<?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-4345208838924315882</id><updated>2012-01-27T03:11:01.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's little knacks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345208838924315882.post-6438922495824710664</id><published>2012-01-26T22:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T03:11:02.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit happens</title><content type='html'>I guess we've all had our fair share of bad days. maybe some more than others. but just for today  it honestly feels like... the entire world is against you. It's like everything you do turns into a negative consequence. like bad Karma has accumulated so heavily from somewhere and it's ready to dump a crap load onto you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet why does it continue to keep feeling things are never going to get better? it's like a dark limitless void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray sometimes that one day things will just reverse and get better.. and yet there are so many reports of saying "it's up to you to make up your life" kind of quotes. I don't know were to begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cliche as it sounds .. sometimes i just want to go to a lone field and scream to the top of my lungs. yes,This is such a depressing post.  but sometimes I don't even know what to wake up to anymore. I ask myself everyday.. now. ............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am honestly just lost for words right now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-6438922495824710664?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6438922495824710664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2012/01/shit-happens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/6438922495824710664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/6438922495824710664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2012/01/shit-happens.html' title='Shit happens'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-6046158818489212048</id><published>2012-01-07T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T13:47:28.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time flies doesnt it.</title><content type='html'>7:45 am. No sleep. The date is 8/1/2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking about things. today, 1 year ago, 2 years ago, 3 years ago. 4 even.&lt;br /&gt;So much has changed. It's only kind of hit me that im 21.. gosh time flies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet it feels like it was only yesterday that I was in high school with my mates playing cards in the cafeteria tables. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now .. everyone gone there seperate ways. The only thing keeping friends together is facebook. I wonder what it would be like if FB never existed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we still meet at Uni, and events. Though things aren't the same. People ave their own lives to live, they have jobs, responsibilities, new friends, new enemies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot has changed significantly. and yet theres this feelign that I for one, hasn't changed much at all... it's wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid. in year 4, I've always wondered what my 21 year old self would be like, how i would look, behave, have accomplished. Now that I'm living this reality, I wonder in another 10 years, what my persona brings me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. that age. where responsibilitiy takes full fold. that new chapter in life. late teens where the night life, going out , clubbing as a group was the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;now.. we begin a new phase of our lives. where people graduate, get full time jobs, get married even. the Wedding phase. the prime. of our lives, we should be living it out the fullest and yet I feel so.. out of place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else talk to themselves like this or am i the only one? sometimes I think im the biggest wierdo I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to a friends party. I didn't know him too well, but I thought I'd drop by. But then I realise how anti-social I've become. Even amongts my own friends I have trouble knowing what to talk about. Is this.. normal? am I overanalysing the situation? it's like everything i say or do is awkward. I was welcome by this girl and being stupid me i almost gave her a handshake instead of a hug. LOL serious vanta? sometimes even I think your losing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growing up, I never was the social type. I only had 1 or 2 friends but I was mainly alone on the early stages. But come to think of it, I Guess i should be grateful. I have a friend who's been my friend since primary and one since high school.  I know some people who have no friends like these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people.. come and go throughout life. I've met quite a few. but few will ever really understand you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime I write something like these It feels better, like at least&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-6046158818489212048?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6046158818489212048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-flies-doesnt-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/6046158818489212048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/6046158818489212048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-flies-doesnt-it.html' title='time flies doesnt it.'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-1508055785106158112</id><published>2012-01-01T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T10:27:22.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lets talk about something worth talking about ey? Relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I haven't been in one, YET so my point may or may not be valid, But there's something to really bothers me when I see others in a relationship do ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is clearly in a relationship but flirts the crap out with other girls, when she isn't around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it could very well be all fun and a bit of games, but there is a clear-well define line that you can't cross and some people run across with no regard whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine, who went into one last year (theyve been togather for a year now) I believe, does it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could say he is the typical nice boy who doesn't really talk to many girls. He finally gets the gf and bam. I literally never see him again. He is THAT devoted to her. he helps out her dad, helps out her family, bring her to family gatherings, and pretty much reserves everything for her. I don't think i've seen him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I respect that. because Thats how a boyfriend should be like. ( he seemed quite family orientated).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, a guy with a gf who is flirting the crap out other girls, makes me.. ugh. Maybe it's because he should no better to be (cheating but less severe) on other girl. wtf?&lt;br /&gt;you have a girl man, rock her world already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me one to punch them in the face and tell them to go home and be a family man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-1508055785106158112?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1508055785106158112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2012/01/lets-talk-about-something-worth-talking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/1508055785106158112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/1508055785106158112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2012/01/lets-talk-about-something-worth-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-2100914516523866722</id><published>2011-12-29T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T10:47:35.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>asdfagfd</title><content type='html'>the last time i blogged was like.. 4 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since then as always alot has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni, birthdays, tournaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yeah. I could spend my time talking about them but It's 5 am and I frankly can't be bothered ( More on this later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 has 1 day left as of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I must say, I didn't enjoy it as much as I'd hope. Perhaps it's the responsibilities of growing older? Perhaps it's because I haven't achieved what I've set out to achieve as in, 2011 resolutuions... I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wonder to those who read this, has anyone gone to that stage where they just can't be bothered anymore? where they lack motivation? where they aren't just in the mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you've seen it in movies, where the guy goes to the local bar and gets drunk off his ass and he doesn't care. That's the nfeeling right now. Like theres no will, driving power, excitement. Nothing to wake up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a dangerous position to be in because you can lose all the things you've worked towards . A phase people go through?......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I can't even be bothered going to the gym anymore. let alone go for a jog. Perhaps it was because at one stage when i was active etc, i wasn't really getting anywhere. so like  y ou just cbb. I don't even know if what i'm typing  makes any sense. I'm even losing interst in SSF4 now. My mission has been accomplished Foot print in hall of fame and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously what the hell. why is ut so boring nowadays wtf.  sometimes you feel like the brain is about to explode of boredom!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-2100914516523866722?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2100914516523866722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/12/asdfagfd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/2100914516523866722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/2100914516523866722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/12/asdfagfd.html' title='asdfagfd'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-6970643381629542406</id><published>2011-08-20T05:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T05:45:35.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life teaches you stuff</title><content type='html'>Since the last time I've posted, alot of things have happened. &lt;br /&gt;I could go through each and everyone of them but .... that'd take to much effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare 1 month ago, 2 months ago , 3 months ago, 1 year ago, 2 years ago, how so much has changed. People are getting older, moving on and well, doing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember the past is the past, live for today and something something for the future (suppose to be cliche' line here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing I've learn from this entire episode is... live with what you have, the current time, not in the past or the future, live with what you have and make good use of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember someone saying "Life deals you a set number of cards, it's what you do with it that counts." Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel like leaving some of my favourite quotations that I recall time to time, just as a mere guide to tough times and for inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry in the dojo Laugh on the battlefied.&lt;br /&gt;Or practise makes perfect. Can be related to schoolwork, preping for interviews and sf4 of course ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Beware your thoughts; they become your words.&lt;br /&gt;Beware your words; they become your actions.&lt;br /&gt;Beware your actions; they become your habits.&lt;br /&gt;Beware your habits; they become your nature.&lt;br /&gt;Beware your nature; it becomes your destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Theres something about this quote that really gives chills down my spine. It almost speaks out from your soul, because it feels so surreal sometimes. I don't know but I can relate to it alot. That's why postive thoughts make for positive lives. Sometimes youo just have to smile to yourself and look retarded to keep being so damn happy lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are three kind of people in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those who make things happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those who watch things happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those who don’t know what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure we've all done this, but to be honest I think you need a balance of all of these to live a healthy and effective lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Experience is a hard teacher because she gives the tests first, the lesson afterward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not much more to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don’t regret things you did do, but things you didn’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You try, you fail. You try, you fail. But the only true failure is when you stop trying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Most people fail because they give up what they want for life to get what they want at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only person you have to impress in life is YOURSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah impress yourself, and others will come crawling to you ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- where enemies means something right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knowledge is whatever remains after you forgotten what you’ve learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- how much does this apply to exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Small mind talks about people;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good mind talks about events;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great mind talks about ideas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound mind however talks, about the wisdom and deeper meaning of what people, events and/or ideas is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LIVE as if your KIDS were watching…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Practise what you preach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anything you ever want in life is just outside your comfort zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Have to work for what you have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Excuses are the nails that build a house of a failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes you just have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don’t look down on anyone unless you are helping them up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We were all at a low level and one stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit. (Artistotle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My favourite, you have to make it into a habbit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the 3 R’s&lt;br /&gt;“Respect for yourself”&lt;br /&gt;“Respect for others”&lt;br /&gt;“Responsibility for your own actions”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can tell whether a man is clever by his answers. You can tell whether a man is wise by his questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never take time for granted….you never know when you’ll run out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sharpest sword goes through the hottest fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only people you need in your life are the ones who need you in theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be the person who makes the right choices, even when no one is around to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-6970643381629542406?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6970643381629542406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-teaches-you-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/6970643381629542406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/6970643381629542406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-teaches-you-stuff.html' title='Life teaches you stuff'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-9080943729443416256</id><published>2011-07-31T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T06:24:03.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiences</title><content type='html'>talk about a cliche' post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you never know what you have until it's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure that's true and all and everybody can relate to it to some degree:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happens when it affects you to another level?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if something/someone that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;defined&lt;/span&gt; you was taken away because you took it for granted and you wern't paying enough attention/respect for what you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wish you could go back in time and sort of change your mindset and appreciate more, but of course you woudn't have known until you came out of the woods, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, it's just one big learning experience ey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight for what you have and for who you are. don't let it escape you. Give it everything you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least you know you'll be going down with a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freewebs.com/reddakeida/RL8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/reddakeida/RL8.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/4345208838924315882-9080943729443416256?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/9080943729443416256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/07/experiences.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/9080943729443416256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/9080943729443416256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/07/experiences.html' title='Experiences'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-1138634804778269349</id><published>2011-07-03T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T11:26:05.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rushing foreward</title><content type='html'>Ever get that rush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are different types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see your favourite hero smashing bad guys nonstop (Optimus prime taking on all the bad guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when you see a pretty girl give you a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you open up your exam booklet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you finally figure something out after 10 hours of studying it like crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're completely in the zone of something you love doing "be it pawning noobs in dota" or on a 30 win killing spree in SF4 listening to this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FA6Go9EcGXA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you finally reach the 20 pull ups you onced aimed for when you could hardly do 3 ( I can only do 6 atm )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your about to receive your grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you finish a 10 km run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That rush....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-1138634804778269349?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1138634804778269349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/07/rushing-foreward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/1138634804778269349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/1138634804778269349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/07/rushing-foreward.html' title='Rushing foreward'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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://img.youtube.com/vi/FA6Go9EcGXA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345208838924315882.post-791865206496151528</id><published>2011-07-01T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T10:37:22.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's little knacks</title><content type='html'>Ever felt like you were dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of a reality that you wish would exist with all the effort of making it a reality?&lt;br /&gt;When really, you were just living a lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why were you dreaming in the first place? to escape a life that you couldn't deal with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda feels like I've woken up. from a deep trance, a deep .... slumber&lt;br /&gt;A slumber that's been going on for too long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alarm bells ring and you slowly open your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats there to do from here? now that you're wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get up, brush your teeth, get ready for the day and take it slowly, one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with what you have in front of you , and not worrying about the past or the future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's little knacks. Think there's something to be learnt here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-791865206496151528?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/791865206496151528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/07/lifes-little-knacks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/791865206496151528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/791865206496151528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/07/lifes-little-knacks.html' title='Life&apos;s little knacks'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-4953376881959601859</id><published>2011-05-30T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T03:22:50.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The lone backpacker</title><content type='html'>Not having made the top 16 in a tournament that most people would have least expected you to place really does bombs you out. When you know you could have easily done so much better. Day 2 of Sydney and the first main tournament took place to see who would place top 16. I missed out by just 1 position. I could go into details about the fight, but to cut things short, my preparation was terrible. No sleep, nothing to eat and just stress. Circumstances that do not favour the competitor. That was just one of the things I learnt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 9 pm at night and people were out having dinner. I didn’t eat anything all day, was stressed out the night before and so preparation for the tournament didn’t go at all according to plan. My eyes were red and I looked dead. Mainly because I didn’t do well in the tourney, nor did I have much sleep... I was feeling pretty bad for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone told to me just to get some sleep, so I crashed into our dormitory. It was a backpacker’s hotel. Really cheap accommodation. Standards not high though. It had room for 6 people, in which 3 of my other friends were in, leaving room for another 2 guests. The past 2 nights sleeping there was interesting. We had a random lady; a random Queensland guy looking to get his visa done in Sydney and a random German foreigner guy sleep in. That germane guy was funny as... He didn’t like Asians and had a crazy accent. These peoples would only sleep for one night and leave the next. They probably had connecting flights to other locations I figure. They were a crazy bunch no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess as if crashed I noticed someone else belongings. Couldn’t tell if it was a girl or not. Whatever, I went to bed and lied there... pondering about what to do now... I didn’t have much money on me either. I was waiting for my next payment from Centrelink in 2 more days so I was really tight on money and couldn’t do anything. I think I dazed for about half an hour till the door opened. A girl walked in, and noticed me there and said hi in which I replied hi back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward silence for about 2 minutes as she unpacked her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;She was a pretty girl, about 20-25ish, with blonde hair tied up high behind the back. She was fair with nice slightly wide facial frame and looked of European descent. A slight hint of mascara, and nice facial features, she had this really nice smile with dimples that only highlighted her smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed the room was cluttered with my friend’s belongings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Sorry if the room’s too messy”.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh no I’ve been through a lot worse. This to me is like a 5 star hotel.”&lt;br /&gt;“...........how so?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So we talked. We talked about what was worse than this (apparently sleeping in a hallway of 25 beds is worse in hot weather conditions. It was just too much for her)&lt;br /&gt;then we talked about who she was and what she did.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out she’s from Switzerland and she was in Sydney just for the last 2 days of her 3 month voyage around Australia. I must say I was impressed. She was only 21 and doing all this travelling, alone by herself... she was also quite the intellectual, studying medicine back at home as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked don’t you ever get lonely during your journey? She says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“nope not really, being alone lets you meet so many people”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;She told me of stories on the people she met. One guy would work as a painter and a DJ (weird combination if you ask me) in India and for 4 months and would fly to Thailand to live for another 8 months as a god, just because of the difference in currency.&lt;br /&gt;She thought it was a bit sad because, he didn’t truly have a “home” to come to. Like a family. He said everywhere was his home. She thought it was an interesting proposition however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about how life was back in Switzerland compared to here, the difference. Winter had snow, and I remember asking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“does getting hit by a snowball really hurt?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;She said &lt;em&gt;“ Only if it hits the face, you go all red from the pain and your all wet and because snow had the tendency to hit like a rock, it’s actually quite painful”&lt;br /&gt;“thanks, I’ll keep that in my mind .. for my friends ;D laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Talked about what family was like back there, how the environment was just so different, the people as well...&lt;br /&gt;how it snowed in winter and summer days only ever got up to 30 degrees. This also explained why she was so white.&lt;br /&gt;Talked about her epic journey around Australia and some other countries (that I cannot remember) and how one time she almost lost her camera and she was in tears even. But she found it. It was the only thing keeping her memories intact, and her experiences a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’d met an Italian girl and was told how the perfect pasta would take hours to cook, whereas she just opened a jar and poured it in some pasta just like most of us here. She got to taste her pasta and she said Italians really do take pride in their pasta taking absolutely ages to cook.&lt;br /&gt;I commented:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“was it Bollisimo? In my best personation of an Italian person”&lt;br /&gt;“of course” *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;How she once forgot to put sunscreen on her legs and got blisters from sunburn, it was the first time in her life as she’d never been in such a hot environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice. I felt like crap and didn’t have anyone to talk to &lt;em&gt;but here we were, two strangers from the other side of the world, talking about... “Life”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was until of course my friends walked in and well that was it for the night. After a brief introduction with friends, She stepped out for a bit and all my friends commenting on how hot she looked and dubbed her &lt;strong&gt;“Swiss miss”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;At least I knew her name at the time and a bit more. She was to stay for one more night before leaving, the same time we were too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I lay in bed sort of thinking about this girls experiences and what would it be like, to be a backpacker. Travelling from city to city not knowing anything but learning as you go. The people you’d meet and the different stages of life people were at. The lone wonder, kind of like in games not knowing what came next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t really get this girl out of my head. She was actually quite pretty as well, there were a lot of things I wanted to talk to her about as well. So after the tournament and me having a few games, everyone was celebrating that awesome night out with karaoke with all the interstate players but this girl, She intrigued me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I returned back to my room... and she wasn’t there. She was out of course. So I waited on the bed almost dozing off when she came back again. She unpacked her things again and went to clean her clothes. She came back and got ready to go to sleep... but she started talking to me again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“So you said you lived in Adelaide? What’s it like?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;We kept talking. Talking about anything, how to pronounce something in France, movies she watched, it was quite the nice change... I felt at ease with this girl, even for the short space of time we’d met. When 2 strangers meet and knowing the fact you’ll never see them again, you can talk about life’s anything and not worry about being judged at all... and I felt even that little bit closer to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the only child of the family I remember her saying she wanted a sister one time and was even readying for her parents for an adoption until a last minute cancellation. She was sad. I’d explain my experiences of having siblings, fighting for toilets, the last bit of food and we both laughed. She’d defenietly have more than one child if she ever gets children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so easy and carefree to talk to. I could talk to her about anything.&lt;br /&gt;I think we talked for about 3 hours until it was time for sleep. This girl was pretty awesome... I realised. Then it hit me. I’ll never see this girl again after tomorrow morning after we check out. It was a sobering thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember joking how... the last night in Sydney she spent, the irony of it raining and asif Sydney was crying because she left. she commented how back in home, it would be raining when she returned despite it being summer back that.&lt;br /&gt;That second night, my friends came back half drunk from karaoke and they were abit loud but I think she slept through it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then morning came, and I was actually quite disheartened (I didn’t talk to her in front of the guys because it would have been a bit awkward, me and her just pretended we knew each other as merely backpackers.) We glanced at each other for a bit but that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time and we all checked out together (including her) and she went back up stairs to grab something. I swear this it is going to sound stupid, but as we were checking out, the radio played this song, as if as if it was the perfect timing - “dice – Finley Quay” and just for a moment, it felt like the scene of a movie. In captured my mood perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZOiDfY3i8Ac" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paid, and with the last words said “&lt;em&gt;see you guys&lt;/em&gt;” and went upstairs,disapeareed and that was it. My friends weren’t aware of anything but I felt like I lost a friend right there. We went to grab some breakfast but I wasn’t feeling up for it. That day we walked out of the hotel, there was a light drizzle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the group split for up for a bit and so it was just me and a friend who went to eat at the local viet restaraunt. We talked about the girl. It’s funny, we decided because she was pretty we wanted to take a photo with her, so we decided &lt;em&gt;why not&lt;/em&gt; and go back and pretend we forgot something just see if she was still at the hotel. She wasn’t. But to my delight, her backpack was. We waited patiently outside for her to comeback.&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later she walks in and with a small but delightful shock asks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey What are you guys doing here? are you waiting for something?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We were wondering if we could take a photo&lt;/em&gt; ( My friend thought she was pretty hot too)&lt;br /&gt;So I took a photo with her and since my friend was now on the phone, I finally got to say that proper goodbye, good luck and all the best for the future. It kind of felt complete, like closing the chapter of a book. Her flight was in an hour’s time whilst mine was in 6 hours so she had to go soon. But I was glad I got to take at least a photo with this stranger who became something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know... I’ll never meet her again, hear her speak again, see her again, but for those 2 nights that we talked, it felt.......... refreshing and opened my mind. I remember my final words went something like “perhaps we will meet some time again in the future... 10 years. Let’s discuss what happens then”&lt;br /&gt;“Sure why not” as she gave a friendly smile back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But deep down both of us knew that this was never going to happen. Switzerland? Sydney? The chances are next to nothing. I’m never in Sydney and she’s was just the backpacker from a far distant place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 random people who god knows would have never met ever on the face of earth where at one point meeting and became awesome friends. Just sheer luck and conincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure I could have asked for her email or her number but why? (and no she doesn't have a fb) We both lead different lives around the world and communication would only just die off eventually as we get busier in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, It still feels like a dream meeting this person and talking about anything.&lt;br /&gt;My only proof that this wasn’t just a figure of my imagination is a photo, a constant reminder that we’d had meet and talked about our differences in &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wren’t for that photo, I’d probably had no proof this girl existed and it could have all very well become a long lost distant memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know... in due time, I’ll probably forget about her, about what we talked about, who she was but for now I'll savour the moment that these people who through the most randomness of coincedences met, talked and shared a mutual respective moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song – dice, will always be that song to go back to that memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dubbed as Swiss miss and that pretty switzerland girl who slept in the same dorm as us by my 3 other companions, at least I knew her name. It was a really nice name as well. Def a new favourite now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the photo, I’ll keep it around, just to remind myself &lt;em&gt;life out there is way more than small Adelaide&lt;/em&gt;. Will I still remember her name? Ask me again in 20 years time and I’ll tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-4953376881959601859?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/4953376881959601859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/05/lone-backpacker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/4953376881959601859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/4953376881959601859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/05/lone-backpacker.html' title='The lone backpacker'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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://img.youtube.com/vi/ZOiDfY3i8Ac/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345208838924315882.post-6316318270618092335</id><published>2011-05-17T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T07:50:16.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One without the other</title><content type='html'>Recently finished reading the Lost symbol by Dan brown and it's a serious page turner that leaves you ALWAYS wanting to read more at the end of every chapter. &lt;br /&gt;Don't you just hate when the author can capture you like that so well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways one of the aspects I noticed and I could relate to was to do with how they discussed about the MASON religion and how all of it's ritual are related to death.&lt;br /&gt;-part of becoming a member of the higher ranking requires you to pass several I suppose... tests that aids in understanding and enlightens you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Think The Simpsons episode where he wants to join that religious club that only Lenny and Carl where members)&lt;br /&gt;- Anyway it involves drinking from a real skull, pretending to be bashed to death and praying in front of a reaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure it's all scary but the reason it exists is so that the closer you are to experiencing death, the more you will be enlightened about "life" &lt;br /&gt;In other words. you can't appreciate life and what it holds unless you first experience what death is about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I'm getting from is that the greater you experience one thing, the higher the intensity you will experience of the opposite half should you come experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not. lets rephrase that somewhat.&lt;br /&gt; The more you gain, the more you have to lose.&lt;br /&gt;The "deeper" your love for a person, the "deeper" the pain you feel when you have lost&lt;br /&gt;The greater respect you have, the more you have to lose (WHEN you lose)&lt;br /&gt;Increase the money you bet, the greater the chance of returns, but the ore you lose when you lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the point is. you go deeper to one spectrum, the more deeper you go into the other. Kind of like Yin and Yang. Light and darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm sure most people have been through the HIGHS and LOWS of life.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have. Lots of Lows, Lots of Highs. and well the cycle repeats and you learn each time - that is LIFE for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It from here I think is when people do amazing feats. When they are pushed to deepest sides of hell, something just snaps and you go to the other direction with an amazing caliber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there is one thing I've always wanted to know about and harness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivation&lt;br /&gt;The driving force to do something. That very existence of "willpower". The intent that pushes you to take action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a guy at the gym (who helps me now and is a pretty good friend). HE told me his story how when he was a kid, he was an absolute dick. to the teachers. ALWAYS playing pranks on teachers, talking back, even requiring one to go a mental institute at one time. Also picked on fat kids. Very close to getting expelled. This was during his year 8-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was until one of the massive tank teachers sat down with him and absolutely told him off like crazy. and it was then that he stopped all of a sudden and just changed overnight. He became quiet, started studying hard (he was getting E's before) and pretty much showed all the teachers the potential he could be (He now goes to uni)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways he pretty much showed everyone he put his mind to something and focused like no tomorrow he could PASS year 12 and go to uni (he was getting e's in year 8-10 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now he is an absolute TANK. The biggest guy I've seen. Muscle wise.&lt;br /&gt;Quite the determination eh?&lt;br /&gt;He sank to an all time low ( Getting E's and failing and being an absolute dick) now his in uni and is absolutely ripped, and is also one of the nicest guys I know.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Again, that spectrum thing applies here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny. I know and seen many people as a kid, who were bullied , picked on, and were loners and not very popular. This "pain" has driven them to not only to become MUCH MORE successful than their bully counter parts, but they're physique outclasses the bully like no tomorrow. Hell if the bully, now, started on the him now, he'd get owned inside and out. The bully now had a hard labor job and well, isn't as muscly as the victim.&lt;br /&gt;A good slap to the bully's face isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Again that spectrum thing applies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life experiences... the driving force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think too much.... bah I'll finish this another time.&lt;br /&gt;And excuse my dodgy grammar. i'd edit it but it's 12 and I'm sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-6316318270618092335?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6316318270618092335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-without-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/6316318270618092335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/6316318270618092335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-without-other.html' title='One without the other'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-9146627711469789731</id><published>2011-05-11T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T07:48:38.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess things are starting to gain momentum again... at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda feels like for the past 2 years, you've been stuck in time, trying to figure out what to do and how to do it. until when you do, and well... the results speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;Time to pick up where I left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Uni&lt;br /&gt;-Gym&lt;br /&gt;-SF&lt;br /&gt;In that order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life for the next 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for something competely random. One of my favourite scenesssss ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vKJwVbKWh5U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-9146627711469789731?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/9146627711469789731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/05/guess-things-are-starting-to-gain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/9146627711469789731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/9146627711469789731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/05/guess-things-are-starting-to-gain.html' title=''/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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://img.youtube.com/vi/vKJwVbKWh5U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345208838924315882.post-1209495281123266749</id><published>2011-05-03T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T07:33:18.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing</title><content type='html'>....... long time no update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've been pushed to the edges of a cliff. and suddenly you trip over.&lt;br /&gt;for a few seconds your airbone and you see everything you've worked up for comes rushing out the door.&lt;br /&gt;You see yourself come crashing down, and you hit yourself pretty damn hard.&lt;br /&gt;You lay there, stunned, hurt and in shock.&lt;br /&gt;Time sits still for what seemed like days.&lt;br /&gt;You sit up and look at the height in which you fell off.&lt;br /&gt;you're in a ditch and there's no escape and you're damn hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're bloody, your body aches, you bones are broken. but you need to survive and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you take the long journey and begin to start again. taking baby steps and getting back to the top of the cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-1209495281123266749?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1209495281123266749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/05/climbing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/1209495281123266749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/1209495281123266749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/05/climbing.html' title='Climbing'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-8780824784674869879</id><published>2011-04-07T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T05:45:35.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeless</title><content type='html'>I've seen better days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nice guys will always finish last...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A statement until now , I'd have thought wasn't true. That you'd be able to at least go somewhere. If you were nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that isn't the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometmes you just have to be the bad guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now though I just want time to pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@!#!@ !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-8780824784674869879?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8780824784674869879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/04/timeless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/8780824784674869879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/8780824784674869879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/04/timeless.html' title='Timeless'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-3620668755691239127</id><published>2011-03-29T06:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T07:03:08.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20</title><content type='html'>So here's an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst your a teenager... you tend to say things that might be dismissed as you just being ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;"His still young, he doesn't know yet"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pTqwrsR4jmA/TZHmgFtCi-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/m6MKJ4UWD-8/s1600/421008297_4809bd7b35.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my fair share of being told off for saying random stuff that isn't .. appropriate? Being to cocky, saying things that isn't right? ( But that's just because ... well who's suppose to teach me? parents? spending lots of time alone doesn't help but then again... I should be picking up on stuff like this.. meh no excuses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet being 20, which is considered to be quite a yucky number, because of your transition from a teen and an adult ( Not quite a teen, Not yet an adult till your 21 right?) it still feels as if I'm 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about maturity... but they say girls mature faster guys, physically and probably mentally as well. I'll get back to that. In another post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I mean by maturity? - holding responsibilities, being part of society and the social norms. There is etiquette to everything nowadays -Work,  shopping, dinner with friends, being around others, toilet, uni and all of that. Even social gatherings have etiquette ( Dress formally, small talk, casual, don't be that wierd guy )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time when this doesn't apply is either when your with&lt;br /&gt;a) You're best and closest buddies where anything can happen&lt;br /&gt;b) you're other half all alone? ( I assume)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the odd one guy, it's OK I guess to start accepting that being normal is ... the way it's suppose to go.  right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'd say that isn't normal. or inappropriate. or too random. That's okay back then but being an adult... doesn't give you the best image right? Especially at a work environment, when you want to be trusted and be .. professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything you say may and will be held against you"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke aside, As you grow up, things you say, do , act upon ... everyone's watching and judging your actions. What you say. Your responsibilities. It really is a massive world out there and it's a bit wierd.&lt;br /&gt;Being 21... your an adult, and I your to act as one. perhaps Girls would find that impressive as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a friend I was talking to thought I'd have at least a few long relationships by now , just by the person I was, personality wise  and she was surprise when I told her none.&lt;br /&gt;She replied that it was  a cute thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is that really true?  Ignorance doesn't get you far. not this late in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all still very much learning. All the way till we die. Some... just not as fast as others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have so much to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pTqwrsR4jmA/TZHmgFtCi-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/m6MKJ4UWD-8/s1600/421008297_4809bd7b35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pTqwrsR4jmA/TZHmgFtCi-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/m6MKJ4UWD-8/s320/421008297_4809bd7b35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589502051504786402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it one day at a time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-3620668755691239127?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/3620668755691239127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/03/20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/3620668755691239127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/3620668755691239127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/03/20.html' title='20'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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/-pTqwrsR4jmA/TZHmgFtCi-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/m6MKJ4UWD-8/s72-c/421008297_4809bd7b35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345208838924315882.post-2222887695810352141</id><published>2011-03-17T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T05:39:53.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flows</title><content type='html'>Started listening to some old game soundtracks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of started reminiscing about the good old days. Like 10-15 age.&lt;br /&gt;How they were so carefree and easy going.&lt;br /&gt;How you would play the hero, get told the story and wonder and marvel at the lands , Townes and creatures you came across and the brilliant storytelling that comes with it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dnbv5d7qLwg/TYIAufZZ4qI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bhMsIg8dZ5w/s1600/Hero__Suikoden_II__by_sweetmoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dnbv5d7qLwg/TYIAufZZ4qI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bhMsIg8dZ5w/s320/Hero__Suikoden_II__by_sweetmoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585027286594871970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time trying to reach level 100 and perfect your main characters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you see... games back then, was our very own way of story telling. Parents didn't really read us books. I learnt how to respond to people from the  dialogue o fgames.The romance side also leaves something to the imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, it's all a fantasy and the same shit doesn't happen in real life. Games kind of twist a persons reality, and you can really only survive by knowing that a game is just a game, and something to be enjoyed - not real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gaming nature has put me through into playing sf4..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda of sad... but you can't escape a childhood of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though as they say, as you get older, life really does get more complicated. Sometimes yu wish yu could just dive back into the past and relive the moment, forgetting everything you know and just ... just enjoying the peaceful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you dare to stop and think now, like a river that flows endlessly, time will continue to ebb away at you and you'll be left behind, with a lot to catch up toi if you ever do decide to try to live back to the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably don't make any sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XhOb8P136Po" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-2222887695810352141?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2222887695810352141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-flows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/2222887695810352141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/2222887695810352141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-flows.html' title='Time flows'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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/-dnbv5d7qLwg/TYIAufZZ4qI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bhMsIg8dZ5w/s72-c/Hero__Suikoden_II__by_sweetmoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345208838924315882.post-2977145307555569653</id><published>2011-03-10T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T03:08:26.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just do it.</title><content type='html'>Life... is all about learning and experiences. Right from the time you were born till now, everything you've lived through makes you, who you are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you've just got to learn to not make any excuses to justify yourself and just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST DO IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't complain. Don't bitch. Don't find reasons to justify not doing something. JUST DO IT. Shut up and do it. Don't second guess yourself. Don't question. Learn after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a Nike add huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you not done something, regretted it and bash yourself up for not doing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to look at it in the right context though. Don't do something stupid. Just do what makes common sense and is logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can be appied to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's something I've had to learn is to just do it. For the sake of yourself, and everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can be said easy. Actions are hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Actions speak louder than words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mAmDarfYik/TXiwYZTWZ4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Nf-88H1i50Y/s1600/guy6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mAmDarfYik/TXiwYZTWZ4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Nf-88H1i50Y/s320/guy6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582405671281125250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days of ssf4 is limited. It's exciting how I don't have to think about a game anymore but sad that I've had lots of fun experiences and it's gotten to me places like Sydney and Melbourne, but for the sake of growing older and wiser &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just have to do it and let it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-2977145307555569653?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2977145307555569653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-do-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/2977145307555569653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/2977145307555569653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-do-it.html' title='Just do it.'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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/-2mAmDarfYik/TXiwYZTWZ4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Nf-88H1i50Y/s72-c/guy6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345208838924315882.post-7498823114793610787</id><published>2011-03-08T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T02:49:06.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of a legacy</title><content type='html'>Ever get that sudden "realization" thing going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when something "clicks", and you just know how it works. The best example I can think of is when you look at those pitures that require you to stare really close and you eventually move it away until you see some sort of picture. Something about brain activity increasing and yada yada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well....I guess it's time something changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street Fighter 4. It started back early in 2009 when uni just started and I played at JB. from there it become a hobby until some guy beat me hard at Avcon - when it became a passion.&lt;br /&gt;Passion to be the top player... in Adelaide anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since then I've just played.. and played and played.&lt;br /&gt;2 years later I'm still playing .. but I ask myself what happens now?&lt;br /&gt;It's funny. SF4 has become part of my identity. It was good for a while but as time goes by, you grow older and mature and you realise It's just a game and ... there's so much more to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I trying to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stop playing street fighter 4 competitively and altogether. There's too much to think about always staying on top and although it sounds stupid and everything hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopping it - it's sort of like losing a part of your identity, a part of you.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows me for sf4 and well.. sure that's randy dandy but .... then what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and assess the more important aspects in life perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what that means is I also need to find a new hobby/thing to keep me busy. That could be anything you want it to be. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I need to really work on uni. It's no where near the potential I could be. If I put as much effort as I did in sf4 for uni, I'm pretty sure I'd get another form of respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SF4  isn't exactly the best thing to use to impress any err girls. Thanks for the tip older vanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In order to expand your horizons, you first need to lose sight of the shore"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like that. Letting go of ssf4 and taking on something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be hard at first, the urges to get back into something your good at... but It's the only way to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training for this weeks SF4 tournament online, I've never felt so on top of my game. It's asif everything I've learnt has come together and just paved a way to.. victory? hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be my last fight for a very very long time. Quit while you're on top, so you can leave the legacy behind for everyone to talk about ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Le. CHANGE YOUR BLOGGER TEMPLATE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-7498823114793610787?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7498823114793610787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/03/end-of-legacy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/7498823114793610787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/7498823114793610787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/03/end-of-legacy.html' title='The end of a legacy'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-1759792420121753299</id><published>2011-03-01T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T05:53:07.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 month rewind</title><content type='html'>Oh wow. It's been almost 8 months since my Last post. Time just flies doesn't it...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo many things have happened...  just an incredibly quick recount&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends coming and going&lt;br /&gt;Breakups and not so many make ups&lt;br /&gt;Not doing anything for valentines :P&lt;br /&gt;Uni&lt;br /&gt;Tournaments&lt;br /&gt;Bit of work&lt;br /&gt;And just life in general can be a bit frustrating at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now I'm my 3rd week of my 1st  placement. And to be absolutely honest: it's alright... I mean, because I'm still nooby at what I do, so I don't feel as comfortable and theres some degree of pressure to look good. Like I'd always hear about "the student at modbury is so good, learns so fast" and about other students doing pretty well whilst I'm only doing average if not, a bit slow. I guess If I really focused 120% I could learn faster , but with life, there are just so many more distractions you need to clear first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Life, for me, in general really doesn't revolve much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni : Exams, placement, study, ugh&lt;br /&gt;Bit of gaming : Tournament practice, SF , bit of dota everynow and then&lt;br /&gt;Social Life :  different groups of people... Med rads, unisa, dota, Norwood crew, street fighter ..&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit hard to balance at times, I mean Most people have work commitments on top of that but at least your kept busy and getting monies too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random topic of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Long curly hair...can be hit or miss with some people. I mean for me, It just adds another layer of individuality, and if I'm not different enough ( I play GUY from sff4 for crying out loud, who does that let alone play sf at a competative level ) . My hair dressor loves my curly hair and thinks it makes me look good in a different way. So I ask a girl and she's like, vanta, get a frikking haircut. So I did. It's pretty short and you can see semi curls but it's not enough to be curly just yet :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday there's going to be dinner with the medrads, which will be interesting as it isn't really much of the Asian crew, rather the non-Asians. It'd would be nice to get connected with them for networking and just to see what its like to hang around them, though theres always that cute girlthat you'd want to get closer too. Kinda hope that hair cut might get a few looks? bahha but who am I kidding..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have Paintballing the day after, which should be fun. Haven't been in a while and seeing people in pain can never not be funny. Isn't that right Le? Just hope the weather holds out, but then again, paint-balling in rain... oh snap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, There is an exam this Tuesday that I haven't even started studying for. Oh dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the following a Saturday, a street fighter tournament. I'm really considering retiring ssf4 after this , just to concentrate on other life aspects... and yet interstate friends are wanting me to attend some major ssf4 event in Melbourne during june! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have a billion birthdays alligned up this march. Povo much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This random outburst of events that all happen in march =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-1759792420121753299?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1759792420121753299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/03/8-month-rewind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/1759792420121753299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/1759792420121753299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2011/03/8-month-rewind.html' title='8 month rewind'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-1872363958032224466</id><published>2010-07-11T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T09:29:59.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wash, rinse and repeat</title><content type='html'>Heading into the 3rd week of holidays, and seems like much of the hype of "holidays" is slowly oozing away. I mean, it's a time to catch up with friends, do what you've always wanted to do, get the haircut, shape up, etc. But I ain't feeling it lol.  Perhaps its' to blame my complete nocturnal nature now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at 5 pm, play , watch, talk, hang till 7 am in the morning, wash, rinse and repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This habit is terrible. Now I wonder what goes on in the "daytime".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so how's your'e holidays been so far? Mine's alright to say the most, nothing real interesting going on. Everyone seems to be out doing something fun or at least productive. HAha shouldn't I be too? duno just don't feel like it at all. Like I'm not in the "mindframe" something or someone needs to slap me real hard.  aih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Avcons coming up, and well theres always the street fighter tournament there. Apparently it's gona be pretty big too. got interstate players coming in wah. Was asked to defend our team Adelaide again ( we went to Sydney and came second in team battes )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it was about 2 months ago I went to Sydney to play street fighter. singly i got defeated in my pool at the 9th ranking level ( out of 25 ) which is kinda sad , considering I was so freaking close to beating the guy I lost to, it was more like I should of won that but patients got to me. Anyway that was a real highlight, I got to vs the best payer in the world, watch the best player in the world win and etc etc, see a bit of what Sydney had to offer ( in terms of food... girls? ahha damn to many of em )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner of the Sydney tournaments goes to las vegas in America to fight in the "world tournament" which.... as you might have guessed, is the biggest tournament in the world lol. It's actually on right now live on stream and it's up to the grand finals.&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.stickam.com/evo2k)&lt;br /&gt;There's been a lot of crazy stuff going on , like the best players getting eliminated etc and last years second best getting knocked out to the 9th spot!&lt;br /&gt;( I don't know if I've lost you already I should probably stop )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then theres always the soccer. Hahaa Spain or netherlands? I wouldn't have a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I think it's time to really get back into shape. stupid exams, makes you eat like crazy, makes you lazy (physical wise ) and well that's just not the best mix.  ughh but where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or everytime I talk to someone they yawn.  is my topics really that boring to talk about or is my tone really that boring to listen to, or am I just really boring alltogether? HAHA on the other hand, if I talk with expression , i'm the most retarded person ever. Is there something in between? not that I know off. This is so confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-1872363958032224466?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1872363958032224466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/07/wash-rinse-and-repeat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/1872363958032224466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/1872363958032224466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/07/wash-rinse-and-repeat.html' title='wash, rinse and repeat'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-7828729201966780272</id><published>2010-07-01T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:21:58.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6:30 am in the morning. Yeah that sounds right about bed time.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Nowadays its sleep late , wake up late. I predict I'm going to wake up at about 2  ish. Thats what holidays does to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so i Finito my last exam. feeling was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you just hate it, when  during Swotvac, you have so much things you want to do, but as soon as it's over its : either you don't know where to start or you don't want to do it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans these holidays? Got anything special going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Kinda only have one main thing I'm looking forward to : Avcon 2010. I can strut my street fighter skills off :O Better start training hard for that too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That actually sounds quite sad... lol. Yeah I question  myself why do I even still play the game? A form of recognition? finally something im half decent at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random topic of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often or how deep do you judge people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean this can be people you just met to friends.&lt;br /&gt;Is it enough to notice one bad thing to judge them on all bad things of them? Do you judge them on how they dress? What they say? Their actions? their body language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Try not to judge but rather, look for some meaning or reasoning by their actions. Was it due to inexperience (Noobiness), Lazy, accidental? perhaps thats judging in a form anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wierd. There are just some people you can get along really fine, but others will hate you for being yourself. Is that due to bad judgement?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-7828729201966780272?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7828729201966780272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/07/630-am-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/7828729201966780272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/7828729201966780272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/07/630-am-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-7324946807801312609</id><published>2010-06-13T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T10:55:36.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm?</title><content type='html'>It's been a while. too long perhaps. alot has happened since. Not neglecting my blog or anything but rather the all 'im to busy' excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first exam is in 5 days. not really prepared for it at all -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you have anatomy. sighzor. Guess it could be worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how everyone going nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update when time becomes my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sites.google.com/site/anoblejlw/comic_exam_2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 246px;" src="http://sites.google.com/site/anoblejlw/comic_exam_2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-7324946807801312609?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7324946807801312609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/06/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/7324946807801312609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/7324946807801312609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/06/hmm.html' title='hmm?'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-6028300413854874748</id><published>2010-05-21T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T12:19:38.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of our lives</title><content type='html'>What a situation I'm in. it's 3:00 am and I'm in uni at city east in the computer sweep. I'm pretty sure everyones asleep, so I'm not going to be bothered giving them a call to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;Since then alot has happened. I guess it's the reason I blog is to stop and think about how are things shaping up. hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was about last week that I entered a street fighter 4 tournament (i suppose it could be compared to state league) and placed second. But Although that sounds good and all, there wernt many good players there (prob 5 max ) and I know quite a few more people who DIDN'T enter the tournament who are just as exceptionally good. Having said that, I dont think it was a very well representation of who was the "best" in south australia, but it's not like i'm complaining ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the winner, who's an absolute beast (in sf4) turns out to be a 1st year uni student studying science at adelaide. It's funny, because we are actually really good friends now ( competativeness is still there, he beats me much more then i can him ...). The Winner of the competition gets to go to sydney (FOR FREE) and compete in the national tournament. second .. doesn't get anything (which totally sucks.. oh well) but I've decided to go anyway despite paying for my own tickets : mainly because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I still have a chance to compete in nationals just have to start at the bottom of the list.&lt;br /&gt;b) I was asked to represent team Adelaide ( team games will be there, teams consist of 3 people)&lt;br /&gt;c) Support my friends entering&lt;br /&gt;d) Meet the top players in australia who I vs online at home&lt;br /&gt;e) Get to see the top player in the world fight off (might even take a picture with him, his celebrity status in the world of fighting games )&lt;br /&gt;f) I get to go to sydney for the first time and  explore for a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 finalists of this nationals tournament THEN gets to go to las vegas and particpate in the "world" championships representing Australias best. How epic is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now you've probably stop reading, because its so boring and you want to get to some interesting stuff....So I ask myself, why am I still doing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm young (19) and want to enjoy it while I still can ( even if it is sf related...)&lt;br /&gt;I'm single, which means i have time on my hands and can do whaaaaaaaatever I want :) as long as it doesn't effect my studies, then Its fine. If i suck at sf so badly I always have uni to lay back on.  (though im still behind lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds kinda stupid and maybe lame, but think of it like this. Do you have a hobby? is it piano? badminton? cars? chatting up girls/boys?( I suck at all those btw) lol. Exactly its something we enjoy. Imagine taking it those activities the next level, were technique, execution, knowledge and mind games form the basis of your skills ( can be applied to all of them albeit piano). This is what I'm talking about. It's deeper then you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time  theres alot more to life then this. I am very aware of that too. It's just a phase I'm in and when I do eventually exit and move on with life ( you know.. get the job, the girlfriend :), have the car to take her out and do all sorts of crazy stuff ) then that will be the end of it. I'll have a memory to look back and say (yeah I was one of the best at sf4 in my days... hah) but until then, enjoy it while your young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest though, I'd never talk about this to anyone. Its kind of like vanta by day, street fighter by night. or something.  not the person to talk about myself at all. kind of hey whats up yeah nothings going on. whod be interested in this stuff anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flight to sydney will be on the 27th,  going for the weekend. it's quite exciting though, can't wait! but i'll behind a weekend on uni. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only place were I can be selfish and talk nonstop about myself. I rarely do it on facebook, msn or in real life. It's like the world revolves around you when you do stuff like that, and hat can be spared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen my friends in such a long time though... Its busy exam period though too but I wouldnt mind catching up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sf games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarter Finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UQL3iByV9kQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UQL3iByV9kQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semi Finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XbgcLFdWkJ0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XbgcLFdWkJ0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pwDNBxirchc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pwDNBxirchc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to finish off a relly nice music video... Well i found it sweet and enjoyable:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eivjMgWu3JA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eivjMgWu3JA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/4345208838924315882-6028300413854874748?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6028300413854874748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/05/days-of-our-lives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/6028300413854874748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/6028300413854874748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/05/days-of-our-lives.html' title='Days of our lives'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-7207247822937543945</id><published>2010-05-10T10:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:41:16.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SSF4</title><content type='html'>Been a while since my last update. been so busy with heaps of stuff. ..&lt;br /&gt;nah not really - the new street fighter locked me up in my room for quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways so whats been happening since..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the haircut - its the first thing everyone notices : Vanta you look different what happened?&lt;br /&gt;" Oh i Shaved, that's all"&lt;br /&gt;lol. However it is growing out pretty fast, so by the time you see me again, it'll be normal again so hahah :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah unis started and its getting hectic, zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays past, caterings past, yada yada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its actualy 3 am in the morning so ill elaborate on something another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then - waves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-7207247822937543945?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7207247822937543945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/05/ssf4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/7207247822937543945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/7207247822937543945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/05/ssf4.html' title='SSF4'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-2046762016806013519</id><published>2010-04-22T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T11:30:13.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uni again &gt;_&gt;</title><content type='html'>and the mid semester break has come to an end. yikes that was fast.&lt;br /&gt;Its the last Thursday night of the break, 3:25 am in the morning and there are 2 reasons why I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;- Sleeping patterns are screwed&lt;br /&gt;- Have this crazy sore throat with a persistent cough. ( damn bro ) Argh its such a pain in the butt. Can't even drink properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I try sleeping and it doesn't work; whats next best thing? blog about it. lame. As far as the holidays went, it was alright. Had a few catch up with friends including a movie, a party, the odd day at work and the recently passed Khmer New year, with good food. mmm. It was quite eventful actually.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; But yeah&lt;/span&gt; nothing really to big or life changing occurred - is that a good thing or a bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uni starts in about 4 days for me (start on weds) and I suppose I'm not really looking too forward to it ( means i got to massive study again, exams, tests, quizzes to catch up on )  and what could be worse when uni starts right before the release of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Super Street fighter 4&lt;/span&gt; comes out ( On Thursday which is totally exciting, from a gamers point of view...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought : do you ever get the feeling you tend to be overlooked, underestimated and well,  even just not noticed ? i guess it happens for me time to time, and it doesn't look so good, so I usually talk to those who are in that situation too, because its nice being talked to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec0nd random thought: Its interesting how everyone has a different type of  humor. I mean some are mutual ( cracking an awesome joke ) and there are just some friends who have the best sense of humor ever. Then you get the times where it's only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; laughing uncontrollably in a situation that isn't meant to be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day when we were bike riding, a friend fell off his bike. Do you find falls any bit humerus? some find laughing at them offensive. I don't, I think it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the funniest thing ever.&lt;/span&gt; The friend fell down and was in a light degree of pain, but I coudnt stop laughing. He had scratches on his fingers, his back, his shoulders, his knees, his waist and his helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Haven't laughed so much in ages man, because the guy kinda deserved the fall ( for being a jerk half the time ) so he kinda got what was coming. Of course I asked if he was alright and all but it was just too much for me to keep in.  The motion of him falling just kept replaying in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways that totally made my day, I'm never going to let this go on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-2046762016806013519?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2046762016806013519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/04/uni-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/2046762016806013519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/2046762016806013519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/04/uni-again.html' title='Uni again &gt;_&gt;'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-3659713833186864484</id><published>2010-04-11T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T09:38:56.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Semester break 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First two days of holidays gone, ALREADY. But it was a good start, because med rad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pub crawl was awesomeness cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LYM4Psc1o/S8H6oIgqhPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eF32JgSXGEo/s1600/24508_380285443283_508708283_4044089_373032_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LYM4Psc1o/S8H6oIgqhPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eF32JgSXGEo/s320/24508_380285443283_508708283_4044089_373032_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458919790735951090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shout out to Med Raders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the next night I had work. &gt;_&gt; but it wasn't too bad. One of the free perks as a wedding caterer is the free entertainment.  This time around, it was a Chinese wedding, and plenty of old people went ( and left quite early to lol ) About half way through the wedding though, the bridal party gathered on the dance floor and out of nowhere the groom put on an usher like hat, and started dancing to the music, which, mind you, was put in a well choreographic manner. Soon enough, the other males of the bridal party started dancing all in sync and what you saw was a miniature backstreet boys like dance that gave the bride &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a night to remember&lt;/span&gt;. It was repeated with the girls in sexy stylish dance  later too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, you get to see  what works and what doesn't. For example, this couple had an Ice sculpture of a groom and a bride kissing, sort of like a center piece which was pretty cool. Something to oversee for when my awesome wedding day comes.. (Kinda want my wedding to be memorial too but thats not going to happen anytime soon  though D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 1st mid semester break of 2010... What plans do you have for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-3659713833186864484?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/3659713833186864484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/04/1st-semester-break-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/3659713833186864484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/3659713833186864484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/04/1st-semester-break-2010.html' title='1st Semester break 2010'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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/_e7LYM4Psc1o/S8H6oIgqhPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eF32JgSXGEo/s72-c/24508_380285443283_508708283_4044089_373032_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345208838924315882.post-2349852587997225209</id><published>2010-04-02T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T07:12:46.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing on you</title><content type='html'>Ever notice when two swans meet, they make.. a love heart shape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/APPOD/personaluse2_6686739~Two-Swans-Swim-in-a-Lake-in-the-English-Garden-in-Munich-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/APPOD/personaluse2_6686739~Two-Swans-Swim-in-a-Lake-in-the-English-Garden-in-Munich-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah its old news so you've probably have heard that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched she's outa my league today. Must say it isn't a bad movie, but isn't anything special, very solid,though it has it's awkward moments.&lt;br /&gt;But it's good in that I can relate to that quite a bit. The whole concept, you kinda want it to be true, but you kinda know it wont ever happen lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 assessments this week... though -.-&lt;br /&gt;but it should be okay .. med rad pubcrawl. Wonder how that will go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing on you (bobby) is a good song, Might I recommend it? :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-2349852587997225209?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2349852587997225209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/04/nothing-on-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/2349852587997225209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/2349852587997225209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/04/nothing-on-you.html' title='Nothing on you'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-170643565001812615</id><published>2010-03-26T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:34:42.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Round 1... FIGHT</title><content type='html'>Today was... at least something.&lt;br /&gt;Entered a Street fighter 4 tournament (16 players).&lt;br /&gt;Contained quite a few pros, and last years Avcon winner, Peter.&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, I actually wrote this long article about vsing him in Avcon, because I was that excited ( but looking at it now, I've realised how lame it is..)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways long story short, I won it with no use of my "lives"(You get a second chance if you lose). The prize? nothing really except a free energy drink and the respect of other players. I mean, no one knew who I was, so I was like, an underdog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you... can be bothered at all , here's a clip of oa couple  of my fights against a pro guy. ( WOW IM ON YOUTUBE! one of the players records and hosts the best matches of the night on youtube.., but its not the greatest quality.) If you do decide to watch, at least watch until the ending; I promise it was a very tight ending match, with an explosive finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semi Finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fL-9mPYkIo8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fL-9mPYkIo8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C7hBWUG_H9Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C7hBWUG_H9Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's hard if you don't really understand SF4, because you don't appreciate the technique/skill and subtle mind games that make the game so enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway during the game, thoughts were racing through my mind. Thoughts, like I had to prove something. Prove that If I really focused and put my mind on something, then I could get to where I wanted. Channeling all the thoughts and making it a purpose to win... But I was also fighting, just so I could stand out, maybe even get noticed. Fighting for something...someone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long can I keep doing this? It's just a leisure thing, but just as a way to escape reality once in a while. which comes crash-landing back right after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-170643565001812615?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/170643565001812615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/03/round-1-fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/170643565001812615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/170643565001812615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/03/round-1-fight.html' title='Round 1... FIGHT'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-5679685175668735236</id><published>2010-03-20T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T08:38:08.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shift Into Turbo</title><content type='html'>Don't you just hate it, when you think of a plan, get WAY too excited about what could happen, and you decide to initiate , but even during that first vital step, you hit an obstacle?&lt;br /&gt;Now ideally speaking, you would try your best to get around such things. No really you would. But even then you have limits and your plan doesn't follow through, or openings you had hoped would never appear. Oh well, I'm sure there will be other chances, though time is ticking away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Time waits for no-one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway in other news, Learned how to drive manual the other day which wasn't too shabby. Was tricky at first, with the bunnyhops and stalls, but got used to it fast. I'd like to think my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;leveled up&lt;/span&gt; hand-eye coordination (from gaming xD) helped me through that haha. It's just a shame that some people can take &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so long&lt;/span&gt; to just to learn manual *cough* or to to drive overall *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to the brother who owns that manual evo 3, and found out his got some contraption that doesn't make you clutch for the first 3 gears. Sure makes life easer. Moving from stationary to first gear is the hardest part from what I hear and yeah it's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... my new fight stick came in. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(wth is that?)&lt;/span&gt; Here's a picture. Pretty neat huh? &lt;br /&gt;nah prob not, probably thinking geez vanta your the biggest geek for buying such a thing lol. ( I am though technically, just no body knows )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LYM4Psc1o/S6TOnNy9uSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VcS4R46e0Qc/s1600-h/Image0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LYM4Psc1o/S6TOnNy9uSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VcS4R46e0Qc/s320/Image0196.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450708622138784034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to this Avcon guy, they say the new super street fighter tournament is gonna be bigger. 1st prize .. $1000, second is like $500 or something and then 3rd and 4th is a stick. He also mentioned people would be flying in from other states to compete in this tournament. I suppose that kills any chance of me winning, but still, I'll give it a good shot. how exciting :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway uni is also getting pretty intense now, so I should really focus. gotta do well... D:!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-5679685175668735236?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5679685175668735236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/03/shift-into-turbo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/5679685175668735236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/5679685175668735236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/03/shift-into-turbo.html' title='Shift Into Turbo'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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/_e7LYM4Psc1o/S6TOnNy9uSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VcS4R46e0Qc/s72-c/Image0196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345208838924315882.post-3564674377189535803</id><published>2010-03-15T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T07:14:17.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haru Haru</title><content type='html'>Haven't updated for a while, but does anyone actually still reads this? hopefully  not any pedo's either&lt;br /&gt;Aih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the thing to say when you see your partner naked?&lt;br /&gt;" I want you  "&lt;br /&gt;hahah wanted to share that. That was based of a vote from a mag I Read a while ago, Mens health I think. speaking of Mens health, haven't read a magazine for ages.  Especially K-zone. Remembering back in year 3 buying my first copy and then buying every other copy until year 6-7 because it was the thing i Looked forwarded to everymonth of schoo. do. Nowadays it's every time the show comes up, The k-zone show bag is a staple. (reminisce that childhood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I've found my second home. Its the Mawsons lakes campus library. Been "studying" there for a bit now and it's incredibly peaceful albeit quiet. But after 2 hours of raw studying, it gets absolutely boring. Like painfully boring you want something to jump out and scare the living daylights out of you.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess if your free within the vicinity, come say hi, it'll be a nice welcoming change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-3564674377189535803?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/3564674377189535803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/03/haru-haru.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/3564674377189535803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/3564674377189535803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/03/haru-haru.html' title='Haru Haru'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-2920672974478246853</id><published>2010-03-04T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T08:35:28.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheres my change?</title><content type='html'>So uni has already started and the hype ( if there was any? ) has now pretty much died. And so we've all established ourselves and had a sneak peak on whats yet to come in terms of our course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hell. it looks hard. like crazily hard. but I Guess uni has always been like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So onto today random topic. hm well..&lt;br /&gt;Why did I pick the Title "life's little knacks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The definition of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;knack&lt;/span&gt;, according to word net ::&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bent: a special way of doing something; "he had a bent for it"; "he had a special knack for getting into trouble"; "he couldn't get the hang of it" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a sense it's like " life's little ways of doing things",you know getting around, understanding, witnessing, experiencing etc. which is whats suppose to be written here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a person that embraces change or dreads it? I suppose there's a billion factors that could effect your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The extent of change, what kind of change, the significance of change.. you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I'm referring to is changes in a people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how one day you could be talking like there was no tomorrow, and the next it's a simply hello.good day.goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;It was as if you had to introduce yourself all over again. LAME.&lt;br /&gt;And yet that's just totally inevitable.  yep. Everyday you see the gap get wider and wider. Ever wonder why? Did something happen while you were away? Did you do something wrong? Maybe you weren't really that much to them ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... what to do. I guess all you can do is change along with them?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your not busy, then may I ask if you take 1 minute of your time to watch this nice short film. it's pretty cool and it's only 1 minute =D ( Double click film for whole file )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="19.25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QKk7g1Yisco&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QKk7g1Yisco&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4345208838924315882-2920672974478246853?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2920672974478246853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/03/wheres-my-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/2920672974478246853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/2920672974478246853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/03/wheres-my-change.html' title='Wheres my change?'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-5709885975475852740</id><published>2010-02-24T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:08:39.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitting that right note</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Just so you know.. most of these posts are written.... like at 1:30 am in the morning. It's quiet, everyone's asleep, including &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; (unless your hardcore partying o_o) and reading it any other time would make it sound weird if it isn't weird enough already. Best if it's in the same settings you know? but it's peaceful nevertheless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's it going to be this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've had that urge to learn a new piano song, but since I no longer have the keyboard with me ( cousin took it back ) that's near to impossible . I'll eventually get it back someday.. but in the meantime I'm also slowly but surely forgetting how to play the 1 and a half songs I already know HOW to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the first song I can play, completed, and sounds exactly like it: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uuCFRfKv5Ww&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uuCFRfKv5Ww&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; take the time to listen, then yes, it's quite the emo song, HAHA, but I love it, for it's simplicity and cleanliness (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up we have a song that I only know how to half play, the fingers got way to tricky at about 40 second mark. Seriously going to beat it someday -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aE-flTRaDuk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aE-flTRaDuk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a nice song that reminds me of the childhood memories ) which also hints a bit of romance? (the main character, who is clearly nervous, is on an awkward date with his love interest when the song plays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, even though these pieces are no where near Beethoven or Mozart, for someone who has no idea how to read scores, let alone not no anything to do with music, I'd say it's a fairly decent try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but uni's gong to start soon.. T_T at least the people there are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AWESOME CHEESE&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto today's random topic:  are you one of those people who are popular? I bet you are, or you're just being modest.&lt;br /&gt;like, you sign in on msn : 10 conversations that go &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hey !&lt;/span&gt; pop up and you suddenly find yourself in some balancing act trying to remember who you last replied to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that or, even on fb, you post a remark/statement and you get a billion replies ? that's just win. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe even in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;real life&lt;/span&gt; (lol) you've always got people around you, and finding that perfect time to strike a 1 on 1 conversation with that person.. seems merely impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dw, about 90% of the time you'll see me by myself, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't love to have a conversation too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-5709885975475852740?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5709885975475852740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/02/hitting-that-right-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/5709885975475852740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/5709885975475852740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/02/hitting-that-right-note.html' title='Hitting that right note'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-4926035796595500380</id><published>2010-02-16T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T07:31:52.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh not uni</title><content type='html'>Oh my, less then 2 weeks before uni starts.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting for some, not so for others; and so which do you fit in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed feelings here. One side is sick of lazying around on your ass and having that urge to go out and learn something new, but the other screams waking up early, catching the train, and  late nights at the library studying for tests and not so much games. and whats worse, the party season's dying too. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so many changes have already begun, seriously.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I brace myself for yet another year of uncertainty , I cannot help but wonder what the future holds in terms of well, you know :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean the crazyness of 2010 has already started if you ask me.  AHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and needa get teh study mojo back too -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now onto something incredibly random:&lt;br /&gt; When you talk to people.. be it anyone, do you give them eye contact?&lt;br /&gt; It's funny how i notice the way people do it. I look for about 3 seconds then glance away for like 5 seconds and then repeat. some people give you full eye contact during the conversation, and others don't look at all. is it out of shyness or are they simply staring at your face? hmm. I dunno, i find it pretty hard to give one full eye contact. feels weird. must be an Asian thing. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah Happy Chinese new year and valentines! =) hope it was somewhat enjoyable !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanta signing off, over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-4926035796595500380?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/4926035796595500380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-not-uni.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/4926035796595500380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/4926035796595500380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-not-uni.html' title='Oh not uni'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-3392655013301320411</id><published>2010-02-08T20:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:20:45.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proposal through a video game?</title><content type='html'>So was youtubing randomly the other day and came across  a video of one of my favourite childhood games: chrono trigger. The video was pretty ingenius though, for it tells about a guy hacking into the game his girlfriend was playing and proposing through the game. It's got alot of gamers envious and I guess only the girl who was a gamer herself, would appreciate this unique way of proposing. Seriously go see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note : the actual area where the guy is is NOT in the game, it was his hack. The people he talks to doesn't exist too. The hacker boyfriend made the words said by the characters. I'd say skip to 4 minute mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way she said yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7_HMLvLB7b0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7_HMLvLB7b0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4345208838924315882-3392655013301320411?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/3392655013301320411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/02/proposal-through-video-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/3392655013301320411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/3392655013301320411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/02/proposal-through-video-game.html' title='Proposal through a video game?'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-6634647173296831329</id><published>2010-02-03T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:23:47.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you look like your mum.</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how people resemble their parents sometimes. No seriously, it's crazy. Like you take the eyes and nose of one  and borrow the mouth and ears of the other; plug it on the face and presto. You have your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, as people grow older, resemblances intensify. No you don't agree with me? hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well on the topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a theory I like to ask people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good looking parents have an okay looking children&lt;br /&gt;and okay looking parents have good looking children  ( and i suppose if your in between you stay in between )&lt;br /&gt;You think? I see it alot actually and it does seem to have its merits... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you can't see any resemblence of me and neice Ariya? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LYM4Psc1o/S2miSLVN5aI/AAAAAAAAADo/hrWdYEdlr60/s1600-h/22679_287303854248_630174248_3371654_1286978_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LYM4Psc1o/S2miSLVN5aI/AAAAAAAAADo/hrWdYEdlr60/s320/22679_287303854248_630174248_3371654_1286978_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434052858562340258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-6634647173296831329?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6634647173296831329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-look-like-your-mum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/6634647173296831329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/6634647173296831329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-look-like-your-mum.html' title='you look like your mum.'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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/_e7LYM4Psc1o/S2miSLVN5aI/AAAAAAAAADo/hrWdYEdlr60/s72-c/22679_287303854248_630174248_3371654_1286978_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345208838924315882.post-829855924608000405</id><published>2010-01-31T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T07:09:49.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have a joystick in your car?</title><content type='html'>Picture a party like atmosphere, with the Playstation 3 up and ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanta: So.. do you play street fighter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Guy: Yeah I do man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanta: You good?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LYM4Psc1o/S2WZgGqiIlI/AAAAAAAAADY/CGQGM4Zy598/s1600-h/17351_473737310120_579555120_11029459_1892971_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Guy:  I bet I can own you  but I can only play with the joystick, not the controller...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanta: I brought a joystick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy: What the hell you serious? ahaha who brings a joystick around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanta: yeah.. was playing at a friends place before, just happens to be in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Guy: I bet you knew there was going to be Street fighter 4 at this party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanta : I had some idea. But I'm better with the joystick then I am with the controller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy: I don't care I'm still going to use the joystick anyway and beat your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vanta goes and gets the joystick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanta : lets do this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vanta chooses guile. Guy chooses Vega . Vanta thinks " if he can use Vega he must know how to get around. hardly anyone I know uses Vega..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match starts off. sonic boom! sonic boom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LYM4Psc1o/S2WZgGqiIlI/AAAAAAAAADY/CGQGM4Zy598/s1600-h/17351_473737310120_579555120_11029459_1892971_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LYM4Psc1o/S2WZgGqiIlI/AAAAAAAAADY/CGQGM4Zy598/s320/17351_473737310120_579555120_11029459_1892971_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432917302316245586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some guy... as shown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes later. Vega: AGGHHHHH - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guile WINS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy : Woah man you're good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanta : go rematch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes later again : Guile wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy : Okay you beat me. You're heaps good man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanta : I'm sorry.. what did you say before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some guy : didn't know you'd be that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- during the match I noticed he was above the average street fighter 4 player. I mean no wonder he felt confident he could beat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanta : good but not great, there's still so much things that need to be mastered in this game. Compared to tournament players. I get smashed by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy : Don't know what your on about but your still damn good. David by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanta : Vanta ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next hour consists of me ripping apart 12 other players wit my guile and joystick while a small crowd ttries to cheer on someone who can beat me. no one does. Everyone's just like ... what the.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LYM4Psc1o/S2WZxYUXeoI/AAAAAAAAADg/Lapa23LkYRI/s1600-h/17351_473742415120_579555120_11029569_3054236_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LYM4Psc1o/S2WZxYUXeoI/AAAAAAAAADg/Lapa23LkYRI/s320/17351_473742415120_579555120_11029569_3054236_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432917599112886914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous joystick. Noticed how I keep a smile when i play my opponents. In the mean time they look to be concentrating to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...  just another street fighting day for me. Sorry for the boring post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-829855924608000405?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/829855924608000405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-have-joystick-in-your-car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/829855924608000405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/829855924608000405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-have-joystick-in-your-car.html' title='You have a joystick in your car?'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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/_e7LYM4Psc1o/S2WZgGqiIlI/AAAAAAAAADY/CGQGM4Zy598/s72-c/17351_473737310120_579555120_11029459_1892971_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345208838924315882.post-4892390076759632912</id><published>2010-01-24T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:04:03.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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Noooooo more sleeping in!&lt;br /&gt;So last night I agreed to do some catering for a wedding and you know, it was a pretty good experience overall.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it depends on how you see it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- A small wedding with only 20 tables total (40’s average), &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;good for a newbie to start off with (only assigned two tables).&lt;br /&gt;- Worked with some friends to take the pressure off being judged? xD&lt;br /&gt;- Met some new people too&lt;br /&gt;- Owners of the cater company were awesomely friendly&lt;br /&gt;- Moving around carrying heavy food means you’re getting a free workout.&lt;br /&gt;- Wedding atmosphere with all its gimmicks included; dancing, socialising and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt;? :D&lt;br /&gt;- Free wedding food was such a bonus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However; another wedding was going on at the same time at another place. Told it had about 60ish tables there?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Huge) And with so many people, there’s no wonder that friend of mine working there was going off about seeing a once in a life time “10”. The first 10 he had given ever! She must of been something then hey. Told she was a half cast too. I didn’t see any 10’s where I was working though D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess when it comes to 10’s, you think to yourself &lt;i style=""&gt;there’s absolutely no way whatsoever I’d get with her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and you pretty much sealed&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;all opportunities before you even get started. I know heaps of friends (guys) like that, and it’s no wonder they’ve always been single and still are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s probably an Asian thing to be shy and how you were brought up being told to not take risks or something. That's why I’m in the same boat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Guess times are changing, and when you sense that the timings right, you become non-Asian just for the moment ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of reminds me of that video clip Just a Nice Guy. So.. if you really have nothing else better to do (hence why your reading this in the first place) then give it a watch. It’s not that long and it’s pretty sweet, albeit cliché. Oh yeah the girl starring in the clip would definitely be a 10 in my books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZrnK-qPARYI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZrnK-qPARYI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&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/4345208838924315882-4892390076759632912?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/4892390076759632912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/end-is-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/4892390076759632912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/4892390076759632912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/end-is-coming.html' title='The end is coming'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-6883205823143093937</id><published>2010-01-11T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T06:59:08.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so hot?</title><content type='html'>Far out it's so hot.  go outside for 2 mins and come back in,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; instant free tan.&lt;/span&gt; Simply walking to&lt;br /&gt;the fridge to get a drink is a workout . what is this world coming too.&lt;br /&gt;Its still pretty cool to walk half naked around the house and not get told off though. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily there's a cool change tomorrow, 26 degrees for once!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto today's random topic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep in PJ's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've don't actually. It's usually shorts, a t or a singlet or even just boxers. I've never grown accustom to PJ's. Weird isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post because it's so friggen hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, to all those reading this; it's probably been ages since I caught up with you at least 1 on 1 since the holidays. So...Vanta says Hi! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Bold" title="Bold" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-6883205823143093937?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6883205823143093937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-so-hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/6883205823143093937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/6883205823143093937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-so-hot.html' title='Why so hot?'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-678705285082062463</id><published>2010-01-06T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T07:05:15.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Memories</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one with this concept in mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Music has that ability to capture all the memories associated to the events within the time of playing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That probably didn't make sense at all did it? What I mean is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you listen to a song you like, a new song especially, whatever the events  going around you (  be it formal, party, get togethers) you attach memories  to the song. As a result, every time you play that song, in a week or a month away, memories come flooding back from the event and you reminisce . Please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example, the overplayed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris browns - Forever&lt;/span&gt;. Every time I Hear that song play, I think formal.. because that was the first time I heard the song. It was played so much it was bashed into my brain and I knew the lyrics off by heart. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another would be my 17th. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only have feelings for you - Fahrenheit&lt;/span&gt;  was played during karaoke-ing and was a hit for me. woo! you should check out the clip if you haven't already : it's cute !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I've just exited the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black eye peas - I gotta feeling phase&lt;/span&gt; which has all the memories associated with the days leading to New Years Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have another concept I'd think would be agreeable to most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When someone gives you a song, anytime you listen to that song, you remember that person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda reminds me of the Newtons laws of physics, but now with the law of memories/music? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I think anyway. Don't you think it's true though? I"m sure all of you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reading this&lt;/span&gt; has a song that when you play, they pop into your mind. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what song are you into right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Domino - David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt; : It's a nice song, not so catchy though. Been listening to this a while now prob move onto something new soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's it for today, might expand on another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        and Happy Birthday Kevin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LYM4Psc1o/S0SmdG-43VI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rl2xL_CWPtk/s1600-h/18564_250526700733_692730733_4903112_2089883_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LYM4Psc1o/S0SmdG-43VI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rl2xL_CWPtk/s320/18564_250526700733_692730733_4903112_2089883_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423642870281723218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, passed the VORT test! about time too -_- . Thus, should  be getting  the P's real soon! now all I need is a sweet car, some money and well, you know. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-678705285082062463?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/678705285082062463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/musical-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/678705285082062463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/678705285082062463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2010/01/musical-memories.html' title='Musical Memories'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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/_e7LYM4Psc1o/S0SmdG-43VI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rl2xL_CWPtk/s72-c/18564_250526700733_692730733_4903112_2089883_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345208838924315882.post-6225607559645471391</id><published>2009-12-30T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T16:13:19.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>two thousand and ten</title><content type='html'>It's the last post for 2009... *how depressing sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kidding HAHAHA *stands tall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought year 12 went fast.  I was wrong. 2009 smashed 2008. Actually, it feels like 2008 was only yesterday. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back I guess it's been one hell of a ride. So many things accomplished, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow along the way I've got hold of some pretty darn cool friends ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heres a salute to all of you's .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salutes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yeah and as far as new year resolutions are concerned, well I have a few, and I better keep them quiet ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Years !!!!! Bring on 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-6225607559645471391?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6225607559645471391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-last-post-for-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/6225607559645471391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/6225607559645471391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-last-post-for-2009.html' title='two thousand and ten'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-5223105571453411824</id><published>2009-12-28T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T09:26:17.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play it like theres no tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>When I'm bored. I blog. It's as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because i'm so bored right now im going to blog. I like my logic too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I went to a friends birthday and guess what I did there...?&lt;br /&gt;Street fighter'd until I was the last one standing..&lt;br /&gt;There was some fierce competition at one point but I somehow manage to pull through, with a bit of luck hahaha. and now i'm known as the (obsessed?) Street Fighter kid. No I'm not crazy.. it's just a recreational thing, like when people badminton, play poker or facebook, I sf4. ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto something random:&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could play piano. I'd trade my street fighter skills to be able to play the piano anyday! Seriously. My parents forbidded me. Long story. but it'd be amazing to be able to play. Heck, i'd even force my kids to learn to play it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-5223105571453411824?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5223105571453411824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/12/play-it-like-theres-no-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/5223105571453411824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/5223105571453411824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/12/play-it-like-theres-no-tomorrow.html' title='Play it like theres no tomorrow.'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-4451341563904340326</id><published>2009-12-24T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T07:03:42.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a  bird, it's a plane, no it's... a bird!</title><content type='html'>I was on my daily walk from the Asian grocery today, when a bird swooped just to the side of me. Instantly, I thought there was something unusual about this particular bird. It flew so elegantly, gliding in the wind with a shape that looked all too familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could it be?&lt;/span&gt; I thought to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly gave chase until I found myself right beneath it, as it perched itself high onto the cable lines. It lay at rest, surveying the area for any threats or food to be hunted. It then looked right at me, giving me this long dagger- like stare in which, I stared backed. I couldn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Peregrine Falcon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.davidjesus-naturephotography.com/images/334_NEW_hawk_515Adult_Peregrine_Falcon_4-8-06_Headlands_4791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 204px;" src="http://www.davidjesus-naturephotography.com/images/334_NEW_hawk_515Adult_Peregrine_Falcon_4-8-06_Headlands_4791.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen one in real life before. I could only recognize it from the many pictures I've seen on the net.&lt;br /&gt;But why did this bird fascinate me in particular? It was way back in year 4, that I had to do research and a presentation on an endangered species and as you would have guessed it, mine was on this bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I can remember, the falcon is known to be the fastest animal in the world; (reaching speeds of up to 320 km - Wikipedia). It's diet consists of other birds, and other smaller animals such as squirrels and humans. ( just kidding :P).&lt;br /&gt;The fact this bird is not only fast but looks stunning when it's in action ( or hunting) makes it one of my favorite animals of all time. If I were to have any pet in the world, it would probably one of these babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at it though, it didn't appear to be fully matured, more like at an  adolescent stage, due to the feathers not looking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'fully ripe. '&lt;/span&gt; xD yahuh *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I only wished I had my phone on me so I could take a picture of it before it took flight once again. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where did that Pokeball go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-4451341563904340326?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/4451341563904340326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-bird-its-plane-no-its-bird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/4451341563904340326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/4451341563904340326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-bird-its-plane-no-its-bird.html' title='It&apos;s a  bird, it&apos;s a plane, no it&apos;s... a bird!'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-7100403726082638118</id><published>2009-12-21T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T06:54:21.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog's legacy</title><content type='html'>Say... fellow bloggers/readers. Here's a question. When do you cease to blog? I'm curious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would it be more of a gradual close (blog dies slowly) or an instant one..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps when you realise you don't have time to blog; through some big thing happening to you ; getting a job, moving, getting a gf, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could even be that the blog gets so boring nobody wants to read it, or your blog is just lame and people read it to get a good laugh. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'ts not that I'd stop anytime soon, just a thought.. ( well maybe.. depends on the circumstance )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-7100403726082638118?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7100403726082638118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/12/blogs-legacy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/7100403726082638118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/7100403726082638118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/12/blogs-legacy.html' title='A blog&apos;s legacy'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-4465823715116643374</id><published>2009-12-16T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:02:53.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too fast im furious</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, thanks for the cool night med raders. Although you'd probably never be reading this, only wish I didn't have to leave so frigging early to not enjoy what was left - but I'd have no ride home then. It was also getting to the good part too! aaaaargh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, My bro was the one who picked me up. He pulls up in his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;black Evo3&lt;/span&gt; and says, terminator 3 style, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hop in&lt;/span&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flyenboyzinc.co.nz/gallery2/evo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 249px;" src="http://www.flyenboyzinc.co.nz/gallery2/evo3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could really learn a lot from him. His what I'd describe as .. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;street smart&lt;/span&gt;. I mean you can be smart academically and then you be street smart.  Make sense?&lt;br /&gt;It mainly things like socializing, knowing drinks, being confident around people, knowing your rights (police wise), knowing where to be at the right place, the law, etc. . It's something you can only learn through experience. I still have hell of a long way to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, it's kind of fun when you're in his car. His a car junkie, so he knows what his car inside out. He also likes to push it to the limit too. It just so happens that during the night, an Integra was on the left lane trying to outdo my bro with a burst of acceleration on the main road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro laughs in a sadistic manner and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  No integra can beat my car &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just slams the pedal like a crazy madman and the everything becomes a mass blur, kind of like what you see in the movies. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dragging in rain!&lt;/span&gt; Dangerous much? but I have to admit; the rush you get beating the Integra with that kind of speed was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;incredible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dw I'm not as baddass as him  and wont ever will be. xD&lt;br /&gt;But It's great to have a bro who knows his car stuff, his street smarts and everything in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 21st Birthday big bro! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-4465823715116643374?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/4465823715116643374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/12/fast-service.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/4465823715116643374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/4465823715116643374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/12/fast-service.html' title='Too fast im furious'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-2602882402894985251</id><published>2009-12-14T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:47:27.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If my calculation are correct, we will have 3 ... nyahahah</title><content type='html'>Walking back from a friends place I was stopped by the friendly hey of an elderly couple whom lived just around the corner. During our brief conversation the old lady said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you've lost a lot of weight&lt;/span&gt;.  that wasn't expected. Last time I saw her was a year or two ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for those I haven't known since along time ago,then  yes, I was a little fat geeky kid at one stage. hahaha and to some degree I still am. Fairly easy to imagine? Playing video games nonstop kind of does that to you. Remember right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes to show how things can really change in the little space of 5 years. And what's to learn from all this? don't pick on fat kids or they'll hunt you down like a bear eats a fish. or like a a nerd collector obtaining the rarest Pokemon card on the planet... or like..OK I'll stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of geeky people, there's this video featuring some Asian dancers that I thought was very well executed. The scene is set with 3 geeks who create 3 cyber girls to be there ,well, entertainment. Seriously check it out, I kid you not if you're in for something awesome when youwatch. I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; going to learn that move that guy does with his hands too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bm9K6ilO1NQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bm9K6ilO1NQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Interview at the beginning - priceless xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-2602882402894985251?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2602882402894985251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-my-calculation-is-correct-we-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/2602882402894985251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/2602882402894985251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-my-calculation-is-correct-we-will.html' title='If my calculation are correct, we will have 3 ... nyahahah'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-5653904086036094218</id><published>2009-12-07T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T05:25:47.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is yours but everyone uses it more than you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It seems everyone is making full use of their holidays; whether it is working and making the dosh, catching up with friends, sightseeing, partying, going overseas, you name it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Whilst I’m stuck here trying to get my P’s, with no internet (still!) limited money and a messy desktop. At this rate, by the time people are done with the excitement of the holidays and ready to get back to uni, I’m still looking for ways to enjoy my not so awesome holidays.  xO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;In other news though, my sister gave birth to a healthy baby girl on Sunday 6/12/2009. It was actually overdue by a week and weighed 3.6ish kg, quite heavy for a child. They decided to name her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Ariya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LYM4Psc1o/Sxz-2VudA7I/AAAAAAAAADI/OvnBkwMir_M/s1600-h/10839_201494749248_630174248_3013556_238842_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LYM4Psc1o/Sxz-2VudA7I/AAAAAAAAADI/OvnBkwMir_M/s320/10839_201494749248_630174248_3013556_238842_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412481061690868658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Here’s a question. What do you think of the name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;First thing that popped into my head was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Gosh that is extremely Asian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;. My sis and her hubby, being both cambo, were keen on keeping their cambo roots and named her like that. As I think about it more, I kind of realise its uniqueness in the way that I’ve never heard of such a name. It actually sounds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; from my perspective but then hey, you be the judge.  I am yet to know what the name means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So my parents were overjoyed and you know how they are with the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It’s got my eyes, and it’s got your nose or what the, whose hair is that? &lt;/span&gt;Etc. (First grandchild for them)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder why on earth they named me my name. What do you reckon? It’s a pretty distinct name, even in (my culture) let alone the world.  I do remember someone once telling me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that’s such a cool name&lt;/span&gt;. I laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It’s nice to know when someone mentions my name, there’s none of that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which one?&lt;/span&gt;  Also, since it’s so weird and different, most people I know have no problems remembering it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vanta&lt;/span&gt; for short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have this idea that every name has to it, a personality or trait that you unconsciously judge on, based on how you knew the first person with that name. For example, I know quite a few Michaels, and the first one was kind of like a badass classmate at school (year 1 ). From then on, every time I met a new Michael, I would think of the first one and think his a badass when clearly this is not the case, but it’s just that idea of thinking of the first person of that name the moment you hear the name. ( Yeah I like to confuse people a lot... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;At one time or another, you’ve probably thought about naming your future children ( given you decided to have them). It’s a very personal choice for many couples and many don’t actually say what they’d name their child  until he/she is actually born ( so people don’t copy it before hand ). Imagine naming you’re child Megatron or Optimus though. How crazy would that be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;There are heaps of cool names out there, be it common or uncommon. Sometimes you get names that  you don’t particularly like too. Perhaps it’s due to not liking a person with that name? ( hmmm?). Occasionally however, you come across names that are so epic, it literally make you stop and admire it for like a full minute out of the sheer beautiful-ness of the name. ( I’ve only ever come across a handful though and they’re top  secret  ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;( OH and answer is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;, but of course, you knew that )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-5653904086036094218?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5653904086036094218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-yours-but-everyone-uses-it-more.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/5653904086036094218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/5653904086036094218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-yours-but-everyone-uses-it-more.html' title='What is yours but everyone uses it more than you?'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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/_e7LYM4Psc1o/Sxz-2VudA7I/AAAAAAAAADI/OvnBkwMir_M/s72-c/10839_201494749248_630174248_3013556_238842_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345208838924315882.post-5343774954582467067</id><published>2009-12-02T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T06:44:25.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only.</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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And holidays without internet is incredibly boring.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kind of makes me realise how much we ( or just me..) have become dependent on this thing we call the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;. It’s ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like you needed something so wild, so extreme, perhaps even life changing to happen? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Call me crazy, but there are times when you just have this urge to do something incredible that ought to give you the biggest adrenaline rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now base jumping, sky diving &amp;amp; bungee jumping are all activities that will give you that rush I’m looking for, but that can wait till a bit later. I was thinking perhaps in another context...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be saving some girl from getting hit from a crash, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;getting attacked by thugs or ripping off your shirt (Revealing these tight abs that you’ve been working on to impress her especially T_T) to attend her wounds?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Twilight much?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;xD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAHA YES I understand that sounds incredibly stupid/cliché/random/retarded/&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;but sometimes you just can’t help but imagine that something like that will happen. Such a dreamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as harsh as it is, the reality is, no, IT WON’ EVER HAPPENS.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sucks right? Mmmhmm. Yes, I do have some degree of sense in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a difference between an astronomer and an astronaut. One spends his whole life studying the stars whilst the other is actually up there amongst them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I mean when I say that? Perhaps I should make the switch sometime soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to do something crazy :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-5343774954582467067?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5343774954582467067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/5343774954582467067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/5343774954582467067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-only.html' title='If only.'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-1411690998429010581</id><published>2009-12-01T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:17:53.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with no net.</title><content type='html'>No I haven't been neglecting my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simply a case of not having any net to update it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already been a week and life's sure is unusual without net. Reminds me of  my primary school years where playstation and abc tv was the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Summer holidays are finally here !!!!! so you know what that means right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-1411690998429010581?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1411690998429010581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-with-no-net.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/1411690998429010581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/1411690998429010581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-with-no-net.html' title='Life with no net.'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-6948898354904817729</id><published>2009-11-26T04:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T06:12:21.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUN forest RUUUN!</title><content type='html'>Ahh found a reason to run..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have a reason to run, you keep on running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run until your legs feel like they're about to rip apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until that very last breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when you have a reason to run, you're one step closer to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.wayne.edu/jaimie/files/2009/08/running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 245px;" src="http://blogs.wayne.edu/jaimie/files/2009/08/running.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-6948898354904817729?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6948898354904817729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/11/run-forest-ruuun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/6948898354904817729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/6948898354904817729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/11/run-forest-ruuun.html' title='RUN forest RUUUN!'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-8500439922026696501</id><published>2009-11-21T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T06:10:40.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not gay at all.</title><content type='html'>New moon is currently the hottest thing around. And for many, you can either love it or hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind the series myself. I haven't read the books (yet) but only seen the first movie, and as a late teen, I can see how it entrances the audience (girls especially).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say Jacobs is the new Edward nowadays, and it's probably true.  There are a few scenes where he is topless and shows these insane abs + muscles. As a guy I'm like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; woah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he sure set the standard straight no doubt about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://twilightbookaddicts.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/jacob-black-still2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 222px;" src="http://twilightbookaddicts.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/jacob-black-still2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! quick! before this post gets any gayer, need something to balance it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://popseoul.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/boa-20080114-popseoul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 343px;" src="http://popseoul.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/boa-20080114-popseoul.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh good old Boa. That's better. ahem* anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What guy wouldn't want those killer abs to impress. seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it looks like i have my work cut out these holidays,  if you know what I mean ... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-8500439922026696501?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8500439922026696501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-gay-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/8500439922026696501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/8500439922026696501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-gay-at-all.html' title='Not gay at all.'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-5131447097832418376</id><published>2009-11-20T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T06:42:04.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2 more days of knuckling down right to the very core. It's going to be hard to focus for so long but heres a quote that i'll share to pull (me) through the last couple of days until life can resume as normal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The                            man who makes a success of an important venture never                            wails for the crowd. He strikes out for himself. It                            takes nerve, it takes a great lot of grit; but the man                            that succeeds has both. Anyone can fail. The public                            admires the man who has enough confidence in himself                            to take a chance. These chances are the main things                            after all. The man who tries to succeed must expect                            to be criticized. Nothing important was ever done but                            the greater number consulted previously doubted the                            possibility. Success is the accomplishment of that which                            most people think can't be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;b&gt;C. V. White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-5131447097832418376?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5131447097832418376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/11/here-we-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/5131447097832418376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/5131447097832418376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/11/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go!'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-2141911648847458113</id><published>2009-11-17T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:24:06.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balls on a hot day.</title><content type='html'>less then 40 hours till physiology exam.. and well it's taken longer then anticipated. but hey, at least it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somewhat&lt;/span&gt; interesting. Learning about the reproductive system and all.. =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently during hot days, your balls (&amp;amp; scrotum)  drop to relieve it of all forms of  heat because it functions best within a strict temperature range.  ( and vice versa for cold days) did you know that? because I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And despite the fact that the opposite sex is long and complicated, content wise, it's fiiiiinalllllly filled a lot of holes in my knowledge of well, women. kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I'm talking about private parts because It's still fresh in my mind from studying ( having an exam on it is totally the best excuse )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooomph anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-2141911648847458113?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2141911648847458113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/11/balls-on-hot-summer-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/2141911648847458113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/2141911648847458113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/11/balls-on-hot-summer-day.html' title='Balls on a hot day.'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345208838924315882.post-1929116773730839903</id><published>2009-11-14T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T06:50:27.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep dreaming</title><content type='html'>what do both Sam Witwicky (Transformers) and Michael angargro (The Forbidden Kingdom)&lt;br /&gt;have in common?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LYM4Psc1o/Sv7CzQa7X_I/AAAAAAAAACw/cOCqPh3Bca0/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LYM4Psc1o/Sv7CzQa7X_I/AAAAAAAAACw/cOCqPh3Bca0/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403970788728201202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LYM4Psc1o/Sv7CzrxC6MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_BqZ2ENQ36g/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LYM4Psc1o/Sv7CzrxC6MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_BqZ2ENQ36g/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403970796068726978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're both geeky people who aren't really popular, but get their lives transformed (pun itended) by some magical event which ultimately leaves them with with some incredible girl and a cool thing to go along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wish one day it'll happen to me. xD ( only in your dreams mate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha one day ... one day damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 exam down, 3 to go .... ( or 4  if you count viva)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-1929116773730839903?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1929116773730839903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/11/keep-dreaming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/1929116773730839903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/1929116773730839903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/11/keep-dreaming.html' title='Keep dreaming'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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/_e7LYM4Psc1o/Sv7CzQa7X_I/AAAAAAAAACw/cOCqPh3Bca0/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345208838924315882.post-3937638562569737747</id><published>2009-11-08T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:50:50.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer means..</title><content type='html'>Swotvac has officially started and what better way to kick it off with 6 consecutive days of &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;35 degrees+&lt;/span&gt; weather. Guess summer just couldn't wait to show it's cheeky face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what summer means right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means you start hearing the chirps of crickets amidst the warm summer nights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means you have an excuse to strut around the house in your undies, even when people are present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means the constant swatting of flies as you attempt to go outside but get ambushed by 100's of them the moment you stepped out. Also means that if the flies concentrate on someones butt, you have an excuse to laugh xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means you start profoundly sweating, even when you're doing absoultely nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means the beach is the place to be, showcasing that&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; hot&lt;/span&gt; body you've been working on since winter ( or not..) and going for that refreshing dip in the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means you start witnessing the most amazing displays of Christmas lights you've ever seen as you drive past peoples houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means the end of year is fast approaching, with Christmas &amp;amp; end of years sales; where you can buy the ps3 you've always wanted and turn that global financial crisis upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means the holiday season is in full throttle, with parties, of all types &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt; you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means the complete joy for some as they get a pleasant surprise for their score for year 12 or uni, and the anguish of others whom didn't do so well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly for many, it marks the end of one of the most wackiest years yet to come into our lives, be it first year uni, making new friends for life, relationship mishaps, breakups, makeups and for many others, a bit of soul searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows whats awaiting us in the years to come.. maybe &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; might just get lucky :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess exams have offically driven me crazy &gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-3937638562569737747?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/3937638562569737747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/11/summer-means.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/3937638562569737747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/3937638562569737747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/11/summer-means.html' title='Summer means..'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-2352632873597491007</id><published>2009-11-04T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T03:26:01.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is courage? (TBC)</title><content type='html'>Another post; thought this was worth mentioning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about the time during the end of last year. I was in this second hand store with my dad that sold a variety of random and used items; from old clothes, toys and ornaments to old smelly grandma stuff (?). One of the rooms had a massive section of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt; books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I ended up reading a few of them and decided to grab 4  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Readers Digest&lt;/span&gt; books for about 5c each that looked at least 10 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; bored. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how you have this section where people write about stories of their own life experiences and whatnot? I can distinctively remember reading this one that particularly stood out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this girl who was doing a philosophy exam. The exam was quite hard and by the time she had reached the last question, she was mentally drained. Time was also running out. The last section required her to write an essay like answer to the question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is courage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As like all the other students in the class, she thought for a bit and quickly wrote down all she could think of  that were based on philosophical concepts she had learned during the course;  definitions, diagrams, real life examples and comparisons to what wasn't courage. It was indeed a very hard exam for everyone as they could be seen pulling their hair out, thinking of ways to elaborate on it. It turns out she wrote 3 whole pages explaining this concept of courage to the best of her ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting her results back she was content to have gotten an above average mark, but was astonished at the person whom she was sitting next to, who had gotten&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; full marks&lt;/span&gt; for the essay section. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Unbelievable&lt;/span&gt; she thought, it was the hardest exam she had taken. She was curious to know how he could have  done such a feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at his paper&lt;span&gt; and discovered it was only 1 page long, had no diagrams on it and consisted of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only 2 words&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-2352632873597491007?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2352632873597491007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-courage.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/2352632873597491007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/2352632873597491007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-courage.html' title='What is courage? (TBC)'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-9180249250611597822</id><published>2009-11-01T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T04:55:11.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Up The Heat!</title><content type='html'>As you may have noticed, the blogs interface has been redisgned because:&lt;br /&gt;a) it was pretty hard to read over the rainy backdrop and &lt;br /&gt;b) Summers fast approaching so it didn't suit today's "weather"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also added a dp for completeness because every other blog has one too and I didn't =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, exam period is fast approaching and everyone's in the rush to prepare for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;- As for all the year 12 commencing exams tomorrow; Wishing you all the best that it goes fine ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adelaide uni people get their swatvac one week earlier then SA which is bad and good; depending on what you want to see it. I think it's just.. whatever xD doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I haven't really started studying too; since I still have uni, the revision process is starting a bit slower then i thought. gota start building that momentum fast :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's 36 degree's today !! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awefasdfzxcvdfasdffd&lt;br /&gt;exxxam study mode : no gaming for 24 days. Done it once, can do it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a plain post today; next time should be at least a little bit more interesting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-9180249250611597822?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/9180249250611597822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/11/turn-up-heat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/9180249250611597822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/9180249250611597822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/11/turn-up-heat.html' title='Turn Up The Heat!'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-5113364045003988422</id><published>2009-10-30T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T07:35:43.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Free Future Prospect</title><content type='html'>SHHOULD BE REVISING RIGHT NOW but I'll do it tomorrow. So brain dead arrrgaa oogabooga !aldsf;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random thought crossed my mind today; and you know how you laugh when you remember something funny? well I had one of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago, whilst on a cruise with my cousin; we were discussing about girls. It's always an interesting topic, and I guess he has had his fair share with the female counterparts. Anyways during the conversation I remember him saying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanta. If you want to know what a girl looks like years later down the track, just take a look at their mum. She'll probably end up looking like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOL'd at the thought of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on second thoughts, perhaps there's some degree of truth to it. I mean sometimes you can actually really see the resemblance between mothers and daughters &amp; fathers and sons. Especially the really big ones, i mean if the mums really (fat) it's not uncommon to see the daughter just as big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And then on the other side of the spectrum, you get the ones that totally look like they were inserted from another family. Guess it must be a gentics mix and match thing. I'd assume it works for the male side of the family too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do you fair? &lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my dad, aged in his mid 50's , is still surprisingly fit and healthy, and same goes for my mum. Neither of them is overweight, and my dad is probably a tad thinner then he should be, but i'm not complaining. looks like I'm set for a pretty okay future, aging wise. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll clean this post up later soo tired -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-5113364045003988422?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5113364045003988422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/10/free-future-prospect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/5113364045003988422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/5113364045003988422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/10/free-future-prospect.html' title='A Free Future Prospect'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-3060545537072043765</id><published>2009-10-28T05:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:14:30.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue and red.</title><content type='html'>When I woke up today I had the urge to spice up my room just so it look more classier. What better way to do that with a new wall scroll which I bought that afternoon later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I present to you my new wall scroll:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LYM4Psc1o/Sug8sojYHwI/AAAAAAAAABo/lAh4pYP7pIs/s1600-h/Image0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LYM4Psc1o/Sug8sojYHwI/AAAAAAAAABo/lAh4pYP7pIs/s320/Image0091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397630890901249794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; one on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few reasons why I choose this one in particular:&lt;br /&gt;- It's Naruto; everyone loves Naruto right? (well most people..)&lt;br /&gt;- Needed a colour to contrast with red, so why not pick a relaxing blue&lt;br /&gt;- Cool action pose :O&lt;br /&gt;- Simple design, again, in contrast to the somewhat &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;noisier&lt;/span&gt; Kingdom Hearts one.&lt;br /&gt;- Rasengan symbolizes Naruto's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;strength from within&lt;/span&gt;; willpower, determination and perseverance, to master the seemingly impossible ability; something I should be adapting for end of year exams..&lt;br /&gt;- Thought the spiral effect looked pretty neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha as you can see, I'm such a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;geek&lt;/span&gt;. But i guess, there's no point lying to people about who you truly are right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look carefully you can see my other figures; a transformer, a Gundam and a few Zoids lined up next to each other. I've been collecting them since I was a kid, because as you would know, you had to do &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; to keep you entertained during those teenage years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little snapshot of my secret room; since no one's really ever been in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-3060545537072043765?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/3060545537072043765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/10/blue-and-red.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/3060545537072043765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/3060545537072043765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/10/blue-and-red.html' title='Blue and red.'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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/_e7LYM4Psc1o/Sug8sojYHwI/AAAAAAAAABo/lAh4pYP7pIs/s72-c/Image0091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345208838924315882.post-8304024889971894205</id><published>2009-10-21T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T07:41:36.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, what was that?</title><content type='html'>Most of the time, the highlights of my days comes from bumping into school or uni friends that you haven't seen for ages and just striking up a conversation, whether it be; what they're doing right now, to what they've been doing since you last caught up. It's nice to know people are making their way slowly up the "ladder of life" and that in 10 years time, they will have something to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;(Seriously though, on a daily basis I run into so many friends ,it's insane but really cool too. you never know who going to be next too xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes though, it comes to a point where you kind of run out of things to say. and it's like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt;. And you don't know what to say, but at the same time, you really don't want to make it uncomfortable too. Then you kind of want the other person to say something to help break the ice but they don't say anything because they're either not paying attention or are stuck themselves. Then you're thinking "say something..D;. and it turns out you end up looking like an idiot trying to ask a stupid question like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so..do you like stuff?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually like people who talk a lot. They break the silence for a person who's  quiet most of the the time. They have heaps of interesting stories to say, and it's  just nice to have someone to talk to since it's can be quite a drag doing things independently almost &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt;. But then again, I can talk about things nonstop, if only people would let me xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LYM4Psc1o/St8G7AzzK2I/AAAAAAAAABg/GkeLmSbcDsY/s1600-h/nakedguy+shotgun.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e7LYM4Psc1o/St8G7AzzK2I/AAAAAAAAABg/GkeLmSbcDsY/s320/nakedguy+shotgun.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395038489512455010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-8304024889971894205?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8304024889971894205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorry-what-was-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/8304024889971894205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/8304024889971894205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorry-what-was-that.html' title='Sorry, what was that?'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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/_e7LYM4Psc1o/St8G7AzzK2I/AAAAAAAAABg/GkeLmSbcDsY/s72-c/nakedguy+shotgun.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345208838924315882.post-8499342940142720930</id><published>2009-10-20T03:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T04:46:08.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>The blasting sound of my alarm wakes me up. It's morning and I hear the chirps of  newborn birds, screeching excitedly to a new day, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to a new start in life&lt;/span&gt; . I check the time : 7:50. 20 minutes until the bus comes. The warm shower washes away my sleepiness and the scars of a late night. 15 minute shower. S*@! I'm late. I quickly get ready and walk swiftly towards the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I pass homes, I notice peoples gardens; rows upon rows of colors, all different kinds, blended in a mass heap and growing in all directions. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Spring&lt;/span&gt; I think to myself. The sun's already up high and reveals the very essence in which spring has to offer; butterflies, flowers, baby birds and beautiful warm days. I turn the corner and find the bus existing into the main road. !@%# Too late. Today's going to be a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide to walk to the train station instead. A 15 minute walk that requires me to make my way through a small alleyway entangled with flora. It's teeming with life, like Adelaide on the evening of a new years celebration. Ants were coming out, disappearing just as they would appear. A few more steps and I'm out of this place. To my dismay, a swarm of ants are concentrated on a patch grass. Close inspection reveals it to be the corpse of an unlucky baby bird. Poor thing, not once was it able to see the light of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just another day for me, in a different text i suppose. felt like a bit of story writing, since I haven't done one in a while. still so noob. mm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-8499342940142720930?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8499342940142720930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/10/blasting-sound-of-my-alarm-wakes-me-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/8499342940142720930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/8499342940142720930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/10/blasting-sound-of-my-alarm-wakes-me-up.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-1937046845545805046</id><published>2009-10-09T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T01:03:08.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a mixture of a world</title><content type='html'>Interesting isn't it.. with the amount of interaction between people of different cultures nowadays,  couples and ultimately family upbringings end up being, well mixed. Instead of just having single race parents, like mine, we are slowly but surely getting individuals of different races ending up with each other. And fortunately, it miraculously turns out that their children end up being &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;good looking&lt;/span&gt; (9/10 times anyway..) and they get to experience the joys of 2 different cultures.&lt;br /&gt;I know a few people who are mixed or in the processing mixing, with some examples of different nationalities including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chink/Cambo - "Cambo-nese"&lt;br /&gt;Chink/Viet&lt;br /&gt;Viet/Cambo &lt;br /&gt;Thai/Cambo&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian/Aust&lt;br /&gt;Phillopines/Aust&lt;br /&gt;Indian/Chink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now, my friends who are couples are mixing *cough* Laos/Chinese anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it appears that I know a lot of Chinese/Viet or Chinese/Cambo hybrids then any other mix. And for the sake of it, my hairdressers Chinese/Cambo herself but has a Cambo husband :O. And they all have one thing in common - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;good looking&lt;/span&gt; children.&lt;br /&gt;It's probably a genetics thing; If i can recall correctly, the more variance in the genes there is ( people from different regions ) the more better of chances for survival (increased immunity to specific disease per region or something..) okay.. umm lets just say its better for ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is exactly is the point of all this? well, I don't know about you, but I think intermixing &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ROCKS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it'll be one awesome experience to see the likes of living through another ones cultural ideas. Surely there would be similarities in some aspects, for example, taking off shoes before entering, eating rice everyday and having black hair but at the same time, having differences too; food, language, beliefs and wedding styles. But you know what? that just adds a new dimension of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt; to it. Working things out and learning from each other with the addition of having attractive and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; kids are also experiences that would be something we'd all be looking forward too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found this from the site "vero" that sums up what I've been trying to say: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;East Meets the West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interracial dating seems to becoming very popular and I think this is a good thing! Logically, the only difference between ethnic (cultural, national, racial, tribal) minorities is background, color of skin, and perhaps some other differences, but, on the whole, if two people like each why allow these differences to get in the way? Physically, the only differences between us all are skin-color and perhaps eye and nose shape, so what! If you love somebody, these minor differences are irrelevant  and not even worth considering at all! Love is known to cross cultural and religious boundaries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No matter if it's for friendship, dating, romance, love or marriage, it's a good thing to connect people from different cultures, races and countries because we are sure: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love speaks only one language&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last statement makes my spine tingle. Ahem* anyway;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also people who just want to stay with their own culture by either their own personal choice or are forced by their parents. That's really up to them to decide and it's the probably a good case of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;whatever makes you happy&lt;/span&gt; but I know for sure that my parents don't mind; nope, not one bit. weeeee :D so long as I'm Happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my case it'd be whoever I want, or in terms of reality; whoever wants me (LOL). Khmer culture (that is, Cambo ) is an amazing culture and I wouldn't be surprised that many people reading this now knew what it was about or what it was.. it's similar to many South Eastern cultures but unique in it's own way too. &lt;br /&gt;As far as I'm concerned though, it doesn't matter what the girls race is..( with some exceptions) and if it ends up going that step further, it'll probably be how she wants to raise the kids too.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's sooooooo much more that could be said about this topic and I've only scratched the surface. As for now though, I'll give it a rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://vero-design.com/images/asian%20guy/asian31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 426px; height: 580px;" src="http://vero-design.com/images/asian%20guy/asian31.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/4345208838924315882-1937046845545805046?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1937046845545805046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-interesting-isnt-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/1937046845545805046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/1937046845545805046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-interesting-isnt-it.html' title='It&apos;s a mixture of a world'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-3011638972509876050</id><published>2009-10-03T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T07:19:12.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the looove?</title><content type='html'>So I got back from a night out with friends, which was quite eventful and I couldn't help but notice the many couples passing me by. I mean, I've always noticed couples everywhere I go and it's always interesting to see who ends up with who. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, most of them were dressed as if they were going to hit the clubs and have a goodnight out with drinks and dancing. This eventually got me thinking... are there still people out there who'd rather go out the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;old fashion way&lt;/span&gt;? I don't know about you guys but there doesn't seem to be any people left unless I'm just not looking in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is old fashioned termed as? You've seen the movies right? cough *notebook* where there's a lot of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;romance&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt;, and all the really sweet things guys do for a girl. Hahaha, well being a hopeless romantic myself I do wonder if chivalry is still admired from the opposite sex? Most of the time, it's about being a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dick&lt;/span&gt; (which is quite the opposite) to get her attention, and sure, in this current day and age, it's normal(?), but are there any actual people out there who are willing to.. take a relaxing stroll at the beach during a sunset, stare out at the sparkling night sky counting all the stars, going for a paddle on a boat amongst swans ;) or even kissing (for the first time) in the down pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I've always had that attitude of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;saving up for the one girl&lt;/span&gt; so that it's all genuine and it's with the most passion too. I think i get that from my dad - he's always telling me try and not make any mistakes in picking a girl the first time; its so much more &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a bad side to it;&lt;br /&gt;You lack experience, whether it be planning ideas, creating conversation or keeping the girl interested - "players" know what to say to keep girls on the edge but nice guys don't know what to do because they are either too shy, or don't want to take any risks of creating a bad name for himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'm asking for much or this is selfish but a girl who's a dreamer, doesn't mind a bit of passionate romance, doesn't mind my stupid jokes or my crazy ideas or even just wants to hold hands tightly(and never let go xD)is good enough. Add a really cool, bubbly, amazing personality with a hint of a smile and you've got me knocking at your door xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny though - even the most hottest girl whom which every guy gives a "10" too would most likely be seen through my eyes as somewhat lower - there is nothing wrong with me because an amazing personality truly does add to whats a deserving 10 should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course grooming is somewhat important - kind of a turn off to go out with a girl with hair coming out of her ears and nose (LOL) that smells and has crazy hair ( but hey we all have our bad hair days.) Someone who doesnt try TOO hard to impress but just naturally knows how to do it @_@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of this topic, there's a movie, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;500 Days of summer&lt;/span&gt; that I've been dying to see; it's about a guy who falls for this girl who is all independent, and has that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I dont need a boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; kind attitude; and things just work out, looks amazingly good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://birdflygood.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/500-days-of-summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://birdflygood.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/500-days-of-summer.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/4345208838924315882-3011638972509876050?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/3011638972509876050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-i-got-back-from-night-out-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/3011638972509876050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/3011638972509876050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-i-got-back-from-night-out-with.html' title='Where is the looove?'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-8373107146780115217</id><published>2009-10-01T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:35:22.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>days past..</title><content type='html'>So it was one of those ordinary days where you get something to eat from the kitchen with the TV on when good ol' Opera suddenly appears on TV - and so being bored as I was, I got myself in a comfy position and slowly ate my nutri- grain flakes one ... by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting show - Medical Miracles or something along those lines, and at one instance, there was this woman who could apparently &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;remember every day of her life&lt;/span&gt; from the day she was born. That itself was pretty amazing - imagine being able to remember EVERYTHING you ever did - your first steps as a baby, your first period (in her case... lol), your first kiss, EVERYTHING! You'd think she'd be able to ace spelling B's and all that academic stuff but apparently she couldn't. The Doctor reasoned that she used this &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;emotional based memory&lt;/span&gt; rather then &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;forced memorization&lt;/span&gt; which explains her lack of academic skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, she could remember all the activities she did on her birthdays, the dates of deaths of famous people and all the weird and crazy things that touched her in an &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;emotional sense&lt;/span&gt;. And yet, it all comes at a cost; to be able to remember every insult, every remark ( she was a big lady ) every negative action someone would do is comparable to say, holding a grudge against someone.. forever! not being able to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the heart break - not being able to forget when you are crushed in a relationship. Reliving a painful moment every single day of your life with small constant reminders like a photograph would be pretty darn hard. For you see, her husband died somehow ( cancer I think ) but imagine being able to remember as clear as if it was just yesterday that someone important to you had passed away. Pretty sad ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So would you consider being able to forget a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;curse or a blessing&lt;/span&gt;? We've all forgotten our keys somewhere before, phones, wallets but we can never forget the things that touch us most - loved ones, once in a life time opportunities, stressful times (year 12 exams anyone?), goodbyes or even crushes or heartbreaks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; able to forget these &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt;, even for an instant just to be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; again, is that what makes us, well, human? Is it me or the more we try to forget about something, the more it sticks to your brain? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How&lt;/span&gt; do we forget things? how &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; do we not think about it? By doing something else? and yet, at the very end of doing it, the memories come floating back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some sense, memories are what makes us, us at that period of time. Something good just happened? we're all talkative and expressive and smiley, but the opposite occurs and we're all emo, quiet and ugh like unless you're plain tired. That's what I've noticed anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories.. they are delicate little things so look after and treat them like their you're children :P&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'll finish with a quote by Freya from Final Fantasy 9 ( hey, at least it taught me this) that stuck to me like superglue because it just makes sense :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Forgotten Is Worse Than Death &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember peoples birthdays =O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-8373107146780115217?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8373107146780115217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/10/wha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/8373107146780115217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/8373107146780115217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/10/wha.html' title='days past..'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-5671582136992592700</id><published>2009-09-27T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:26:45.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rage Quit</title><content type='html'>I wonder if anyone here has seen me really really pissed off? Not many people right? Actually, I don't think anyone's seen me angry before because I am not an angry guy. But every now and then there are just SOME things that tip you ever the edge, you know? To the point where you just want to unleash your frustration SO badly. Whether it be throwing a tantrum, closing the door loudly, punching the wall or screaming like a Super Saiyan, there comes a time where you just want to Go NUTS and all out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to dummy spit or any sense, but isn't it a healthy thing to get angry every now and then. It's human. But I ask what makes you angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things don't get as planned? most likely my main one (getting owned in street fighter? heh). Is it because you lack the flexibility to compromise when things don't go to hand? When people don't do things they say they would is probably what cuts me the most. It's a Trust thing - Trust is probably the most precious thing you can give to someone else and it's something that has to be earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people really need to stop lying to themselves and to others so the don't get fooled too. How cliche' does that sound seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lifeinpixels.com/images/ngc/20050613_angry_baby-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 250px;" src="http://lifeinpixels.com/images/ngc/20050613_angry_baby-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably be looking back and asking myself - why the hell did I write this? but right now it was in the heat of the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-5671582136992592700?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5671582136992592700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/09/rage-quit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/5671582136992592700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/5671582136992592700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/09/rage-quit.html' title='Rage Quit'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-8797696593923502785</id><published>2009-09-12T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T03:29:01.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A splitting headache..</title><content type='html'>Just had to blog this; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was recently browsing around Facebook and a friend posted a video of something that I would later regret watching. It was one of the most Gruesome horrific scenes I have ever seen in my 19 years of living. I've seen some pretty disgusting things so far but this was particularly disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not set in Australia but some place ( I don't want to watch that video again to check T_T) but it evolves a bunch of guys, with girls filming who are attempting to dive off some sort of jetty like structure. The first instance you see a guy dive pretty casually into the water, everyone claps and cheers. The guy kind of looks like your typical beach surfer as well. Anyways, the next guy gets ready to dive in but slips on his descent. Sure, it would have been fine if it was just water underneath him I suppose, but there is gap of raw concrete between the jetty and the water ( about a meter length ) that they must cover. As a result, he smashed landed, full force and face first on the rock-solid concrete, doing a flip in the process, and with what descending momentum he had left, plunging into the sea. The concrete was about 4-5 meters below the jetty just as a rough idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could hear the absolute breaking of his face as he crashed into the concrete. Simply put, it was that noise of his face being crushed that disturbed me the most. Everyone was screaming as he landed into the water and all you see next is his lifeless body floating. The next scene shows people moving this boy out of the water, with the sea nothing more but that of a sickening crimson red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another scene skips and he lay on the hospital bed, surgeons holding his mangled face, which appears to be... split, not in half but in 4 even quarters FROM THE MIDDLE. His face was literally moving apart and you could see his tongue thrashing about, his teeth, his eye balls loose, blood everywhere just gaping from every aspect of his head. The most astonishing part was that he was still breathing, still alive, but his FACE WAS IN QUARTERS. Just horrific.Words alone cannot describe that image. And it was because they were diving off some stupid jetty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end it's a lesson to be learnt from and one that shouldn't be taken for granted. Doing stupid dangerous stunts like those can really cost you. Not wanting to be some random guy who just says it because it's not right, I mean, everyone knows it's stupid, shouldn't be done etc, etc, but this imagery really makes you think thrice about the possibilities that can occur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this includes driving at high speeds. So don't. To anyone else who's reading this, if I were to see this happen to you, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. Just don't T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-8797696593923502785?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8797696593923502785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-had-to-blog-this-was-recently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/8797696593923502785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/8797696593923502785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-had-to-blog-this-was-recently.html' title='A splitting headache..'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-6911857310106967916</id><published>2009-09-10T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T07:26:01.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Centimeters Per Second</title><content type='html'>Today, I shall blog about a film I've just recently watched; that was pretty awesome too. It's called 5 Centimeters per second; and no, it's not anything Physics related. Rather, it refers the rate at which cherry blossoms descend from the trees.  The title itself is actually a metaphor used to describe one of the many emotions the main character goes through.&lt;br /&gt;But why exactly am I blogging about this movie in particular?&lt;br /&gt;Because it sends a pretty darn powerful message to things most of us can relate to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film is broken into 3 chapters, in which the characters live out their childhood, teenage and adult lives. The main character, Takaki has to moves schools frequently due to family reasons.  Being the kind of loner he is because of this, he is able to befriends this girl, Akari whom which they get quite close. But then he realizes the he and she have to move to different (primary) schools, but keep in touch through sending letters (kind of like a long distance relationship penpal thing, as since phones weren't used back then, letters was the way to go ). Anyway things happen and he has to move again, but this time so far that they wouldn't be able to visit each other anymore, even if they wanted to (they didn't really before because they were so busy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep things short, he decides to meet her at 7'oclock, by catching like 5 trains. He also writes a letter telling her all his feelings as a way of saying goodbye but also as a means of wanting to stay connected. However, on the train, it starts to snow and the train gets delayed 5 minutes, 10 and it just builds up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst waiting for  another train at an exchange location, he decides to buy a drink but upon taking out his money, he takes out the letter which gets caught by the wind and blows off in the distance. His pretty upset by then, being late and losing his letter but still continues to see Akari. It's 8 o'clock, his late and the train gets stuck in a snow storm. He describes how every second seemed like an eternity because he wants to see her again for one last time. ( he only has a day till he moves ). He had to wait 2 hours (by himself on the train ) for it to start moving again.  It is now 11 o'clock and by now Akari has surly gone home, but upon arriving there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really have got to watch it, seriously. The way i described it here sounds kind of lame/noobish, but the stunning visuals, word usage and atmosphere really sets up for a beautifully executed film. That was only the first chapter, the second talks about how relationships don't always work ( another girl liking him but no feelings are returned ) and the third is about learning to let go. Marvelous really, just watch, no regrets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey for the sake of it, here is a preview Of the scene I was describing, seriously it's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SrVIrv_r_6s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SrVIrv_r_6s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4345208838924315882-6911857310106967916?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6911857310106967916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/09/5-centimeters-per-second.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/6911857310106967916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/6911857310106967916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/09/5-centimeters-per-second.html' title='5 Centimeters Per Second'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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-4345208838924315882.post-6919641211505034653</id><published>2009-09-09T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:02:30.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first post that was ever posted</title><content type='html'>Why was it that out of all days did I randomly decide to start a blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beats the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there are some reasons why; one is to keep my English communication levels up to par. No, don't think it sounds like some lame excuse because it isn't. You see, long gone are those days of intense essay writing that you (once hatefully) got in English or Economics in year 12 , and those days of creative story writing that i so dearly so loved to do. And so, without the use of my literacy skills, it can only ever degenerate to a point where i sound noobish in all aspects of my writing, even if it can be somewhat  seen  here ..&lt;br /&gt;Ahem* anyways, the point is, it'll keep me thinking, and to some degree, sharp. Use it or lose it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps another reason is because now that the excitement of uni life has finally settled down, it can get a bit quiet and without that many people to talk to physically, then what better way to express yourself then in a blog :O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it'll be a journey of the many exciting and boring things that come across in this life, the weird and wonderful thoughts and the simple day to day observations. Hope it doesn't sound too boring already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something I've always thought to myself though ; what do people think of Vanta?&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, sounds a bit farfetchd but everyone's always interested about themselves from another point of view aren't they? I mean this year was quite a change ; it involved making ALOT of new (and awesome) friends and I suppose it's always been about making a first and lasting impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive had friends who've stuck with me from primary and know my kiddy/gamer side , and then those who I've met through high school that know the torture of the work, the crap and good teachers we'd get  and everything else inbetween. And now it's uni, where you're a newcomer and you have to make you're own name again? hmm.. something like that. But you can only ever really be yourself, no good showing people  someone you're not, even  if,  in the unfortunate event, they don't like it. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets get this straight, I certainly hope people don't think I'm shy because i can be  pretty loud, crazy and what i consider 'to have 'a wild side' (gasps*). yup. oh, and when it comes to conformity I'd like to be "specialized" or at least different so that I stand out, not in a bad way of course. There is a degree on being different,  being just plane weird/retarded/psycho is freaky. Maybe I've crossed that barrier a few times .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways there's a Physics quiz tomorrow that I should be sleeping for so I'll cut it short here. oh and will dress up this blog so it looks a little better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4345208838924315882-6919641211505034653?l=sovantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6919641211505034653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-post-was-ever-posted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/6919641211505034653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4345208838924315882/posts/default/6919641211505034653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovantastic.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-post-was-ever-posted.html' title='The first post that was ever posted'/><author><name>vantamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763072056422807128</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>
