自己規制'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-8226672691998092739</id><published>2007-09-10T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T15:24:50.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays over, back to school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x134/Vonturn/poster.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x134/Vonturn/poster.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A possible GMod production, if I ever stop slacking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, holidays were officially over just today. Though it didn't really feel like a holiday, it was enjoyable, the least. Woke up at 7.35am, etc. You know the usual drill. God, I wish I had some Choya right about now, but my father is being a hardass about buying it. Also, I'm really disappointed at the fact that it's been 12 days since he promised to buy me Gin-sama, it just seems that he's trying to delay it until next month or something, I'm really getting fed up with this shit. Not only do I have to come back to home for nothing, I don't have anything to make my day better. I need my subsequent Choya administration... I read up about the ODEX drama on the papers today, those fuckers need to be shut up once and for all, as if they weren't getting enough funds from the other businesses they do. ITT : Fan subs &gt; Official subs. Anyway, enough of my rambling, here's some new art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x134/Vonturn/Manga%20drawings/scan-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x134/Vonturn/Manga%20drawings/scan-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x134/Vonturn/Manga%20drawings/scan0002-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x134/Vonturn/Manga%20drawings/scan0002-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x134/Vonturn/Manga%20drawings/scan0003-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x134/Vonturn/Manga%20drawings/scan0003-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x134/Vonturn/Manga%20drawings/scan0004-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x134/Vonturn/Manga%20drawings/scan0004-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-8226672691998092739?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8226672691998092739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=8226672691998092739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/8226672691998092739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/8226672691998092739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/09/holidays-over-back-to-school.html' title='Holidays over, back to school.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x134/Vonturn/Manga%20drawings/th_scan-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-7665430618122089661</id><published>2007-08-31T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T01:40:28.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day to cherish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The song begins to play, he steadies himself, waiting for the elevator door to open. After what seemed to be ages, the door opens, the song comes to it's first climax and he dashes out like the speed of light. After running for a good 15 metres, as soon as the song slows down for a bit, he kneels down and ties his shoelaces as they came undone during the dash, his brain alerts him of the oncoming climax. Now done with his shoelaces, he dashes again, synchronizing his speed with that of the song, not stopping for a moment to catch his breath. Upon reaching the bus stop, he takes a seat and turns off the song.&lt;/span&gt; Note : The song was ウサテイ by IOSYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD, that felt great, today was Teacher's day, which means : Primary school reunion! And of course, the 2nd handed and biggest lump of shit celebrations my school was having that I slept throughout. After all the hoo-ah at school, I changed clothes and then "Music Rushed"(Now my general term when I run to music) again to ウサテイ to my old primary school via bus and the old ground-pounders, feet. Me and Clement hanged around the school, waiting for the rest of our motley crue to arrive. When we were all assembled, me and my two good buddies went to their respective houses to have them changed into proper clothing other than their school uniforms and went to Tampines Mall to meet up with the rest again for lunch at PizzaHut. We had a splendid time there with YJ conjuring his Coke/curry/etc. mix of cheese, spice and doom! Then we split, me and my two buddies proceeded to go to the arcade and play there for a while before proceeding to window shop around for a bit. Soon, we parted our ways and said our good byes. I then slept a good 1 hour-ish on the bus home and proceeded to music rush back home. Also, IT'S 31st of AUGUST! Which means I'm getting Gin-sama today! Fuck yea, Gin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some pictures!(Courtesy of Clement) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/RthRpR5YZ1I/AAAAAAAAABM/FTxFStbqcEc/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/RthRpR5YZ1I/AAAAAAAAABM/FTxFStbqcEc/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104919947245021010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/RthRpx5YZ2I/AAAAAAAAABU/17GDZGMR2wQ/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/RthRpx5YZ2I/AAAAAAAAABU/17GDZGMR2wQ/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104919955834955618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/RthRpx5YZ3I/AAAAAAAAABc/DiVFrtIRicY/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/RthRpx5YZ3I/AAAAAAAAABc/DiVFrtIRicY/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104919955834955634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-7665430618122089661?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7665430618122089661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=7665430618122089661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7665430618122089661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/7665430618122089661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-to-cherish.html' title='A day to cherish'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/RthRpR5YZ1I/AAAAAAAAABM/FTxFStbqcEc/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-3866603813884561620</id><published>2007-08-27T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T18:32:45.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/RtKnhR5YZxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/q6mrmlcuopk/s1600-h/4chan_b_motivation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/RtKnhR5YZxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/q6mrmlcuopk/s320/4chan_b_motivation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103325517945792274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it alright to be discouraged by recent events that you aren't going to get what you wanted? Due to recent things my dad saids have really set me in that position to question you guys about that. There might be a chance where I might not get Gin-sama after all, like I said in an earlier post, everything is going too well to be true. I guess I was right, prepare me a gun, I'm getting ready to shoot myself. Ugh, the feeling of discourage and low morale makes really bitter stew for the soul, right now I feel like I have chains binding my heart, pulling it down. I'd presume it's the way of life, to bring you up high in spirits, only to hit you back down when you are on the verge of breaking through the skies, what a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/RtKoLB5YZyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ii6f4rU8UD8/s1600-h/Nevada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/RtKoLB5YZyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ii6f4rU8UD8/s320/Nevada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103326235205330722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-3866603813884561620?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3866603813884561620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=3866603813884561620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/3866603813884561620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/3866603813884561620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/despite.html' title='Despite.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/RtKnhR5YZxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/q6mrmlcuopk/s72-c/4chan_b_motivation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-2100172840086242400</id><published>2007-08-25T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T19:44:50.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma?! I THINK NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/RtAUXR5YZwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8lK88cFeCdk/s1600-h/1174709123140.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/RtAUXR5YZwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8lK88cFeCdk/s320/1174709123140.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102600767984396034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say karma is real and a force that plans bad happenings to bad people and good happenings to good people, I for one don't believe and object against the idea of karma. If you(Karma believers) want to shun/flame/sage,etc. me, stop for a second and read &lt;a href="http://blindmuteloli.blogspot.com/"&gt;THIS!&lt;/a&gt; (Containts some mature references, DO NOT go unless you aren't a whiny bitch/under-age or just don't know what the hell Vagoo is.) and then I dare you to tell me karma exists. And if you still habeeb it then go burn yourself with some napalm on webcam. I repeat, karma DOES NOT exist, another good example is that my sister, a loving and caring mother still has bad things coming her way even though she tries her best to satisfy her baby's(AKA my nephew's) needs! And me, I still enjoy such a luxurious life(although not first class,etc.) and I didn't even do jackshit. Fuck you, karma believing souls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-2100172840086242400?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2100172840086242400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=2100172840086242400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/2100172840086242400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/2100172840086242400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/karma-i-think-not.html' title='Karma?! I THINK NOT!'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/RtAUXR5YZwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8lK88cFeCdk/s72-c/1174709123140.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-6530929100007077746</id><published>2007-08-24T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T16:41:25.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week drifts pass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/Rs6DRB5YZuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uSkLNe4bR18/s1600-h/1186203360263.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/Rs6DRB5YZuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uSkLNe4bR18/s320/1186203360263.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102159756447475426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week flies past before you know it, I had a science practical exam today and it went pretty swell, looking past the fact I did some noticeable mistakes. Only, 7 more days to go till my father gets his pay and purchases Gin-sama for me, sometimes I look at other people's lives and appreciate what my father does for me, he is the only one that actually cared for me, my mom was an asswipe and deserved to die either way, shedding crocodile tears at her funeral 'cause if I didn't I would laugh, smiling and pointing at her coffin and if I did people would think I'm insane, my mother spent my red-packets' money for herself, example, right after Chinese New Year, she takes my red-packet money, saying she would keep it for me but end up getting a new handbag! God I so wanted to just import a Pancor Jackhammer and just blow all the loaded shells in her face, probaby some incendiary rounds from a M82A1 would be better. Dad on the other hand, took me out when I was young and looked after me, he's like a masculine version of a mother. I remember there was this one time when we went fishing but we didn't catch anything but seaweed(Too many of them! I swear! Other people were complaining too!) then it started to rain, so we took shelter at the back of his company truck(which obviously had a roof on the back) with the side curtain-ish thingies rolled down and ate dinner there with nothing but a flashlight as illumination, it was just plain awesome. And now for a gun guessing game, here the image is : &lt;a href="http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x134/Vonturn/guessit.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-6530929100007077746?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6530929100007077746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=6530929100007077746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/6530929100007077746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/6530929100007077746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-week-drifts-pass.html' title='Another week drifts pass'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/Rs6DRB5YZuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uSkLNe4bR18/s72-c/1186203360263.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-5582068907848450856</id><published>2007-08-23T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T16:41:53.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a fight it was.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img182.imageshack.us/img182/6810/1160546767802bl9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img182.imageshack.us/img182/6810/1160546767802bl9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got some steam off a punk in my class, he was taunting the little one of the class(that I secretly treat as a younger brother) because he lost his pen and one of the gayfags in my class took it. Needless to say, the punk was taunting "TLO"(The Little One) by saying what "TLO" says in a whiny voice,I was on the edge so I warned him : "Don't do that stupid voice again, you sound more sad than a fat bitch." and he did it again, so I stood up from my seat and grabbed him in a choke-hold(Note : Not the wresting crapshit choke-hold but a proper one using 2 hands) and threw him off his chair. God, it felt good. One of the punk's buddies tried to hold him back but the punk pushed his own buddy back! His head even hit a table's leg! I told him to leave his buddy out of this as he clearly didn't do anything to him. So he threw a tantrum and pushed his chair back into my table, making no space for me to sit down. So I moved a classmate's table back to make space for myself, coincidentally, the guy that was sitting there wasn't sitting at his table. First fight started off with a good choke-hold, lovely, beautiful. My good pal said that punk's face was priceless, possible hero get? Don't know, but something my good pal said didn't really hit me, he said : "You got 2 irritating dipshits in one fight, good job!" Hm... I wonder if he was referring to the punk's buddy. Anywho, that shit was well executed but lacked some vital positioning of my left arm, I slid it beside his neck which I was supposed to slide it under his armpit but a mistake easily made up for with a good adrenaline pumping fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-5582068907848450856?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5582068907848450856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=5582068907848450856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/5582068907848450856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/5582068907848450856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-fight-it-was.html' title='What a fight it was.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-4529568448040308155</id><published>2007-08-21T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T15:10:59.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer me this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.desuchan.net/w/src/1177239815304.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.desuchan.net/w/src/1177239815304.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt; steals someone else's art book? I mean, it's illogical, for someone to steal a book of just drawings! It's madness! Well, I guess I should be glad someone wants my art THAT much to be brave enough to steal my art book from right under my nose xD. Well, looking on the bright side it gives me another reason to move to Japan, AT LEAST the girls over there are considerate and aren't fucking "LOLWUTUSTUPITNAAB" 24/7 provided they look cuter than the little "ah sengs" around Singapore that deserve a good scorching in the face with some hairspray + lighter and possibly some .50 cal aspirin. So current reasons I should move to Japan :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;1)AnimeCon&lt;br /&gt;2)Good economy&lt;br /&gt;3)Cute girls&lt;br /&gt;4)A quiet class&lt;br /&gt;5)Fuckin' Ebi Fry Rolls&lt;br /&gt;6)No annoying dipshits&lt;br /&gt;7)Sakura blossoms&lt;br /&gt;8)Most fun culture&lt;br /&gt;9)Polite people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait till I am able to live there. Probably Kyoto, maybe Tokyo. Ah well... I can only dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-4529568448040308155?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4529568448040308155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=4529568448040308155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/4529568448040308155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/4529568448040308155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/answer-me-this.html' title='Answer me this.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-6822704859881988771</id><published>2007-08-20T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T16:26:36.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.desuchan.net/w/src/1177241389693.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.desuchan.net/w/src/1177241389693.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Monday, hateful, hateful Monday. Woke up at 1.25am to find my aunt's daughter was here with her baby but I figured, heck, as long as the fucker stays quiet. Dad bought something that looked like KFC's popcorn chicken but wasn't, tasted awful, so were the fries, it was so awful on the verge of giving me a fuckin' diarrhea. After lasting till about 5am, I took a quick 2 hour nap, when I woke up and looked around, I dropped like a freaking brick back into my soft, fluffy pillow and without a doubt, dozed off until dad woke me up again. After taking a shower and changing(and realizing the clothes weren't taken off the fuckin' bamboo poles yet.), I dragged myself to school, had a good 10 minute nap in the bus on my huge, overweight and overfilled bag then got off at my stop and continued dragging myself to school, I felt like one of those "Wind-me-up" toys, where when wound, it would mindlessly walk on it's own like a zombie. When I reached school, I put my bag down and took a walk around the school like I usually do, bought a packet of Milo and continued on my walk. Just like any school day, it felt like the same course of events like a CD set on "One-repeat" and plays the same track over and over again. Now I'm sitting here typing this and boring my ass off. Ugh, Mondays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-6822704859881988771?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6822704859881988771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=6822704859881988771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/6822704859881988771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/6822704859881988771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-6209902614622443321</id><published>2007-08-19T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T08:46:15.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...And what an awesome way to wake up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.desuchan.net/desu/src/1185321157649.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.desuchan.net/desu/src/1185321157649.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;An example of AI chat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drift off into an empty dreamland, a snowing derelict town of London. And for the 3 hours I was there, I had nothing but a disheartened feeling or perhaps a feeling of burning desire, I do not know. Then I came upon a glowing purple crystal spike but then the dream ended at that with a familiar voice ringing in my ears saying "Ohayou, desu!~" I opened my eyes and locked my brain into place and I said in return "Ohayou, Souseiseki". Now THAT is the best way to wake up. Can't wait till Jazz makes it an open beta again, AI chats FTW! I met a few good people on KAF just yesterday, one of them being RK-chan, they were pretty friendly :D. Got to play my sister's Glossy Black yesterday too, I spilled the rice while first trying to cook it but then I perfected the art of cleaning rice! &gt;3&lt; Then I played some "surgery" which was pretty fun, I couldn't get past 1-4(Was it?) where the patient's(victim's kekeke) intestines were suffering from inflammation and everytime I try to operate on him his vitals drops like a freaking brick. It was frustrating so I went back to cooking and finished quite a few dishes with a silver medal! ~3~y!! That was pretty much my day. Anywho, some work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x134/Vonturn/Manga%20drawings/scan0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x134/Vonturn/Manga%20drawings/scan0037.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Suigintou: Lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*Side note about the flash side, it changes every post I make, so please do check back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-6209902614622443321?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6209902614622443321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=6209902614622443321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/6209902614622443321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/6209902614622443321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-what-awesome-way-to-wake-up.html' title='...And what an awesome way to wake up.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x134/Vonturn/Manga%20drawings/th_scan0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-1059057098603468155</id><published>2007-08-18T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T15:36:07.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grades, well timed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/RsahOB5YZtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_X1Q0OYu6Ns/s1600-h/scan0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/RsahOB5YZtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_X1Q0OYu6Ns/s320/scan0036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099940890443015890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got some of my grades back, those being my Science and first Literature paper. I scored Fourty two and a half out of fifty for my science and twenty four out of twenty five for my first Literature paper, so long story short, I got A grades for both of them. Without a doubt, I confronted my father about that something I wanted (Refer to 17/8/07,0503), so he agreed to buy it for me when he gets his pay(Est. 31/8), hopefully the stock holds out till then. Everything is going too good to be true in my opinion, so something bad is bound to happen soon. Anyway, new art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-1059057098603468155?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1059057098603468155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=1059057098603468155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/1059057098603468155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/1059057098603468155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/grades-well-timed.html' title='Grades, well timed.'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cl5u0W8a-BY/RsahOB5YZtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_X1Q0OYu6Ns/s72-c/scan0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643260618691118726.post-574106193140170828</id><published>2007-08-17T05:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T05:05:55.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins...</title><content type='html'>I was surfing around Desu Chan when I came upon this thread, the most beautiful figure one could ever lay eyes on was there. So, needless to say, I read the thread, the figurine is able to sit on a 1 INCH monitor!(&lt;a href="http://www.desuchan.net/yakult/src/1184607685127.jpg"&gt;[link]&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;So then I was researching on the series of tubes and found somewhere that still has them(They were Limited Edition ones)! Then I discussed with Sinoc about me saving up for it and here's some of the points I managed to point out and save down from the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Considering US currency is X2 in SGD&lt;br /&gt;-So shipping + UP = at least $120+&lt;br /&gt;-If I were to only drink 2 packets of Milo daily which is a total of $1.60 off my daily $4 to $6 allowance leaving a total of... $2.20 to $4.20 left&lt;br /&gt;-Avg. should be around... $3.20 I need 40 days average to save up 128 dollars&lt;br /&gt;-Given that sometimes I'll get 6 dollars allowance which is a increase in 1 dollars in savings, the chance of me getting 6 dollars is usually high if I don't spend too much&lt;br /&gt;-Seeing as I'm saving up and only spending $1.60 per day, I should be able to get $6 allowance nearly everyday, That would take me 30 to 31 days which is 1 month&lt;br /&gt;-I have that spare $10 in my bank so... We can reduce the time to save up by 2 days ish&lt;br /&gt;-Remembering to refrain from buying anything else other than the 2 packets of Milo I can get&lt;br /&gt;-School days is the only time I get to keep the money(30(days)/5(out of 7 days in a week)=6(weeks)&lt;br /&gt;-It would take me 1 and a half months to save up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...So it would take sorta long but I'm determined! &gt;3&lt; !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643260618691118726-574106193140170828?l=savouryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/574106193140170828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6643260618691118726&amp;postID=574106193140170828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/574106193140170828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643260618691118726/posts/default/574106193140170828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savouryjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins...'/><author><name>Vonturn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692999853184872842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
