<?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-442507106346713230</id><updated>2011-07-30T14:05:13.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summatious Notes</title><subtitle type='html'>Where Eventually The Mind Plays Tricks On You</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-3125536534621113955</id><published>2010-04-08T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:49:53.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting New World</title><content type='html'>I've just recently returned from an overseas excursion and I swear, the things I've seen on TV're so awesome HAHA. I flip channels without even blinking and I end up stopping on the one channel that has Karpal Singh saying "You are a dictator", to the chairman of parliament. How can someone watch that and not laugh? Aside from that, things'd be relatively normal I suppose. Unless of course, you by some means, regard 'starting a fire' slightly off from the perception of normal Hehehe. All the same, as of current time there isn't much to be particularly, blog-ish about. So I'll opt to do a few more blog worthy things, just to fill up the empty spaces here. Till then, I've art to tend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     -Z-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-3125536534621113955?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/3125536534621113955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=3125536534621113955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/3125536534621113955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/3125536534621113955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2010/04/interesting-new-world.html' title='Interesting New World'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-466994158680908031</id><published>2010-04-07T16:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:46:00.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Take Our Shoes Off When Coming In, Yes We Do</title><content type='html'>Greetings and salutations dear readers. I do hope most of you are well. I'm putting up this particular post as a..... let's say, 'preliminary' to my consecutive posts. Needless to say, I shall attempt my best at breathing some life back into this blog. Given that circumstances favour such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take good care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   -Z-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-466994158680908031?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/466994158680908031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=466994158680908031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/466994158680908031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/466994158680908031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-take-our-shoes-off-when-coming-in.html' title='We Take Our Shoes Off When Coming In, Yes We Do'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-2104771407253543278</id><published>2010-02-06T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:20:20.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promotion's Promotion</title><content type='html'>I Hearby Doth Promote My Latest Blog, And Do Hope You Shallst Visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    http://mymissingstories.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Feedback Is Appreciated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    -Z-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-2104771407253543278?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/2104771407253543278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=2104771407253543278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/2104771407253543278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/2104771407253543278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2010/02/promotions-promotion.html' title='Promotion&apos;s Promotion'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-5938994143205753756</id><published>2010-01-25T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T23:39:54.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreign Lands Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm temporarily on hiatus. Look me up in Boston HAHAHAHA. No, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-5938994143205753756?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/5938994143205753756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=5938994143205753756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/5938994143205753756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/5938994143205753756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2010/01/foreign-lands-waiting.html' title='Foreign Lands Waiting'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-8453023803666492917</id><published>2010-01-11T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T07:30:35.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ghosts Of My Past. Well, Something Like It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The irony of nemeses are that often, the very person who would've created the monster, or shall we say 'monsters' that surrounds you is you yourself, because it is in that irony that we see ourselves arming the soon-to-be-enemy that so inspiringly oversees every little detail in our expected demise. That is, was, and always will be the agenda of nemeses in a person's life. If only one rears it's ugly head, well luck is on your side, given many do so, well, often you'd think your screwed. However I relish the the challenge of having naysayers coming at me with the weapons of words, all to ready to see me done in. As I said, these same people will have been the very people whom you had helped shaped to be turned into decadent curs who make your undermining, a lifetime priority.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They say "Never raise anymore demons than you can put down". I suppose that I've raised far too many to ever be able to put them down. Though I can't exactly say that I want to help, let alone forgive the very same people who saw to my misery in earlier dates. Yes, you know who you are. Though I must thank them, as often I do with all my closest enemies, because it is they, who inevitably pushed me in the direction I face now, and not to say the least of it, but I enjoy my current allocation. After all, who in this world is not victim to the vaunted judgement of others? They and their righteous views that go forward without the slightest investigation of their allegations. Again, yes, you know who you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm not complaining though, far be it for me to contradict the judgement of people who believe me a pompous ignoramus. I apologise though, sorry for having a set of morals and a specific conscience that does not consent to my behaving like a prattled bunch of overly pampered brats, but I digress. After all this time dear reader, you would've probably realised, I don't exactly have a mind for the cliche and generic, that's because these are exactly what these naysayers are, and in that aspect I find it better to go against the tide, than to swim among a guttering bunch of imbecilic degenerates. HAHA, my my that was bitter, but true of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I do insist though, that I end this post before I raise just a few more demons for the excitement of my dear readers, after all, if its to me, tis just more lambs for the slaughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Alright then, I'm off. Cheerio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Z-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-8453023803666492917?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/8453023803666492917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=8453023803666492917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/8453023803666492917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/8453023803666492917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2010/01/ghosts-of-my-past-well-something-like.html' title='The Ghosts Of My Past. Well, Something Like It'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-6080535541465216325</id><published>2009-12-28T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T11:16:17.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Learn, I Learn Not From You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Young minds need molding, that's often why they go to a government funded educational facility where they are privileged to receive the moderate best that can be provided to them by educators who seek to make a living. Some of the educators that I've met, seem to be some of the very best of their breed, but that is of course only a few whom I'm able to name. These few - and I do stress the word 'few' - are what holds up the education system in our nation on their backs. That is of course because a majority of them are excessively lacking in their work, and that's saying something. It isn't that I point fingers dear readers, but being a result of this dilemma in my own, I find that most educators are somehow ill prepared for their embarkment into the chaotic career of educating young minds. Why I say chaotic is because it is often seen that this career seems to offer a vast variety of problems that have a high probability of arising, and more often than not, educators are unable to keep these problems in check due to their, let's say, inferior capabilities.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Often we see things in a narrow perspective these same educators are but givers of knowledge who serve no other purpose to the young minds that they teach. To me, it is only that, but then again there are a few who fail in doing the most basic duty of their career, but thats my opinion. Generally, an educator, mainly those in schools find themselves as much counselors and guides among other things, as well as sympathetic ears who lighten the burden of these young minds. This is exactly why the career of becoming an educator requires a deep delving of their understanding in these minds and is seen as no mere form of work that takes up one's minimal capacity of effort. These criteria are seldom met by most educators because they themselves underestimate the requirement of their profession, so much so as to see some of them doing the exact opposite of what is demanded of them. Take for instance a certain happening that I had bore witness to. A student who was regarded as large sized was highlighted by a teacher to having a large bosom, mind you this student being a male didn't exactly take too well to a comment of the sort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How about a separate incident where a teacher saw it acceptable to simply toss a students book onto the ground simply because work was not done, or perhaps an action of where a teacher accuses a student of an act or wrongdoing without a slight possibility of said teacher investigating such an issue. These little things may seem unimportant and may only be regarded as disciplinary action, but therein lies the insensitivity of these educators mindset where they see it acceptable to take matters into a concept of martial law where the students are left at their mercy and are in all frightened to speak out against it. As with all cases there are the exceptions where there exists students who rebel against a teachers authority, but that also requires the psychological delving of these students minds by the teachers, not simply the outdated phrase "Spare The Rod, Spoil The Child". Educators are among other things, the nurturers of morals and ethics, but they in themselves do not practice what they preach. Whatever happened to the term "Do Unto Others As You Would Have Them Do Unto You" or "Innocent Until Proven Guilty", you see dear readers, these same educators are prepared to throw off their teachings so long as an end is reached, all to the servings of their advantage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It has somehow become evident that though most students may have a knack for causing problems, the blame could possibly fall squarely on the educators shoulders for not handling these issues to the utmost importance. After all, the older and more experienced lead the young and inexperienced. But I suppose that when one has grown accustomed to their actions that go unchecked and unchallenged, it's pointless to worry about those who have the capability of bringing justice to the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well dear readers, for those who have the ideals to such, I do insist you right what is wrong, for the ones in power aren't always right, just as we, the common man, aren't always wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Z-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-6080535541465216325?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/6080535541465216325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=6080535541465216325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/6080535541465216325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/6080535541465216325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-i-learn-i-learn-not-from-you.html' title='What I Learn, I Learn Not From You'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-790053752594498929</id><published>2009-11-30T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T07:14:46.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Manhattan Was Right.....Well, Almost</title><content type='html'>A character I once saw, said aloud:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         "I am tired of this world, these people. I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Who am I to say whether what he said was anything near the expression of his exasperation towards mankind or maybe just his own way of showing his own intellectual ideals, but somehow these words are what fill every inch of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Maybe in only 17 years of life, I haven't exactly grown tired of this planet, but I have grown tired of all these people, and I definitely am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives, but not in the way one might think. All these people who I turn to with nothing but their fangs shown, ready to rip whatever they please out of a person's psyche. People who you would've ever held dear, now turn their backs on you, feeling that you are nothing more than insufferable grievances that hinder their progress. After all, taking advantage of one and other is just another step in today's lifestyle where you can't get anywhere if someone doesn't suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          My peers keep attesting so often that I'm being made the one of whom others exploit and take advantage of, but who in their right mind, if ever like me would care. Because these same people who dare to exploit me, are under my thumb. Oh yes, I am no fool, though the people who'd believe me ignorant often end up looking like something the cat dragged in, what with that stupid look of surprise that comes strewn all over their faces in that one moment where I tell them that they are the butt of their own jokes. Laughable indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Which is  exactly why I say, I am tired of these people. Their selfish ways and loathsome traits. Their hypocritical sways and their idiotic words. Yes, I am tired to the extent of abandoning hope for much of mankind's prosperity because I see none in the future to come. Probably you, whose reading this are among those people who practice this revolting way of life, all the while oblivious to your own misgivings. But I digress, because if I go on any longer, you would probably take it all too personally, because after all, it does swing close to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            All the same, I am tired, and now I am withdrawing from what painful aspects assault the senses all too painfully, what with the way things are. So go right ahead and live this all too treacherous life you love, because one day its going to come clambering down on you. By then all I can do is just get a shovel and a gravestone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Oh well. Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             -Z-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-790053752594498929?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/790053752594498929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=790053752594498929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/790053752594498929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/790053752594498929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/11/dr-manhattan-was-rightwell-almost.html' title='Dr. Manhattan Was Right.....Well, Almost'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-6933117129637453622</id><published>2009-10-19T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:34:58.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Insulted Me, And I Am Pissed</title><content type='html'>People wonder, why it is segregation is occurring amongst Malaysians. Tunku Abdul Rahman saw the nation united when he demanded independence, ever confident that all Malaysians could coexist without contradicting one and others beliefs. If Tunku knew what happened today, he'd probably can the whole idea. Probably a few people are wondering why I'm suddenly prying on old declerations and promises. Well, dear reader, it'd seem on this fine morning, as I watched 'The Breakfast Show' it'd seem two very idiotically narrow-minded and inconsiderate hosts saw it fit to deride the importance of preservations of young minds and a nations modesty. These two fascists hopelessly promoted the idea of a certain American diva coming to Malaysia with distasteful manner of dressings, all the while forgetting the history of this fine nation. What I mean by that are 4 things:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Agama rasmi Malaysia adalah agama ISLAM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orang MELAYU diberi hak istimewa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SULTAN merupakan lambang bahawa orang MELAYU diberi hak istimewa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KESATUAN RAKYAT, harus diutamakan di samping menghormati kepercayaan agama lain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;          They indiscriminately stated that 'Beyonce's' postponing of her concert in Malaysia is due the media storm that Malaysia's politicians have managed to cause due to their stating of her skimpy outfits, stating that the inmodesty is simply a statement of art. Art. HAH! Clearly someones a horny devil isn't he? What's more, they blatantly mocked religious beliefs by stating that the only reason a person would ever choose to speak out against the diva's coming to Malaysia is due their insecurity of their faiths. THIS, my dear readers, crosses the line thus far, because the two hosts, to begin with, aren't even Malays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Where does religious and cultural harmony go from here? Down the drain? After all, why is it so necessary that 'Beyonce' come to Malaysia? The hosts stated she's made it a priority to come to Malaysia after heading to Indonesia after of course, further deriding the Malaysian populace. I don't recall an American diva with saltry features ever contributing to our nations well-being. Then again, I don't recall anything good ever coming from America's entertainment industry to begin with. So with all this complaining,why don't the fascists hosts, simply go to Indonesia and have their fill of debotchary? But then, we're a hedonistic cultrue to begin with, so of course people're going to want 'Beyonce' here anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         However, me being the person that I am, feel that its not so much the diva's fault rather than the two fascist's. Because if your on TV and you can't be considerate towards the RAKYAT'S beliefs, well, then you've no right to be on TV in the 1st place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          We all can do something about it, but I doubt we will. So, let the insults begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         -Z-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-6933117129637453622?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/6933117129637453622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=6933117129637453622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/6933117129637453622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/6933117129637453622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/10/tv-insulted-me-and-i-am-pissed.html' title='TV Insulted Me, And I Am Pissed'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-5012866702404804452</id><published>2009-09-26T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:07:30.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An After Effect Of A Previous Heatstroke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is said that rulers ought not to ever take into concern whether or not they are liked by the people whom they rule over. Reason? Its not a popularity contest, though 95% of the populace believes it is. Then again, no one ever said that the mass populace was smart to begin with, because if they were, then obviously they wouldn't need rulers HAHA. Nonetheless, the principle holds merit doesn't it? Thus far, by my experience, only the most ridiculed and blatantly disbelieved outcasts ever go on to become powerful entities who have the utmost strength in doing what they do best.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I suppose in my own ways, I've adapted that belief into myself, so much so that I've managed to alienate myself from much of the world. But rather than disdain at the fact, I've always felt rather empowered by the maniacal concepts that it gives, which eventually seems more to the likes of a visionary. Of course some would say that I lament over certain issues due to such, but these same people are the same dysfunctional bigots who ended up ridiculing themselves amongst their peers so many times. So in my own understanding, bigots ought to be discarded like the disposable waste that they so truly are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But I digress, this 'devil may care' attitude is what has pioneered so much of what has shaped the modern world. Not to say that I'm expected to be a pioneer, but what I mainly love of the attitude is that I get to irk and annoy so many people with such subtle notions. How many people do you know can do that? HAHA. All the same, life as an outcast has the most astounding and profound effect on people who dare to embrace such a lifestyle, and by the looks of it, I'm nowhere near finished with this beautiful way of life HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;HAHA, Bigots, Their A Riot...... Literally, There's Just Too Many HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Z-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-5012866702404804452?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/5012866702404804452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=5012866702404804452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/5012866702404804452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/5012866702404804452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-effect-of-previous-heatstroke.html' title='An After Effect Of A Previous Heatstroke'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-8796876279161912363</id><published>2009-09-20T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T11:48:33.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lifelong Elation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My life is an eventful one. I've been pitted against all kinds of people who've attempted to do just about everything to and for me. I suppose in all the circumstances that've ever happened to me, God was working a path for me to take to become the person I am today. I'm thankful for that, because in most parts, I'm different I suppose, al most equal to extent where everybody is different from one and other but perhaps a slight bit more. These differences are what've thus far defined me as an individual with the thinking capacity and views of unlike most people. Due to that, I've been a victim of circumstances more than once in my life. For one, throughout the last 17 years that I've been alive, I can only say that I have managed to gain a strong friendship with only one person. But if you look at the matter from a distance, better to have one friend whose loyal to you, than a million friends who'd turn at the glance of danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've been in that situation. I've been in just about every corner one person is able to be pushed into. What's more, after being shoved in that corner, I was senselessly ridiculed for my differential views that always conflict with the modern way of thinking. If your reading this, then you should already know that fact. Imagine, comrades and compatriots who've sworn, over and over, that their loyalty falls squarely in your hands to do with as you see fit. They 'trust' you. Within an instance's passing, their the ones drawing their blades to your neck. Hypocrites, liars, betrayers, they all are but actors that've played their part out to their own advantages. But only until I learned the true meaning of it all. A world where we have friends and comrades in abundance that we can truly trust and rely on is but wishful thinking coughed forth by and imbecile who I'm positive is of their own ranks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As of my entry into adolescence, I was greeted with people I thought were my equals, my counterparts, my peers, people who I believed, looked at the world as I did, thought as I did, and even felt as I did. After leaving my childhood with but my one friend, who softened the blows of solitude, I was elated to finally feel a sense of belonging.....Oh how the young mind proves naive. In the consecutive years leading up to my current age, all manner of characters I was given the opportunity to encounter, and my exposure to the world seemed like a bountiful gift that God was giving unto me. But when the dream came clambering down on from its foundations, I found myself ready, almost prepared to the most for the dire echos of loneliness that seemed to knock at my door once again. However it seemed, God was indeed giving me a gift. One to see through the lies and deceit that all the people around me had woven so intricately, and although the term was coined "A Victim Of Circumstances" as before, I turned the wheels on these same people and made them the victims of my unbridled wrath and in that, they themselves were caught in the very webs that they wove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So today, people may call me an outcast, a loner, a destructive thinker, a dissident, a schismatic madman. But within those labels and supposed insults, I take heed of compliments that they represent, for the truth is, I am all those things. Maybe even more. If throughout my life, I must live with these callings for the things that I have learned and put into practice then so be it, but I swore long ago that I would no longer be the one pushed into a corner, because I know I, and every other person for that matter........ deserve far more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No Compromise, Not Even In The Face Of Armageddon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Z-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-8796876279161912363?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/8796876279161912363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=8796876279161912363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/8796876279161912363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/8796876279161912363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-lifelong-elation.html' title='My Lifelong Elation'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-8989779771038147345</id><published>2009-09-16T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:32:31.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reminder To My Contradictors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Those who agreed to a choice that proves logically impossible, are mentally retarded degenerates who care only to see their failure sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Those who had no part to play in the decision of such but interfered nonetheless, are idiotic inbred imbeciles who suckle at the teat of stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The person who suggested the plan that has the potential to break the will, are self-serving asses who care only for their personal doings that mean as little as they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You who judge me and expect my friendship in return are as brainless as you are liked, meaning your not liked at all, what with your tongue that calls for cutting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You who burdened me one too many times and, after so long, darken my life with your eclipsing shadow, are almost as foolish as you are ultimately dumb, to think that you are welcome once again in a place that sees you dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And you who dare hinder my way, or hinder my comrades are in for one hell of a fight, because me and my compatriots wage war on all of these people. So help us, if you so much as cross our path, be prepared to regret your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Z-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-8989779771038147345?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/8989779771038147345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=8989779771038147345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/8989779771038147345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/8989779771038147345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/09/reminder-to-my-contradictors.html' title='A Reminder To My Contradictors'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-5775138168848907761</id><published>2009-09-02T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T07:41:03.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Zachary's Mad At Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ever been left in a complete paradox? One that utterly leaves you with the indisputable desire to bury your head in sand? Probably by now you've realised that I have.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;=.= The other day, me and Nina were texting each other:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Y'know I love you :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nina: I love you too :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Well, I love you more :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nina: No, I love you more XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Noo, I love YOU more &gt;:o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nina: If you love me more then you'd admit I love you more :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: O_O" *Uuuuuuh, shoot!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Think about it, =.= either way I'd still lose. Either saying yes or no, I'm beat HAHA. You win this round Nina, but always remember........I LOVE YOU MORE XD times infinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Not Zachary HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-5775138168848907761?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/5775138168848907761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=5775138168848907761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/5775138168848907761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/5775138168848907761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-zacharys-mad-at-me.html' title='Why Zachary&apos;s Mad At Me'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-5286659118424785406</id><published>2009-08-14T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:48:56.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blank Threat Written With False Alliegance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We're living in a dangerous age. But not dangerous for most, I'd say. Why I say its dangerous is due to the fact of the existence of people who have narrow views on so many things. Narrow in the sense that no other variable is open to them save their own. These same people literally spit in the face of others who dare to offer an alternative, I mean this metaphorically and literally dear readers. Probably these people are the same people that are the cause of 3/4 of the world's inferiority complex. After all, intimidation and tenacity are more than enough to silence would-be freethinkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The teenage world is full of it. I can assure you, with each passing day, a person is threatened of their friendship simply because said person chooses an alternative thought. I have seen it happen over and over again. I have the deepest and utmost respect for those who've managed to rise above the petty threats that some would pose to them simply for a sense of friendship that has obviously been proven false to begin with. But then there are those who are so ultimately weak in mind and body, that they compromised their pride, self respect and worth in one instance as they chose to relinquish it all, for the sake of a 'friend' who threatens them. Pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In all, I suppose its definitely non of my business. But myself, I've been threatened time and time again, with these al too familiar forms of blackmail. I dare admit, that even I've had my moments of weakness, but then once after, I've been prepared to turn my back on anyone who'd have ever done so, and on more than one occasion if I may add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To sum it all up in a nutshell, let me simply say, what proverbs they've ever said about friendship is true, well in the Eastern term anyway. However even I admit a certain amount of companionship is called for to anyone willing to try. After all, if we try and fail, then we know its out of our hands. Its when we don't try and give up that we truly succumb to defeat. All in all, I'd say its an interesting thought to ponder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;VLV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Zachary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-5286659118424785406?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/5286659118424785406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=5286659118424785406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/5286659118424785406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/5286659118424785406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/08/blank-threat-written-with-false.html' title='A Blank Threat Written With False Alliegance'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-8599627975459211652</id><published>2009-08-14T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T07:54:58.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psyche Of The Blasted Teen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dramatic people are idiots. Their display is in all an overplayed act that they often believes fools the masses. Thus far the only statement that verifies a fooling is the fact they end up making a fool of themselves. But this, like so many other aspects, are the very epitome of modern teenage life. Like most animals, they use their given qualities to make as much of an impression on their peers who within the shortest amount of time'll forget them. Go figure and yes, I had just made a comparison of such to an animal.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Who would argue the fact of most of them, doing their level best to make their being noticeable to people who barely give a damn of their actions? Non, am I right? Because its not just the prerogative of teenagers, but also the intention of every living human being on God's green Earth to be noticed by judgemental, shallow-minded and obnoxious people. Consequence disregarded in it all. Thats how attention deficit our people have grown HAHA, but all in all, you could say the effects are far more obvious among teenagers who're (in truth) shy at all the wrong places and times. After all, who among you hasn't seen the girl in the picture with the obliviously sultry bordering on perverse pose that she is so abidingly proud of? Or perhaps the guy who so proudly extends the profane gesture to prove his manly worth to his peers, so to speak. Both share the similarity that I can assure you, neither has even half a mind to spare for free thought HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I suppose it goes to show that people're doing all the wrong things in the wrong places. In the definitive thought of asking ourselves why people are such, I believe the answer will simply elude us in all degrees as often as all the other answers to mankind's strange characteristics. The matter of people being people is definitely a trifling subject, because after all, who's going to admit their own faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A reclusive matter, that I foresee will never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;VLV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Zachary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-8599627975459211652?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/8599627975459211652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=8599627975459211652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/8599627975459211652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/8599627975459211652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/08/psyche-of-blasted-teen.html' title='Psyche Of The Blasted Teen'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-4405573917291108619</id><published>2009-07-27T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T09:50:56.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear That?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I suppose its time to sit down and listen now. Rather than try and outdo the loud ramblings of other people in the world. I read an article in Reader's Digest that stated "... With the availability of so many social utilities, people prefer to only speak of one topic, THEMSELVES ...". So with most of the time, people writing about their selves, I suppose the smart thing to do would be to remain quiet and listen to what people have to say. After all, a sympathetic ear goes a long way, but even then we have to be selective of which idiot we listen to HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Its a smart thing to do, no? To silence ourselves and listen for awhile, just to get a feel for how people's words are getting around. All the same, attentions a hard thing to come by nowadays, seeing as there're more people getting better and better, HAHA probably thats why they invented reality TV. Nonetheless, listening seems like a good alternative, as opposed to continuously talking. Hmm, I like the way that jives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Alright then.... lets start listening....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-4405573917291108619?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/4405573917291108619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=4405573917291108619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/4405573917291108619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/4405573917291108619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/07/dillema-bertingkat-lima.html' title='Hear That?'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-786250508129661488</id><published>2009-07-18T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T06:39:44.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prospect Of Faith, What Some Think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just don't know what to say. I sat down and faced my computer feeling light and happy. But then these thoughts came rushing to my mind. The same thoughts that always flood my head every single time my fingers tap this soft keyboard, "We're going down the road to Hell...". Call me a fascist, nationalist, fanatic, self righteous, pompous and non optimistic person, but all the same, no one's drawing the line, at least not for we Malays, and that pushes me to think there's a place with fire and brimstone waiting, and it scares me out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;People're giving me some weird reasons for what they do. Someone even told me once that people aren't following the Quran anymore because its "Out of date". Those words sent an all too cryptic chill down my spine. Where do we stand anyway? I notice quite a lot of people barely have a smidgen of religious education. Its as most would put it, blind people thinking they can see. Make no mistake, I'm not condemning anyone here. Its just disturbing that desire rules emotion, which in turn relinquishes faith. Consider that for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But as I've always said, whatever actions we portray simply sits with us alone. Anything beyond that goes between an individual and the Almighty. I just hope there'll come one day when the light of faith is held higher than the light of sparkling sequins at a 50% off sale at some fashion store. Because if it isn't, mankind's screwed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Zachary-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-786250508129661488?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/786250508129661488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=786250508129661488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/786250508129661488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/786250508129661488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/07/prospect-of-faith-what-some-think.html' title='The Prospect Of Faith, What Some Think...'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-7504506850735961918</id><published>2009-07-16T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:14:38.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Minutes To Midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Speaking as a person who's actually taken this on a first hand experience, I've noticed that school really doesn't serve much of its purpose anymore. I'm noticing that half the time that I'm actually in school and class, three possibilities will probably occur.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Possibility #1 - Teacher fails altogether to enter class, leaving a majority of the students to study on their own. That is if they choose to study, otherwise the rest of the class'd be chatting away, further adding to noise pollution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Possibility #2 - Teacher enters but pointlessly attempts to teach whilst noise pollution continues to an unbearable level where 3/4 of the class is left with nothing but 1/8th of what the teacher was supposed to be teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Possibility #3 - Teacher enters. NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGS. Half of the full period is gone, and only half a lesson is taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Is it any wonder why it is, I so utterly enjoy NOT going to school? After all, I am allowed my right to receive an education, be it from a teacher who teaches me in school or if need be, staying at home and educating myself, which now proves the most likely solution. Furthermore, we SPM students aren't exactly chalk full of time. The teachers themselves should know that, after all their the ones reminding us of it 3/4 of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What's more, is that seeing as we're running out of time, the syllabus should probably be done by now. Hell, we ought to be doing nothing but revising. But NOOOOOOOOOO. We're wasting time with idiotic notes that no one ever reads, much less if their in a note book. Even more of an outrage is the fact that they DARE to shove idiotically appalling work in our face, simply for no apparent reason and above all, FOR NO BLOODY USE. Come on, am I that much of a thug that you need to teach me something as stupid as Civics? Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don't know, if you ask me, I'm benefitting more from myself than I am with what the establishment gives me. All the same, gotta go to school once in awhile. HAHA, I can crack my school permanent record, but I can't break it. And so what if they send me to the counselor's office? Lets see what he's got to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Zachary-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-7504506850735961918?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/7504506850735961918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=7504506850735961918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/7504506850735961918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/7504506850735961918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/07/11-minutes-to-midnight.html' title='11 Minutes To Midnight'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-3165015203247180319</id><published>2009-07-03T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:24:44.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Linguist, Is Not Yet Deceased</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;PPSMI disbanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Haze occurring all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The H1N1 virus become much more of a pandemic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The ongoing worry of recession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Schooldays getting less and less useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trials approaching fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1001 different things keeping you awake at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Useless things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Useless people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And of course.......... 2009's SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If I were you I'd get ready for one hell of a war. It'd seem we're in for one hell of a year. At least for those few who care to put up a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Zachary-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-3165015203247180319?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/3165015203247180319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=3165015203247180319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/3165015203247180319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/3165015203247180319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/07/linguist-is-not-yet-deceased.html' title='The Linguist, Is Not Yet Deceased'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-6876229291492306403</id><published>2009-05-02T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T06:59:48.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Note Of Curiosity</title><content type='html'>Apologies be requested. My time is needed elsewhere, but I assure you, I shan't be silent for long... hopefully&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zachary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-6876229291492306403?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/6876229291492306403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=6876229291492306403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/6876229291492306403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/6876229291492306403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/05/note-of-curiosity.html' title='A Note Of Curiosity'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-2109022571327571328</id><published>2009-05-02T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T08:45:19.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Time You Ever See Me Like This</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the 29th of April 2009, we hallmarked a new record in SMK Section 7 history when the scouts won 1st PLACE for the NGO (Non Government Organisation) Category. Allow me to splurge a little by alternating languages for a moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KIOTRANG MENANG SIOT!!!! PERGH AKU JADI FORM 5 BARU MENANG, GILA NASIB PUNYA BAIK XD HAHAHA!!! ALHAMDULILLAH AKHIRNYA SAMPAI GAK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/SfxoPgTwAvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hMl9pw3ArB4/s1600-h/l_e4751910914c476f809c434fe71b15ac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/SfxoPgTwAvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hMl9pw3ArB4/s320/l_e4751910914c476f809c434fe71b15ac.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331250674479923954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA tetau je lah, bila menang, orangnya buat pe XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/SfxoPbGYNtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/v6EyjkPTkWk/s1600-h/l_e712e7d2f3b543f6a308c064377ff256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/SfxoPbGYNtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/v6EyjkPTkWk/s320/l_e712e7d2f3b543f6a308c064377ff256.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331250673081661138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Memang kata standard ah kena mencapap skit. Kalau tak ble bleh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/SfxoPZv1vNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gyJu5T2hJZE/s1600-h/l_72479575bbd741518c43456f70de008c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/SfxoPZv1vNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gyJu5T2hJZE/s320/l_72479575bbd741518c43456f70de008c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331250672718691538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ni dia bebudak senior serta commander untuk skuad lelaki ngan perempuan. Tu dia adik tersayang si Zainal, tangan atas bahu plak, bak kata Anas PANDAI MAIN :p HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/SfxoPN-rHlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xx3ISYPeFCQ/s1600-h/l_3ed9c251b6c2450ab1b049376bc9590b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/SfxoPN-rHlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xx3ISYPeFCQ/s320/l_3ed9c251b6c2450ab1b049376bc9590b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331250669559684690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family photo, sesudah penat berapa bulan training dan akhirnya menang haha. Alhamdulillah akhirnya dapat rasa kemenangan bebudak pengakap. Mana tak, aku penat2 jerit kat de orang, torture habis2. Complain tu complain ah.....last2 menang gak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WOOOOO TERBAIK BAI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That concludes this blog entry. Thank You HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VLV Zachary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-2109022571327571328?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/2109022571327571328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=2109022571327571328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/2109022571327571328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/2109022571327571328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-time-you-ever-see-me-like-this.html' title='The Only Time You Ever See Me Like This'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/SfxoPgTwAvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hMl9pw3ArB4/s72-c/l_e4751910914c476f809c434fe71b15ac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-3898753646242906309</id><published>2009-04-17T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T09:29:46.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Music Of My People, Drowned Out By Rock BWAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The local music industry. By local, I mean Malaysian seeing as by my perspective that falls under locality. So what about the industry you may ask? Well, if your a SPM student such as myself you'd often see one topic commonly popping up among the question sheets and that topic would be on "Why the local music industry does not prosper" or in a more prejudice tone "How foreign music belittles local music" either way you say it, your singing just about the same song, sugarcoating facts don't change a thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, lets break it down to the basis of the problem here. It's said that the local music industry doesn't prosper even in it's own waters save for a few individuals who've managed to get things going good for them, aside from that other artists seem to feel the choke of having to rigorously promote their music simply to make a living. What's the cause? Media blames the existence of foreign music on Malaysian shores, saying that its existence among the local music industry seems to push them into a chokehold that they can't seem to break free from. So in other words, their whining because their source of income is being swiped away by outsiders. Rather than think on the problem, they do what people do best, blame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The way I see it is there's two matters of fact, both seem to very gruesomely contradict the intelligence of either those fat cats managing the industry or the adaptability of the artists themselves, so lets elaborate on it. The introduction of foreign music was a precedented occurrence that if handled accordingly, would've kept the loop of things in favour of local artists, but instead those fat cats seem to very much prefer promoting these foreigners in the first place, so when they start complaining that there's too much, they fail to grasp the fact that their the idiots who let them in in the first place. So rather than admit their mistakes, they blame. The artists, HAHA their a curious lot, they seem to complain the most about all this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Question, what in all makes foreign music much more appealing? Let us list them:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Lyrics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Rhythm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, those are about all that really grasps the audiences attention now aren't they? The thing is, the creativity and appeal that goes into a song by these outsiders have a major impact on locals, whereas the lame brain and monotonous music produced by locals leave a lot to be desired. Perhaps, its about time to worry more about the music rather than your looks, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The local artists seem to be getting way desperate too, it'd seem that their adapting foreign styles just to appeal to the people. Well, that sounds rather sad, don't it? I doubt that local music's gonna be going anywhere for awhile. Sad business, but what're you gonna do, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So for now I'll stick to the one local song that does sound good, Negaraku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;VLV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Zachary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-3898753646242906309?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/3898753646242906309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=3898753646242906309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/3898753646242906309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/3898753646242906309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/04/music-of-my-people-drowned-out-by-rock.html' title='The Music Of My People, Drowned Out By Rock BWAHAHA'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-727023758767366398</id><published>2009-04-03T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:22:03.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Swear I'm Not Swearing....Riiight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Manners and etiquette is something every civilization is known to have, otherwise the term 'civil' in the word itself would be rather useless. Obviously manners and etiquette have been around for far longer than we can recall and no I'm not talking about the fifth fork on the left used for desserts. What I'm referring to here is the ability for any given person to have the respect and consideration to in any case be completely civil and mannered. After all, what's so hard about holding a smile and greeting someone with just a slight hint of pleasantness in the air as you shake their hand and calmly utter "Hello, how do you do?". How we act often gives a first impression and as such has an unavoidable tendency to reflect on our true selves, trust me, uncivilized brutes aren't that hard to identify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ever noticed what passes for well-mannered these days? If you were to compare the average teenager and the average adult to a 7 year old child, I think the child would probably be classified as the most civilized person of the lot. Me being a person of the 21st century have bore witness to countless acts of indiscretion being played out before my very eyes. What passes for a greeting these days go something like this "Yo, wassup fucker? HAHA", charming isn't it? What am I to think when someone whose supposed to be referring to me as a comrade pulls that line on me? Actions definitely speak louder than words, so to reply his all too charming greeting, my foot would follow suit by intimately greeting his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There'll be no end to the cussing that pervades the air so long as no line is drawn to show when all this potty mouth is just too much. Its understandable when a cuss or two slip out when we somehow lose ourselves. But the thing about it all that seems to identify most people as ignorantly rude brutes are that they seem to enjoy cursing simply for the joy of having said it. What's worse is, as if it weren't enough more and more people keep pushing the line far over its limit. There is a Malay saying that states "Pantang sungguh apabila ibu bapa disertakan sesama hinaan" by the sound of it I'm sure you know its true. What kind of disrespectfully obscene idiot, does this action which does nothing more than give evidence to how truly idiotic they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sorry to say, I've made it something of a virtue to try my best not to cuss inappropriately. I only wish other people'd take the same kind of attempt, but what with the western culture poisoning Asian minds, I doubt that we'd be going anywhere anytime soon. But that just leaves a whole lot of people who I simply cannot look at as civilized human beings. Friends and foes alike, we simply must instill in the very least, some virtue that allows us to keep a civil mind in the thick of things. God willing, someone'd wash these cussers' mouth out with soap, or at least have them sown shut, God knows I'll do it if no one will HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lets give it a try shall we? No cussing, no swears, no inappropriately discomforting words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Why do I get that feeling everyone's just gonna say "To hell with it"? HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Zachary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;VLV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-727023758767366398?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/727023758767366398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=727023758767366398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/727023758767366398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/727023758767366398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-swear-im-not-swearingriiight.html' title='I Swear I&apos;m Not Swearing....Riiight'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-5729074476145775200</id><published>2009-03-27T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T07:04:51.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question = An Answer, If You Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Speak of our flaws. Why do we? Belittling ourselves. Telling ourselves that we come up lacking in so much. Again, why do we? Allow me to answer with some of my own questions, after all what is life without conflict eh? Speak of our perfections. Why do we? For irrelevant boasting of needless, egotistical, pride? Telling ourselves that we are near perfection with the slight thought of figuring we are better than some? Once again, why do we?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;HAHAHA, people though full grown have never ever forgotten their acceptance of acknowledgement and compliments that they so often received when youth was their marking. But it'd seem that people tend to lose the luster in acknowledging others the older they get, old age has a tendency of causing stinginess thats normal, but what gives the whole ideal a twist of irony is the fact that these same people crave approval of peers, colleagues, friends, just about everyone they feel a need to impress. A thought, we speak of the good in people over and over, I am willing to stake my entire comic book collection on the outcome that the result would only be - a mass populace of proud, egotistical, sardonic and mind numbingly boastful people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Phased with a question, are the flaws of mankind the only thing one sees? Not at all, one sees many noble things happening, but one says nothing. A person who truly does a noble act has neither the need nor desire to be complimented or acknowledged because within themselves they know what their doing is right. No question need be placed there, but what of those who aren't exactly doing the the right thing but are as often disillusioned into thinking they are doing exactly that? Thats where our attention moves to, because through the rough criticisms of drastic flaws a person is smoothened out, much like a jagged pebble on the beach. Years of rubbing against the coarse sand, and it comes out as smooth as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So to answer your question in retrospect let me put it this way, we acquire understanding from flaws being spoken of aloud. But obtain nothing from speaking of commendations. The Summatious Notes will always attempt to leave you with an aftertaste in your mouth with the thought lingering in your mind, leaving you to wonder "How Do We Make Things Better?". But needless to say let us give credit, where credit is due, namely to those who deserve such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I thank 'passer by' for his/her comments on my previous topic and I do hope my dear readers will partake in the commentating of posts written in the Summatious Notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Zachary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;VLV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-5729074476145775200?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/5729074476145775200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=5729074476145775200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/5729074476145775200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/5729074476145775200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/03/question-answer-if-you-please.html' title='A Question = An Answer, If You Please'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-4067568288139850072</id><published>2009-03-06T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:00:56.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm, Interesting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps its time to look at the world again and think of how we're going to better ourselves before we better the world itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;HAHAHA, I suppose the only problem we're facing here is that people don't give a damn on how far down that dark road they are, so long as it feels good to them. Sad people, sad world, why do I care though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Simple answer, you buggers are living on the same island as I am, and sorry to say the neighbourhood isn't exactly open to residents seeing as we are on the 3rd rock from the sun. I wonder how long it'll be before things get better, after getting a whole lot worse, because right now mankind looks a lot like a $2 grilled squid on an open barbeque pit, curling in on itself before everything and everyone destroys itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kinda leaves you with a bad taste in your mouth to wonder about it I know, but thats the truth of it. Whatever it is, people will always be people, flawed, empty, ignorant and stupid. Helplessly and uncontrollably stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh well, isolations always a choice HAHAHA. Its late I suppose, so I'll be off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G'night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zachary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-4067568288139850072?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/4067568288139850072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=4067568288139850072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/4067568288139850072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/4067568288139850072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmm-interesting.html' title='Hmm, Interesting...'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-156823725944361120</id><published>2009-03-03T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:48:40.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Concerto Of Useless Concerts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Excuse me if I sound a bit out of date but I've been wondering about a little mystery concerning a majority of my friends, a large amount of the teenage populace and also the Malaysian community as a whole. Simple question, what is it that people find so interesting about a concert? I've gotten responses saying that the atmosphere is amazing, that live music's the best, that its enjoyable because people're all enjoying themselves and other sorts of nonsense that make their way out of these people's mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don't get me wrong, I was pretty thrilled when I was going to my first concert, often we're pretty hyped the first time round, right? But somehow what people had so fanatically been promoting about somehow just seemed very idiotic and stupid when I was there amongst the crowd. Call me a small town guy if you must, but excuse me if the thought of sweaty people jumping up and down worshipping a singer who probably sounds much better on his CD than he does live, somehow does not thrill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You all know me to be a bit of a skeptic when it comes to money, right? So I am obliviously maddened by the fact that your paying by the hundreds just to hear a singer who somehow just doesn't sound as good. What's worse is, the organisers have you paying through the nose with for tickets that'd probably be able to feed a third world country and out of all that cash, your not even guaranteed a place to sit down nor proper ventilation. It seems to me, that when the herd stampedes they'll buy any kind of crap these tricksters can pull on them HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But I guess its non of my business, after all, if parents allow their sons and daughters to mingle in a place where there's a crowd of people they don't even know, I don't see how it could possibly be a danger. After all, the worst case senario would be that something bad happens, but hey parents are cool with that, so its A okay HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Virelai Loosened Vigor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;VLV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-156823725944361120?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/156823725944361120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=156823725944361120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/156823725944361120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/156823725944361120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/03/concerto-of-useless-concerts.html' title='The Concerto Of Useless Concerts'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-682142233779747048</id><published>2009-02-24T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T07:24:43.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Education As A Whole, Think Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Let me speak out of term for just this one, or perhaps more times. Education is a God given right to every last person who lives and breaths on this good Earth. So long as we are alive, the pursuit of knowledge continues, wherever we are. But what reason be there, for favouritism to occur even within our education system? Why must there be boarding schools, vernacular schools, religious schools, private schools, international schools and plenty others of the like? I remember once, the Prime Minister had said that fostering unity is key to a nations success, so why separate your people by classifying them in schools that would show just how biased our society truly is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Education has always been seen as a necessity by a majority of people, be it in Malaysia and throughout the world. Among us all education should be taught without preference to any group, be it their race, age, gender, citizenship nor their social standing. Why must a person of wealth be given better quality of education as compared to that of a slightly less fortunate person? Sad to say, even when it comes to knowledge, money talks. Nonetheless, the government has always attempted to better the education system in Malaysia, but what with the teaching medium switching from Bahasa Melayu to English and back to Bahasa Melayu, it hardly seems possible that we'll be getting anywhere if even such a trivial matter cannot be solved without inserting politics into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Equality in education must exist, because like I said, we all deserve the same quality of education, be it the fortunate and the less fortunate alike. If we play things the way they are, I must say it'd be no wonder that so many people are dissatisfied. But perhaps its also the people's fault for supporting this methodology to begin with. I suppose we're all to blame for having allowed such a thing to happen in the first place, but lets just hope someone finally sees what's wrong with this picture and decides to fix this little screw up, because otherwise, I doubt the vision 2020 is going to include solidarity and unity among all Malaysians, what with the classifications and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But lets wait and see where things'll go, who knows, for all we know it might get a whole lot worse HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;VLV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Vehemently Labelled Vapidity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-682142233779747048?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/682142233779747048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=682142233779747048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/682142233779747048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/682142233779747048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/02/education-as-whole-think-again.html' title='Education As A Whole, Think Again'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-6797730490185727236</id><published>2009-02-14T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T05:42:01.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems, Savvy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Problems, don't even get me started with those, because I already am. Hehe, well scratching the surface off problems, everybody has them, ironically enough the richest people have the most of them, and the poorest people have the least. In retrospect, problems are a way of life for all mankind to both revel in and solve. Speak of the purpose as to why problems exist, well their much like tests in any educational facility, just to keep you on your toes you gotta have a few once in awhile. Otherwise you'd probably end up like Thomas Wilson in the Lotus Eater, a sad end to a beautiful, or should I say partially beautiful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But what happens when one or two or maybe even three people become too smart for their own good and start going off thinking that its better to avoid any problem that just proves too hard to solve? Well, my first word on the matter is summed up into a simple word that the British have graced the English dictionary with, 'BOLLUX'. What inane ignoramus would even consider that preposterous idea? It somehow occurred to them that leaving the problem alone proves useful simply because whatever we believe is unreal, simply is. Well, let me assure you this, no matter how many times you tell yourself that a problem is unrealistic or immaterial, that is the exact equivalent as to how many times over you'll feel it's backlash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I believe the intent of hardship has always been to test us in ways that would perhaps better us, if we rise to the occasion. So if a person chooses to avoid a problem, I am often led to believe that they choose to remain deficient in that sense, and thus leads to what most would refer to as a 'downhill slope'. Its questionable as to why it is that a majority of people would choose to live in such a manner. Far be it for me to criticise what an individual chooses to do with their lives, but when others become affected by this disease of the mind, I doubt anyone can stay quite. Remember, that when the least of us are at risk, meaning all of us are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hopefully, someday these people's mindsets will change, because for all we know avoiding a problem for so long only lengthens the build up. So if a truck is about to hit you and avoiding it is your option of solutions, lets just see how fast you can get out of the way. Pray tell your answer if such a day comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Variously Liaised Verdicts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;VLV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-6797730490185727236?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/6797730490185727236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=6797730490185727236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/6797730490185727236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/6797730490185727236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/02/problems-savvy.html' title='Problems, Savvy?'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-21498812233045588</id><published>2009-02-09T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T05:44:36.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Your Fat Wallet Makes You Happy, And Why A Thin One Doesn't</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We're pampered half to death by whatever we can find nowadays, eh? Whatever we can get our grubby hands on, by God we'll have it in a split second, and if we don't, HEHE well you'll get whatever a parent gets when their child doesn't get what they want, a tantrum. Don't bloody lie to yourselves, you know that you've pulled that act more than once when you were denied your dream shoes or that gleaming top that so haunts every waking moment of you lives as 'the one I couldn't get'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The irony of it is, that give it less than half an hour, and you'll be throwing a tantrum about something else thats as trivial. Hardships a rare thing to come by nowadays, thank God for that, but to what extent must we go to learn that what we receive is nothing more than fleeting gleams of immaterial objects, that are incapable of sating the most endless of desires, human greed. I doubt many of the people we see today wear anything that is less than a brand that holds merit amongst the crazes of todays people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Let me let you in on a very interesting secret. By wearing those brands that you so vainly worship, you are in truth succumbing yourself to a fate of billboarding advertisement for that very brand. I speak no lies from the words I write, think about it, you wear those clothings with these brands strewn all over your clothing all the while unaware that you are advertising these brands unconsciously and when that moment comes where you feel the need to change your styles, another form of advertisement will take place as you unwittingly billboard your own body for the sake of wanting what you want, when you want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Those corporate bigwigs charge a months lunch payment for a shirt that would probably cost no more that twelve bucks, and your doing them the favor. HAHA, how man has found a thousand ways to exploit his fellow man, but whose to blame them if your all too willing to become a dummy to their tricks. All the same, if its what you so desperately desire, then I suppose its not their fault, those idiots are what they are. But in the end it is you who had the vaunted desire to obtain the commonly seen and satisfy your greed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So what if you want what you want, there is no sense of logic and modesty in spending your money like water flows from a faucet. But people have always placed logic as a hassle rather than an importance, probably thats why people are so happily spending their days at shopping malls, wasting their lives away with the spending of their money to forever attempt to make themselves happy with whatever they lay their eyes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We are pampered half to death, and all the while aware of it, unwilling to change. Something should be done, and I hardly think that anyone'd be willing for a solution. After all eliminate the reason, people'd still do it, so in the end its pointless all the same. Pointless as ever.... oh well, your loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;VLV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Very Livid Variations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-21498812233045588?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/21498812233045588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=21498812233045588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/21498812233045588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/21498812233045588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-your-fat-wallet-makes-you-happy-and.html' title='Why Your Fat Wallet Makes You Happy, And Why A Thin One Doesn&apos;t'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-5435645051532957632</id><published>2009-02-06T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T03:18:53.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Comrades, Here My Rambling, Or Die Trying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don't mind contradictors. Their a fun lot, what's more fun than showing people who're saying that your wrong, that their idiots themselves. Its fun, I swear. No, its those people who raise a false point and are telling me that the truth is inferior to that lie of a flag they wave so proudly. I've had people tell me all sorts of nonsense, the kind that you'd kill someone over, but these very same things are what our world thrives on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lies, rumours, gossip, we will take any and every chance to stick our nose into places where it's unrequired and try and pick up as much information on matters that doesn't have anything to do with us. HAHA why the hell do you think people love watching Channel E!? We thrive on conflict, the object of our rise, claim and loss of power. Mankind, cannot imagine life without conflict and true enough we live, eat, sleep, and breath conflict, everywhere we go. But its how the conflict starts that makes it an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The greatest blasphemy that people may do is spark conflict with a lie, of course we know the greatest damnation awaits them soon after. I just don't feel it, how people can be so obsessive over the lives of people who barely make a difference in our lives. The world is a curious place, never figured it this curious but all the people in it are screwed all the way up. Hell, half the people I know are the same, despite their desperate attempt to be different HEHE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Whatever it is, we've still got a long way to go. I do too, and any contradictors on the way, I welcome you. I need the practice HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Very Limited Vision-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;VLV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-5435645051532957632?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/5435645051532957632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=5435645051532957632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/5435645051532957632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/5435645051532957632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-comrades-here-my-rambling-or-die.html' title='My Comrades, Here My Rambling, Or Die Trying'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-1321616922396178510</id><published>2009-01-20T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T04:49:45.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man's Indomitable Stereotype</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Excuse the long absence dear readers but as you well know, I've been rather preoccupied by much of the happenings of late. I haven't much to rivet the mind of late, so I'll leave you with the speech was ask to give to my class in a previous English assignment, enjoy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Difference, eccentricity, flamboyance, and originality, these are the marks of greatness that we have com to recognise. These are the aspects we should embody in our everyday lives, to live and stand out amongst the crowd. To be the one person who'd say "I'd rather be reading a novel rather than playing DotA, or I'd be the one person who dresses weird rather than cool". To be the one wolf amongst a flock of sheep, to be the leader amidst followers, the trendsetter, the outcast, the great one. That is what we ought to aspire to be, the person who's unafraid to voice out his thoughts and be brave enough to stand by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Where have we gone wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We'd rather be normal rather than different, the stereotype, the follower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ever asked your self why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our modern age of the future has birthed many great minds such as Steve Jobbs the inventor of the iPod, or Bill Gates the creator of Windows. Such great minds, do you think they followed anyone? We must learn that in the world, our identity is defined by the actions we do, the thoughts we think and the words we speak. Normality, is something good, but in normality thats all you get. Not great, not bad, just, good. To step into the way of conformity is utterly yo lose one's self identity. When you think about it, that's pretty much all we have in life. Yet we somehow would prefer feeling comfortable by sticking with our peers rather than breaking free and becoming the outcast. Our society, or any other society for that matter has never encouraged being different, at risk of it going against the norm that they've set down. But the irony of it is, those who dare to break that norm are the very ones who come on to become true revolutionaries. It is a wonder though, why is it people would rather stick to the boring old thing everyones doing and wear the same old thing other people do? Aaah, the thing abou tit is, we are people of desire, not logic. If we were, there'd be no war, no conflict, nothing bad, that is if we were people of logic, and thats a really big if. Our desire rules us, whatever we want, so people want to be normal? People want to be boring? People want to be the same? Such a sad state of affairs, but thats who we are, for now anyway. Despite such, we must see that if we allow our minds to prosper to an extent never before seen, not only would it be beneficial to us, but also our nation, and maybe even all of mankind. That's how far the aspect of difference can take us in today's world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The skeptics will say we are out of line, that we are crazed lunatics whose actions are unacceptable. Who cares what they think, their just sour about the fact that we have the guts to do what they were too afraid to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I say, be different, be out of line, be crazed lunatics, and be unacceptable, because if thats what it takes to be great, to be outstanding, then so be it. Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;VLV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-1321616922396178510?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/1321616922396178510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=1321616922396178510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/1321616922396178510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/1321616922396178510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/01/mans-indomitable-stereotype.html' title='Man&apos;s Indomitable Stereotype'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-1743573351864167363</id><published>2009-01-08T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:00:47.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Tuesday With Tok Bak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;We talk of birth, we talk of life and ultimately we talk of death. 17 years, was how long me and Tok Bak talked of life, 17 years of which was spent with hugs and affection, until God decided time was up, and Tok Bak was called to the hereafter. So I think a slight rememberance is in order, for both myself and you dear reader. My grandfather was a great man, and that I'm sure is indisputable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mohd. Mess Othman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1926-2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Al-Fathihah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-1743573351864167363?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/1743573351864167363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=1743573351864167363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/1743573351864167363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/1743573351864167363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-talk-of-birth-we-talk-of-life-and.html' title='That Tuesday With Tok Bak'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-639134242344677749</id><published>2009-01-01T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:24:01.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dogma Of Fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Fashion is much like nature, it has its evolution dating back all the way to the stone age. Back then, the purpose of fashion was moreover to cover up your nether regions. Moving along through time, fashion was used as a classification of hierarchy among aristocrats and noblemen, back then they'd put on as much as they could, probably to paint the town red HAHA. Coming on up to the sixties, fashion started to get a little bit flamboyant, back then, miniskirts, were in their hey day, where the fashion at the time considered the old, to be new. In present day time, it seems fashion has become a culmination of all the ages, or so we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It serves all the purposes of the ages except the stone age strangely, because from the observations made by myself and my peers, it would seem over exposure is the trend of today. I find that a bit perplexing and due to that, I am ridiculed as the fashion accident. Fashion, in all nowadays, has become a very confusing industry that divulges money the likes of which the world has never seen before. But what people fail to see amidst the glamour of all the satin cloths and velvet lacings are that, the same money that falls into the hands of these designers are the money of self-conscious people who strive to achieve acceptance in the modern world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How many lives, have been destroyed due to their uncaring nature of what they wear. As often it is said, "Never Judge A Book By It's Cover" &amp;amp; "First Impressions Are Often, Wrong", but the narrow-minded populace of the world bases their judgement solely on appearance and looks. It'd seem that they fail to realise that they are being duped into inadvertently wasting their money on trends that have a maximum lifespan of one month, after which these same people will be running out to the stores and wasting their money even more, on more clothes that they don't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aside from the topic of cost, today's fashion leaves a lot to questioned. How is it, that a long flowing dress that guards the modesty of a lady is looked upon as unfashionable, when a miniskirt and tube top is considered fashionable despite their ability to leave little for the imagination. The ironic thing is, functionality is no longer taken into consideration. A belt, no longer acts as a tool, but rather an accessory, how ironic is that. I suppose, being fashionable has its qualities, but only if it is kept to a moderate state, because as all things in life, it ought to be taken in moderation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Fashion, the root of greed, materialism, conformity and division of cliques and groups, MY GOD! What irony it is. I have no quarrel with fashion, it has become much the way of life, for people today, even myself, despite being called a fashion outcast. It is but a hope that in the future, modesty will once again be restored to the clothes that we wear, so that we may once again live in civilised society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;VLV With Aid From Falnor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-639134242344677749?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/639134242344677749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=639134242344677749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/639134242344677749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/639134242344677749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2009/01/dogma-of-fashion.html' title='The Dogma Of Fashion'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-4060354707515359848</id><published>2008-12-18T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T06:05:24.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Revelation Of The Political Kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Its rather ironic how it is my thoughts tend to pull together to form some of the most absurd ideas anyone'd ever hear. Half the time I'd probably be spouting giberish that practically no one'd understand, or care to understand for that matter. But I suppose this isn't one of those times.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My future career had always been inclined to two things, law and psychology. As far as I know those two were the only two things that'd ever really made an impact on my life. But then a thought hit me, why is it I choose these two? To help people of course, to settle the troubles of the everyday man with an incentive of a minor fee. However, wouldn't it make more sense to actually help people where I could actually have an impact so drastic, that the change would all together benefit so many people? Thats when my thoughts trailed to the most unthinkable of professions....... politics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Often we hear people ranting of the problems our nation faces in the modern day world, economical, social, and otherwise, and it often seems that that is all they do, rant. It is often said that if you are willing to address the problem, then you must be willing to prepare a solution. But to this day so many of our modern day problems have yet to be solved, a tragic case of events. So I figured, I have addressed so many problems that plague our beloved Malaya and of all the things I've said, little has been done. So a more proactive approach is much overdue and I deem it fit for me to establish a career amidst the politicians of our fair nation, that is of course after and estimate of 25 years of legal practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The thought didn't stop there though, seeing as there are so many fields that the political world offers I was rather unhesitant when it came to selecting my desired field and often enough, my peers and comrades have divulged nothing commendable of the one who holds the post now, that is the post of the Minister Of Education. I find it rather ironic that the man who is supposed to be working for the best interests of todays younger generation in terms of education seems to be utterly disliked by the same people he works for. Could it be he's just warming the seat for the next honcho to step up after his rise to become Prime Minister? All the same, drastic changes were much called for but were not received. Time and time again, we, the younger generation have been deprived of our right to wholesome education that benefits us ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So after all that talk of claiming that the younger generation is the most valuable resource our nation has to offer, it seems the government has in all been spouting dribble from their inane prattling. Hence, this is why I so choose to target said career, because as far as I'm concerned if I can talk the talk, hell, I'm gonna try and walk the walk, thats for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Who knows, maybe its time the younger generation be looked upon as more of an asset rather than a commodity. Oh well, till then what little light of knowledge there is, we've just got to use to light our way to the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;VLV My Fellow Malaysians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aizat For Minister Of Education 2045 HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-4060354707515359848?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/4060354707515359848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=4060354707515359848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/4060354707515359848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/4060354707515359848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/12/revelation-of-political-kind.html' title='A Revelation Of The Political Kind'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-4897267153321761546</id><published>2008-12-13T04:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:55:10.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I'm Going Bald!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I made a slight comparison as how the movies of today are as compared to the movies made in the 1970's, and thats not too long ago. It seems, back then when they made movies about the future, it all seemed so bright, so colourful, so full of opportunities and hope, HEHE I assume people snapped out of that naivete seeing as nowadays all that we see in the movies is a very, very, very bleak future. Wars, death, famine, thats what we're depicting our future to be like, goodness despite all that talk of moving forward, of progress, of achieving greatness, we're just being plunged right back into the jungle aren't we? Well, the suburban jungle anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How ironic it is that people see a rather depressing future ahead of them, but then again its no surprise really, there's a certain reality that entails those estimations. What with all thats going on with the world today, the conflict that we see day after day, maybe thats why our outlook on our future's become a little more bleak than  we'd like it. After all, there're a million problems that hound every single person that calls them self a citizen of Earth. Practically 1/4 of it comes from the way things are being run, another 1/4 comes from the worries of one's own upkeep, and 1/2 of the problems are those little things that tend to make our lives a bit more tedious and meticulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;See this is why nowadays the medical field is becoming ever more popular, because it seems with all these worries and conflicts, people have somewhat neglected their mental health, so the psychs come in and supposedly solve your problems, but then they give you a new one altogether when their done, the bill. HAHAHA, but as any problem, it does have its solution, the whole 'inner peace', meditation and calming shebang, but then there's another problem of making time to actually get into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;HAHAHA it seems that problems are an ever present issue, after all they are life's little tests, so we just have to learn to prioritize I guess. I can assure you when we learn that, it'll be..... no problem HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;VLV Porfabors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-4897267153321761546?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/4897267153321761546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=4897267153321761546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/4897267153321761546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/4897267153321761546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-im-going-bald.html' title='I Think I&apos;m Going Bald!!!'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-4786528446901937579</id><published>2008-12-11T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:25:36.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku Of Two Seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The snow of winter melts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And the blossoms now in bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As spring calls it's return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-4786528446901937579?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/4786528446901937579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=4786528446901937579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/4786528446901937579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/4786528446901937579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/12/haiku-of-two-seasons.html' title='Haiku Of Two Seasons'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-4428804800188393153</id><published>2008-12-09T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:16:54.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose, No?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Unknowing to go left or right, that, is by far the shortest definition of indecision. It eats away at the mind, all the while wasting our time, bit by bit until we have none left. Why is it we allow such a pandemic to spread throughout the world? Imagine, how many people have fallen prey to worser fates due to their, or our indecision. Just goes to show, choices affect people, if they remain unchosen, well things'd probably end up going downhill. There was a term saying "Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained" so why hesitate with a choice? Pick either one, if your luck holds out good things happen, if not, worst case is that we're faced with another choice. In that there's a 50-50 chance that you'd get a good or bad result. But with indecision, HAHAHA bad results are a given.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Little to say that a minor reason such as indecisiveness is a cause for bad judgement though. There was a story once told, many of you might know it seeing as a portion of it was in Breaking Dawn, ironically, tis called the Tale Of Humpty Dumpty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So as things went in the poem was that Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, not so wise for an egg I'd say. Following that, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall, and I'm sure many of you know what happens when a fragile object comes in contact with a not-so-fragile object. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What makes this particular little nursery rhyme so interesting is the fact that it has a lot to do with the topic of this blog. See in truth, Humpty Dumpty was represented as a king of a nation, the wall signified that he was 'on the wall' meaning neither here nor there. This was because he was once approached by either of his allied nations whom were ironically at war. They came to him seeking to form an alliance, but his indecisiveness had him choose too late and inevitably ended with his nation's demise. Caught in between the the warring nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So indecisiveness has a little catch to it, that is why often when we are told to choose, the pressure presses hard on us. Hence the indecisive nature of our global community. Perhaps the issue is not so much of choosing, but moreover of remaining neutral, a gray line per se. But perhaps thats a topic for another time. As for this one, to put it simply, indecisiveness is much of a plague that is a great nuisance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Let me leave you with a slight quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Risk Of A Wrong Decision Is Preferable, To The Terror Of Indecision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;-Maimonides-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-4428804800188393153?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/4428804800188393153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=4428804800188393153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/4428804800188393153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/4428804800188393153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/12/choose-no.html' title='Choose, No?'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-8313666186458848016</id><published>2008-12-08T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:34:13.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Consortium Of Guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;People've often said to me, "Often, when people speakf I feel their words refer to me. Almost as if, I am the very heart of that issue". Well heres a hint of irony for you, often when we aren't at fault people can say anything and everything but we wouldn't be assuaged by their words because our subconscious tells us there's nothing to react to. But our psyche has this tendency to do things without our knowing, for instance, say I were to speak of an issue that is in general, very common amongst the people of today. The negativity of the topic spans to several individual, but so happens that one individual in particular feels hurt by the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Guilt is often a reflex rather than an emotion, and when we see something that raises that guilt, the reflex comes into action. So this individual per se is reacting to his/her guilt, meaning that this person must have done something of the sort to have given rise to their sense of guilt. An innocent man will walk unafraid to face his interrogators, but a man wracked with guilt would be a wrecked man as he approaches these interrogators. Which leads me to say, if no wrong was done, why is it people are guilted by such random topics? Could they have done something which is to say that they aren't proud of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As I said, guilt is often a reflex rather than an emotion, so if a person has done wrong. It'd be rather easy to tell, seeing as they're so easily contradicted by a slight topic. All the same, all wrongs should be made amends for, if only so assure we live in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;VLV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-8313666186458848016?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/8313666186458848016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=8313666186458848016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/8313666186458848016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/8313666186458848016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/12/consortium-of-guilt.html' title='A Consortium Of Guilt'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-8657017968892263308</id><published>2008-11-30T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T08:45:20.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute To IDiots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;People nowadays seem rather hypocritical, HAHA well thats a given, but there's one kind of hypocrisy that really makes the stomach churn. It was once said "An empty can makes the loudest noise" and by all that is good I support that saying 100%. They fall under that whole saying where they think just by being loud, they sound smart, go figure, people and their mentalities. But all the same, the truth is, that after you've stripped them of all their lies, they appear as only one thing, Grade A Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;See, we live in a world where lying always gets you where you want to go, provided that your good enough at it and that the lie is believable enough. So when people act, they pulling everything out of their ass HAHA, I gotta admit, I'm impressed even if it is in the slightest. I mean, WOW, who'd have thought that one day we'd be surrounded by idiots HAHA. Its one hell of a world where idiots shape the lives of those who're much more adept in intellectuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But its not all bad really, aside from the fact that they take credit for other people's work its quite a sweet deal. When idiots work everything around you, it gives you better chances for a promotion as compared to them, just make sure you can see their hands at all times, God knows what they'll swipe HAHA. So in all maybe living in an idiot world ain't so bad eh? All we have to make sure is that we keep them in check and don't let them turn us into idiots like them HAHA irony oh irony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;VLV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-8657017968892263308?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/8657017968892263308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=8657017968892263308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/8657017968892263308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/8657017968892263308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/11/tribute-to-idiots.html' title='A Tribute To IDiots'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-1446266692195917946</id><published>2008-11-27T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T07:56:12.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twist Of A Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In every civilisation, there comes a point where it's people stop and wonder to themselves "My god, how far have we strayed?". I wouldn't say we're exactly there yet, seeing as everyone's rather happy with their misdoings, indulgences and ignorance. What with the kind of world we live in, this seems a small wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The thing about people is, they tend to stray from a given path, maybe not often but still they stray nonetheless. Here's where you get up and walk to the mirror to take a long look at yourself and figure out, have you lost sight of what's wrong and right? There may yet be meaning when they say the worlds gone upside down, because if you think about it, thats exactly what's happened. What we have long seen as good deeds and noble acts are now regarded as tiresome tasks to undertake, whereas the actions that we've always frowned upon are now being seen as a new wave of crazes. TO THE WESTERN WORLD I THANK YOU FOR CORRUPTING MY PEOPLE. Ignorance, indulgence, misdeeds, blasphemy, when will it end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we doomed to exist in a limbo of wrongdoings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I see things in ways as to avoid the misgivings of the modern world, to avoid the corrupting influence that is the subliminal mindset of the modern world, and I'm regarded as a conservative fascist? If being constantly unaware of one's state of mind and also one's actions are the aspects of being liberal, then conservative fascist it is. Because when the day comes that we have to choose between what is wrong and what is right, let me be among the people who actually know how to identify right from wrong. As we are now, perhaps people are blind. Just as well, probably if they themselves saw what it is they do, probably even they'd be disturbed by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Change for the better, never for the worse. For we strive to achieve greatness, not to achieve blasphemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;VLV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-1446266692195917946?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/1446266692195917946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=1446266692195917946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/1446266692195917946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/1446266692195917946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/11/twist-of-mind.html' title='The Twist Of A Mind'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-7548797207376760774</id><published>2008-11-26T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:16:48.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Leaders Who Follow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our nation's leader recently had a slight dealing of damage control on the 'Yoga Fatwa' Hehe. It would seem, he says that muslims can still perform yoga, so long as it isn't accompanied by the chants. Bollux, by the sound of it all, a case of not thinking before you say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It makes you wonder, nowadays, why is it things like yoga, that've been around since god knows when are only recently being reviewed and only now their having the kinks ironed out. What makes things even more idiotic is the fact that they don't even care to review things like movies that appear in the cinemas, or songs that come out on the radio, things that can actually have a negative impact on the Malaysian community. It is exactly those things that ought to be filtered, rather than disapproving chanting in yoga sessions, would it not make more sense if the government were to ban inappropriate movies such as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Don't Mess With The Zohan &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;, after all, these type of movies could be classified as inappropriate, especially for the teenage populace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What kind of impression are they trying to make when songs like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Kissed A Girl&lt;/span&gt; is blatantly allowed on public radio? Makes you wonder where the government's priorities are when a miniscule issue is made into a public crisis, and a major issue is swept under the rug. Then again, we are talking about the government. Whatever it is, if this is the way things are seen, it seems we're only fueling the way to our own demise of self-destruction. People will follow where their leaders lead. Brain dead people anyway HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VLV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-7548797207376760774?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/7548797207376760774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=7548797207376760774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/7548797207376760774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/7548797207376760774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/11/leaders-who-follow.html' title='The Leaders Who Follow'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-2336700716681524347</id><published>2008-11-22T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:35:11.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions, For The Disdained Psyche</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I like watching. Its always so interesting to see people mucking things up HAHA, and that they do. So many questions, so little time HAHA, I'm not gonna do much talking. I'm just gonna set a list of plausible questions that anyone can try and answer HAHA. Good Luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do people hurt the ones they love?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do people say things they don't mean?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do people lie without reason?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do people forget things they say they wouldn't?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do people judge before they understand?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do people choose to blend in rather than stand out?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do people choose conflict over resolution?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do people find it easier to break rather than build?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do people act to cruelly towards their fellow man?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course my personal favourite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    10. Why do people choose to be the worst, when they can be the best of what they are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA alright, have fun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-2336700716681524347?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/2336700716681524347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=2336700716681524347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/2336700716681524347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/2336700716681524347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/11/questions-for-disdained-psyche.html' title='Questions, For The Disdained Psyche'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-2774002963979853309</id><published>2008-11-18T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:34:21.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drenched On The Sidewalk Of Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Starting a day would usually entail waking up in the morning to engage in one's daily actions. That wasn't the case for me, mine entailed a continuation of yesterday's routine to today's which was bridged by six sleepless hours which mainly consisted of reading an interesting book and taking pictures of people sleeping. In all I suppose I've had a very eventful 48-hour day, which mostly consisted of slight naps, walking in the rain, getting annoyed, and simply laughing around with the crew. Somehow, even that didn't make things better.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Come to think of it, it all really went downhill when the lads left for the Cyber Cafe and I was left at the house, due to fear of getting heat stroke thanks to my lack of sleep. I stayed in that house for and expected duration of forty minutes, after which my annoyance got the better of me, the one who was sleeping and the host didn't have a hand in that, though I recall another being there. As I left the skies got slightly darker to the extent that they suggested heavy rain, me being ever lackadaisical did little to seek shelter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Fast forwarding slightly had me walking in the rain after being drenched whilst I ran to the nearest bus stop. The air conditioning in the bus helped a lot with the hypothermia, plus the ride was getting rather bumpy as we went on. Thankfully, I managed to reach home with only a slight fever in tow. I really should thank certain people, and certain services for helping to make the day what it was, A Big Friggin Waste Of Bloody Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In all, I say good riddens to bad rubbish.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-2774002963979853309?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/2774002963979853309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=2774002963979853309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/2774002963979853309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/2774002963979853309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/11/drenched-on-sidewalk-of-luck.html' title='Drenched On The Sidewalk Of Luck'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-4690978767178409917</id><published>2008-11-14T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:09:20.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Enough Noise, LOUDER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Call it an impression or whatever you feel it is, but after checking out the political blogs that people like Rocky Bru posted online, HAHA the Summatious Notes seem so inferior HAHA. Those guys really got their work cut out for them, and they really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;belasah&lt;/span&gt; on whatever they have to say. Gotta salute them, people who're actually talking bout things that matter. Seems like we've finally got a voice if you think about it. After all, the only time we ever see changes being made are when the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rakyat&lt;/span&gt; are in an uproar. Even then its still a vague difference, so its kind of a  good thing to have these bloggers around. Hehe, I recall a saying that went - 'Put Me Out In The Sun Long Enough, And You'll See Just How Hot Headed I Can Get' - so in a word I guess the guys upstairs are putting the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rakyat&lt;/span&gt; in the sun. What's more, the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rakyat&lt;/span&gt; can't really do much can they? Maybe its time for a real change, because the truth of the matter is, we shouldn't be afraid to stand up, should we? Hell, they're the ones in our payroll not the other way around after all. But then again the people don't really care overall, seeing as the only time they ever make enough noise to be heard is when their position seems contradicted. The younger generation seems more inclined to simply be complacent with the way things are run. Its that whole "It doesn't bother me, so why care" mentality I guess. Still, we ought to do what's actually right and if necessary, put those big wig buggers back in their place.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So to those political bloggers who're making themselves heard, I say keep at it. I'm sure I am but one of many supporters who'd be happy to see some change take place in our nation. Godspeed ladies and gentlemen, I'll help where I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;VLV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-4690978767178409917?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/4690978767178409917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=4690978767178409917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/4690978767178409917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/4690978767178409917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-enough-noise-louder.html' title='Not Enough Noise, LOUDER!!!'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-1070682942032556526</id><published>2008-11-13T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:31:22.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Regret To Regret That Your Regret, Is Regrettable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;People are rather satisfied aren't they. What with that whole saying-'Live your life without regret'-it seems people choose to believe what is said. How's that possible? Life without regret? HAHAHA as I recall there was a nine letter word for that situation, I believe it was 'BLASPHEMY'. Regret is a normal prospect in life, we can expect it at any point in our lives, and above all, it has to exist because we know all too well one way or another we have to learn from our mistakes. Regret tends to keep us from repeating them, so which overzealous pump said that we ought to live without it? HAH, its become much of a tendency for people to speak without forethought. To that I am not surprised. That probably explains why so many people procure hedonism* in their everyday lives. Their logic dictates that their regret seems more an anchor to their desires, which it is, but then why deny their desires? This proves their biggest mistake, because with no regret, they never learn and their constantly caught in a continuous limbo that goes on until two possibilities are concluded, they either realise their mistake, or they continue on in the same state until their day's end. Dramatic as it is, thats the reality of things. In truth regret isn't a bad thing, quite the contrary, it proves our most useful emotion in the times where we seek reconciliation and forgiveness, but the irony of it is, the only time those emotions are ever truly honest is when we're in that very situation. Nonetheless, such things are required in life and without them clearly we don't function as normal human beings. So take into consideration, the fact that we regret our mistakes is a good thing. Keep in mind also...... mistakes should never be repeated. Lest we repeat our ill fated past.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;VLV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-1070682942032556526?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/1070682942032556526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=1070682942032556526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/1070682942032556526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/1070682942032556526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-regret-to-regret-that-your-regret-is.html' title='I Regret To Regret That Your Regret, Is Regrettable'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-5306851598112265968</id><published>2008-11-10T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:36:09.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Clover, Interesting. Four Leaves? Even Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So it seems what the two of us started has now turned into four. Haha, and what's all the more ironic about it all is that the other two seem to be finding themselves on the same path that we'd taken so long ago. Heh, it seems I keep repeating to myself how old I am, perhaps its true, its either that or just how proud I am as a bigger brother to my younger counterpart. To think that it all started with a four leave clover from someone special. It is after all a sign of good luck so perhaps thats why its so special, its either that or we're looking at what might be a truly coincidencial turn of events. Either way, we are where we are now all in the design and accord of fate and destiny. One who fights both is definitely a foolish man, so instead follow where it takes you, like a boat being taken out to sea. Because after all.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;'Fate Ties Me To You, As Such I Will Always Return'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;........ So lets have a round of honey, and maybe a few bushels of clovers to go with it. Who knows, maybe it'll make life all the more sweet HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;VLV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-5306851598112265968?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/5306851598112265968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=5306851598112265968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/5306851598112265968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/5306851598112265968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/11/clover-interesting-four-leaves-even.html' title='A Clover, Interesting. Four Leaves? Even Better'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-7328472862598299747</id><published>2008-11-03T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:39:03.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sense That? Its Either Fear Or Stupidity Roaming Around</title><content type='html'>The ones thought dead have apparently risen from the grave to wreak their terrible vengeance on we the living who have so wronged them. Practically everyone fears this possibility. Myself, HAH a pathetic last resort to obtain attention and call allies to their side. Show yourself..... or are the shadows, where you choose to strike from, coward? Many a people have seen the charades you play, and many a people are becoming wise to your antics. So what now? An outward assault has failed, so too has silent attrition, I suppose the frontal assault would be your next ploy. That is unless you've already raised your white flag. Sedition and schisms are clearly out of your range, so in short you are in a rather despondent situation aren't you. What practically disgusts me is the fact that your even trying to appeal to the nature of mercy and compassion in the humanity of all people. HAHAHA, this is war, such feelings serve no purpose here. So keep at it if you must, fight the good fight and kick and scream your way into history but just take into consideration that you'll be remembered not for your wisdom, cunning or guile, but instead for the bruises, scars and wounds you've left behind in all the kicking, scratching and thrashing. Heh, much resembles a desperate attempt. So go on ahead....... we'll be waiting....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;VLV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-7328472862598299747?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/7328472862598299747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=7328472862598299747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/7328472862598299747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/7328472862598299747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/11/sense-that-its-either-fear-or-stupidity.html' title='Sense That? Its Either Fear Or Stupidity Roaming Around'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-5331665895495220796</id><published>2008-11-02T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:29:16.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epilogue</title><content type='html'>No matter how I see it,&lt;div&gt;He's gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken by the king's madness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was too young to have ever understood what happened,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without even caring for the ramifications,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He killed us both,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me.....,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He'd confidently thought that we were soon to betray him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A son and a father who had served the king for so long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His irrationality and discontent has now lead to my son's death,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so the king joins him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the king alone would be no satisfaction,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No.....,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lest he feel the pain by which he had wrought,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His beloved and his son were too taken from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now my road is unseen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pulling myself through the days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to find a new purpose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Given the circumstances I am in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people have come to know me as something inhuman,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it is in fact they who are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So be it then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My vengeance will live on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-5331665895495220796?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/5331665895495220796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=5331665895495220796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/5331665895495220796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/5331665895495220796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/11/epilogue.html' title='Epilogue'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-526692034375008455</id><published>2008-11-02T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T07:48:47.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They've taken my hopes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They've taken my dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My courage,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My trust,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And above all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They've taken my honor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is a man who is but a hollow shell of his true self,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What am I if my ideals have been robbed from me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perhaps this is how the Fates choose to repay me for my aid,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By thrashing me aside to make way for tyrants upon the throne,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So to my services to the king go unpaid,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shall I quiver at his heels for mercy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stand shall I,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A wreck of a man betrayed by his own trust,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To slash at unwanted emotions in the face of destiny,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To undertake the greatest journey my soul will ever bear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tis not a journey of righteous justice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But a journey to sate my revenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stand all you men,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who hold your spears high to the heavens in hopes of victory,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little do you see the forces of Chaos and Pandemonium knock at your gates,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All is not as it seems,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For what was expected an army,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is but one man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thy men are dead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thy rulers are dead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thy son is dead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thy queen is dead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now my king of kings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You....... are dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-526692034375008455?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/526692034375008455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=526692034375008455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/526692034375008455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/526692034375008455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/11/revenge.html' title='Revenge'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-4529510302893885925</id><published>2008-11-02T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:47:21.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Albert Twas A Friend</title><content type='html'>During the 2nd world war a prodigy by the name of Albert Einstein was discovered, Mr Einstein was an intelligent man whose genius was sadly used to build the atomic bomb. Aside from that, one of his more outstanding discoveries included the theory of relativity. Mr. Einstein explained the theory as follows "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute and it feels like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour and it seems like a minute. Thats relativity". &lt;/span&gt;Interesting no? HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-4529510302893885925?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/4529510302893885925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=4529510302893885925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/4529510302893885925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/4529510302893885925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/11/albert-twas-friend.html' title='Albert Twas A Friend'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-2383903047750224129</id><published>2008-10-31T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:33:08.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhetoric Per Word, But Still Its True</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday as I was watching the news, an interesting topic came up. The headline read' The younger generations of today are becoming more and more materialistic'. HAHA a poll on the topic had 40% agreeing with it, and 60% disagreeing with it. I highly doubt that the 40% were all young people just as I doubt that the 60% were all old people. My point being, the only people who ever have enough credit and time, to waste on voting on the polls for a news show are either really bored adults, or teenagers who've gotten their cable cut off. But I digress, I thought it was a rather just topic seeing as it is true, (but to those critics out there let me finish) to a certain extent. No need to cast the view so far to the nations across the sea, materialism can be found a plenty in our nation itself. Like many things in life even materialism has it's branches, which is commonly made up the regular unimportant things in our daily life. Its those things that're nice to have, that usually make people a bit side tracked or maybe even crazy. Why, you may ask. Well, as most things we take in moderation, a large supplementary amount of people choose to over indulge in things that they don't even need. See, those conglomerates that sell everything, be it your favourite brand of shirt, your beloved shoes, your adored handphones and of course your unforgettable accessories, give the impression that whatever they sell, you need. Judging from the unsurmountable amount of practically useless 'fads' that everyone seems to buy, these conglomerates are succeeding gracefully in their money hungry quest to make all people believe that they need these 'fads'. Often people have approached me and asked why is it I don't have any fashion sense, why am I so out of date in terms of technology, why don't I see the suaveness of a tight T-shirt, leather bangle, jeans and a black necklace. Every time these questions are posed to me, I assure you, I don't get mad. Far from it, I pity these loathsome people, they actually think that I care about what they have to say. Indeed very pitiful, people who can't stand their shortcomings and so they try and cover them up by working at other people's flaws. Take deep thought into it. One saves more money and feels better by not keeping up to date with today's fashion stylings, aside from that, it definitely lowers one's ego at not having to compete to look ones best in terms of the external form. In likes of technology, well functionality is what matters above all else, but even in this section people want to compete. Why is it people want to compete when it comes to things like this, I will never know. In short I'll just put this in retrospect, the only people who'd ever bother themselves with fashion are probably people who must really have an extreme case of an inferiority complex. As for technology, well, they'd rather face the screen of an object rather than a good book so go right ahead. No loss on my part. My opinion on the matter? Yes, a large amount of the younger generation IS materialistic. But you wouldn't think so, now would you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-2383903047750224129?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/2383903047750224129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=2383903047750224129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/2383903047750224129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/2383903047750224129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/10/rhetoric-per-word-but-still-its-true.html' title='Rhetoric Per Word, But Still Its True'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-2869758322933314231</id><published>2008-10-29T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:12:11.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whine, Whine And Whine Some More</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, proactivity is the mark of a true revolutionary. Those who dare to take matters into their own hands, and actually deal with the problem are those who are capable of many things. But as luck would have it, people would rather have someone else solve their problems for them simply because they don't have the attention span to truly focus on the problem and come up with a solution, quite a shame. Perhaps its finally time to stop whining about the problems we have, to any random person who has a sympathetic ear and instead handle the matter ourselves. After all, who better to know what's best for us if not ourselves, because if even you don't know what's best for yourself, then its a rather sad affair wouldn't you say. Notice, day in and day out people constantly complain of their troubles relentlessly, in hopes that someone who probably has no idea what their talking about would take the time out of their day to face said person and say these two words "I Understand". If you put it in retrospect, not much good comes from this interaction. In the long run, you've just got reassurance that you don't even know whether it is or isn't true and to top it all off, you've just wasted someone else's time and probably have added to their ignorance and hypocrisy, bravo I must say. When will people learn that our problems should remain, OUR PROBLEMS. Perhaps several trustworthy people may be relied on to relay this type of information, but who knows, things have a way of biting us in the butt. So rather than waste your time, effort and attention on asking a person's advice or aid on a certain problem that 'you' have, why not be a little more proactive in these matters, for all you know by solving your problems yourself, you save money and time by not having going all the way to the shrink. Alright then, tis all for now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;VLV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-2869758322933314231?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/2869758322933314231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=2869758322933314231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/2869758322933314231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/2869758322933314231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/10/whine-whine-and-whine-some-more.html' title='Whine, Whine And Whine Some More'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-2594972067386627950</id><published>2008-10-24T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T09:22:20.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Mind, Thanks Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>Dear Reader,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for taking the time and effort for reading the 'Summatious Notes' that I've prepared. I understand the topics seem rather erratic in terms of presentation and deliverance but I assure you I strive to portray them in the most erudite manner. Above all else I simply wish to convey upon you the reality of our modern day happenings and culture, along with the norms that we have adopted from the Western lands. So if you so wish to comment, critic or contribute to the 'Summatious Notes', by all means please do, I would highly appreciate any feedback you wish to convey. So please do help me in taking a proactive stance in making our lives much more knowledgeble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In Service To My Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Edwardian Script ITC';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Aizat/Zachary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Edwardian Script ITC';font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Edwardian Script ITC';font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Viva La Vida &amp;amp; Viva La Sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-2594972067386627950?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/2594972067386627950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=2594972067386627950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/2594972067386627950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/2594972067386627950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-reader-i-would-like-to-take-this.html' title='This Mind, Thanks Your Eyes'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-7730026398337540469</id><published>2008-10-21T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T07:00:57.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Affair Of Modern Day People.....This Might Mean You....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What's happening to you, my people? Have so soon you forgotten your ways? Have so soon you forgotten the oaths that our forefathers took? The very same oaths we are sworn to keep? No? Well, I believe you have. Every aspect of your being in so-called modern life is an insult to what they stood for. From the way you talk, to the way you dress, and even the way you act. You might think "Who is he to say such things?". Well, my reply? I AM A MALAY, born and bread. Contradict me if you must, but as always, ask yourself whether or not what I say is true. From top to bottom look at yourself in the mirror and judge the person looking back. I am not a person who bases claims that are unfounded, I speak from both observation and knowledge. It is a great dissapointment when your own countrymen put the basis of conformity of the western civilizations before the prospects of our traditions, the beauty and modesty of our culture has been made way for the immorality of the unsightful tendencies of western culture. Have we no shame to what our forefathers fought for? The independance of our land strived for so hard, only for it to be snatch away by the pollution of young minds.... Reconsider your actions, what have you done to show that you haven't forgotten the identity you were born with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A Man Of No Identity, Is Nothing More Than A Traitor To His Own Cause &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-7730026398337540469?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/7730026398337540469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=7730026398337540469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/7730026398337540469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/7730026398337540469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/10/sad-affair-of-modern-day-peoplethis.html' title='A Sad Affair Of Modern Day People.....This Might Mean You....'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-8633797773216929877</id><published>2008-10-20T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T06:03:51.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can easily say that I'm a person who isn't easily irked by the stupidity and naivete of mankind's actions. But there are those few golden moments where I simply cannot withdraw myself from stating the obvious and oblivious fact, that THE ACTIONS PEOPLE TAKE ONLY SUCCEED IN REFLECTING THEIR COMMON IGNORANCE, and I do so mean this from the bottom of my heart. It seems to be one idiotic motion after another as issue after issue of meaningless debate has been brought up by these idiotic asses. Perhaps its a wise opt to move through life without caring as to what others endeavour to do, that way we somehow find ourselves untied to the wayward problems people pose to us. Aside from the annoying tendencies mankind seems to have taken up, the countless character flaws that they seem to display only further irk and annoy individuals such as myself. Perhaps thats why I'm somewhat desensitized to the idiocies of mankind's unwavering ignorance, take the fact of indecision, added with countless cases of bias towards one's fellow man, along with the fact that people forget all to easily and place those facts hand-in-hand with the countless other flaws that embody mankind. What other people choose to do I simply have no aspect or impudence to care what idiotic actions idiotic people do, my advice - simply live and wallow in your troubles and shortcomings because in due time you'll find yourself drowning in them well enough.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Let Your Hate Fuel Your Passion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-8633797773216929877?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/8633797773216929877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=8633797773216929877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/8633797773216929877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/8633797773216929877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-8376152179672168212</id><published>2008-10-08T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:52:53.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sekai wa utsukushiku nanka nai. Soshite sore yueni utsukushii</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;With the sky as black as ever, the rain fell from the sky whilst I walked the dim lit streets with my cloak on. Throughout the day I'd been caught within a slight tinge that I often get around this time of year. It seemed the only thing I'd done so far was meditate quietly, seeing as I didn't go to school HAHAHA. But tonight was especially strange, quiet as ever, without a hint of sound. That is unless you count the numerous messages that someone*-hehe- sent me, which made the night somewhat more, lets say-bright. Whatever it was its indeed an interesting day, hopefully days like this come around more often, hopefully.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I found this quote whilst watching an inspirational show, and I thought it necessary to share with my readers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-The World Is Not Beautiful, Therefore It Is-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I take it upon you dear reader, to decipher the meaning for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-8376152179672168212?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/8376152179672168212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=8376152179672168212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/8376152179672168212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/8376152179672168212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/10/sekai-wa-utsukushiku-nanka-nai-soshite.html' title='Sekai wa utsukushiku nanka nai. Soshite sore yueni utsukushii'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-5764195048080042497</id><published>2008-10-06T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T06:31:05.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curiouser And Curiouser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I Must Say, I've Rarely Expressed This Side Of Me, And I Don't Even Know How Long It'll Last. But Of All The Days Within The 365 Days That Make Up A Year, Today......... It's Good To Be Alive..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mind You There's A 70% Chance I've Gone Off The Deep End. The Other 30% God Knows What XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VLV Comrades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-5764195048080042497?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/5764195048080042497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=5764195048080042497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/5764195048080042497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/5764195048080042497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/10/curiouser-and-curiouser.html' title='Curiouser And Curiouser'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-6534843200458219125</id><published>2008-10-05T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T01:25:26.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope, Thats As Simple As It Gets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alaska-in-pictures.com/data/media/13/sun-light-from-above_1042.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; " src="http://www.alaska-in-pictures.com/data/media/13/sun-light-from-above_1042.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ever stopped to think, or in this case ask yourself - What is it that kept you going for all these years, despite those curve balls life's been throwing at you all this while. I suppose the answer'd be nothing short of 'Hope', that other voice in your head that tells you that around that corner there's something that'll make things better than the situation your in. Hope's a strange thing it seems to be the first thing to mess you up, but also the last thing that keeps you going, heh maybe thats why its called mankind's strength. Myself? I've had my share of those moments where there's nothing else to rely on, save hope that is. My latest ordeal took a lot of hope to get through, but thanks to it, along with my hard headed personality and devil may care attitude its all been overcome. Its not finished, but still its one big step towards the future, and I can confidently say that there'll be much hope due there. So hold onto hope, even in your darkest hours dear reader, for like rays of light through dark clouds, it'll shine through to light the way to a bright future. So hope for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VLV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-6534843200458219125?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/6534843200458219125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=6534843200458219125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/6534843200458219125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/6534843200458219125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/10/hope-thats-as-simple-as-it-gets.html' title='Hope, Thats As Simple As It Gets'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-819917134558413028</id><published>2008-09-29T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:18:27.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints Upon The Dunes Of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stfi-packforsk.eu/upload/Edge/Product%20images/desert_web2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.stfi-packforsk.eu/upload/Edge/Product%20images/desert_web2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;See that long road ahead of you? Thats your journey, it is what you must endure and surpass to reach your goal. Do you see your destination? I'm sure you don't, at least not yet anyway. So why is it you keep going on with this long journey, despite the fact you will be tested to your very limits, to the very extent that you would begin to consider ending the journey where you stand. A just question, why?&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The answer lies not with any one individual, but it lies with us all. Life, is indeed a great journey. One that all of us walk through together, we may meet countless others who walk along the same path as we do, through the same trials and the same pleasures. But just as we began this journey alone, we are all fated to end it in the same way. So enjoy life, for the goal of achievement lies not at the destination, but within the journey itself. Take solace in the man who treks the scorching dunes alone, for he will walk for miles to come and never will he know the pain of loss when he reaches his goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VLV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-819917134558413028?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/819917134558413028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=819917134558413028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/819917134558413028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/819917134558413028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/09/footprints-upon-dunes-of-time.html' title='Footprints Upon The Dunes Of Time'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-2501858921400952855</id><published>2008-09-27T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:56:38.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enemies At Every Turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Trust, what is trust? Simple word, grand meaning. Then again the meaning isn't so grand if you think about it. Haha nowadays trust is like second hand cash, use it to get what you want, but in the long run it ain't worth nuts. People place their trust in each other, all the while never really knowing who can or can't be trusted. Its all a gamble, like most things in life, the price of which we often find is too much for us to bear. That partially explains why I'm not a gambling man, if you ask me, no risk, no loss. As for gain, thats a totally different matter. Still, todays world seems to get by just fine in the precept of thinking that everyone can be trusted, no matter who they are. I assume this is the main cause of the pandemic we've come to know as naivete. However strangely enough, trust seems to work in a constant balance, you lose someone's trust you gain someone else's its quite twisted if you think about it, which is exactly why I simply admire the idea Haha. But in true deep thought, I've noticed one very very VERY important thing about the way the world works-you can't trust anyone, perhaps a few exceptions but even then you gotta keep on your toes. Many a great men have met their demise simply due to the fact that they've put too much of their trust, in the wrong people. So it makes you wonder, in a world where even the closest of people can backstab you, who can you trust?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VLV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-2501858921400952855?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/2501858921400952855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=2501858921400952855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/2501858921400952855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/2501858921400952855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/09/enemies-at-every-turn.html' title='Enemies At Every Turn'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-8275817235531883253</id><published>2008-09-26T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T07:13:45.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ramblings Of A Crazed Lunatic, But Still Nons The Wiser</title><content type='html'>Know that voice deep in your head,&lt;div&gt;That voice that fills you up with dread,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the darkest corners it has lead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such proves just how much you are dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There is such a thing as a voice deep in your heads ladies and gentlemen, such a voice is commonly known as the voice of reason. Perplexing enough though, many people choose not to apply this genetically built in sense of logic. Strange indeed how people choose pleasure over patience. Yes ladies and gentlemen I have seen it happen time and time again, it often happens to the best and the worst of people, despite what they may say. Human nature has always made myself and others ponder a great deal, how man can be the greatest and worse of what they are. Its tiring to think about how people are, best to just stand back and let them swim in their own ignorance. HAHAHAHA, I'll never get tired of that one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What Confounding Lies We Weave, Only To Be Tangled In Our Own Web Of Deceit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-8275817235531883253?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/8275817235531883253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=8275817235531883253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/8275817235531883253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/8275817235531883253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/09/ramblings-of-crazed-lunatic-but-still.html' title='The Ramblings Of A Crazed Lunatic, But Still Nons The Wiser'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-2416543794133294209</id><published>2008-09-24T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:15:47.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Judge Of Undisputed Facts</title><content type='html'>Hahaha its a very interesting notion to allow others to judge you. It somehow tends to leave a window of  opportunity on your part to test and see how truly imbecilic people can be. Their tendency to pass judgement purely based on what they see, which is the external characteristics of any given person, seems to accentuate their ignorance. Ironic it is indeed, man simply has this vaunted idea that his judgement somehow means a great deal of significance, when the truth of the matter, is that his opinion we could do very well without. Seems rather obnoxious if you think about it, but then again there are a lot of obnoxious people out there. Point of fact, there are also people who judge but seem to be capable of fooling others and in some cases, themselves into believing that they have done no such thing. Often their cloak tends to be their so-called modesty, the sad truth is that these people fear being judged themselves, thus they create a believable persona in the eyes of their peers as to allow them to base their opinions without being contradicted on their own part. Mind you dear reader, judgement at some parts are beneficial but only when it truly helps us grow, otherwise your just blowing hot air. Its a sad fact that people today seem to blatantly judge others in the desperate attempt to make up for their own shortcomings, sad indeed. But what right have we to judge other people? Answer that for yourself dear reader, because the answer I have will surely dissatisfy you to the utmost. Ponder this slight question, and perhaps many other answers would become clear to you. Judgement.....HAH interesting indeed how mankind thinks.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VLV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-2416543794133294209?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/2416543794133294209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=2416543794133294209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/2416543794133294209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/2416543794133294209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/09/judge-of-undisputed-facts.html' title='A Judge Of Undisputed Facts'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-6748519127142614861</id><published>2008-09-18T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:18:13.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love? Its All A Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Who are we to say we know what love is? The time we've spent on this good Earth is simple a paltry two digits and yet we assume we know it all. The so-called philosophy of love is as that of a dream, it's there, but never realistic. What sets the bound apart is that even individuals who have no sense of morals in any way whatsoever still are capable of stating these words of frivolous lies "I'm in love". HAH yeah right buddy, I'd say thats true if pigs could fly. Its yahoos like this that tend to confuse feeling and smell, what you'd call an infatuation they'd  call a feeling, and what you'd call a feeling, God knows what they'd call it. What's more, there are a majority of individuals from the sides of both genders, that seek to use 'love' as a blasphemous excuse to take advantage of their supposed 'significant other'. Ironic no? A bond of trust and caring yet, these individuals use it in such a way. HAH. Thus, this begs the question-what is love? A dull minded comrade of mine once attempted to assuage my philosophy by saying "Love is everything, and everything is love" HAHAHA I ended up giving him a reply asking "So if love is everything, you go to the toilet to crap oso still love lah?" the best he could do was smile and say "Noooo, ah damn you". Not to contradict anyone's ideals, but how could this one person who confidently stated that he knew what love was, simply give an answer which was by all intents and purposes, so easily contradicted? Supposedly, the variation of love goes back to the aspect of two individuals being together in a binding state, trust me, if every ding dong who asked a typical 'couple' on their views of love, and actually believed what these idiots say, half the nation would be enshrouded with social problems and on this point I kid you not. So I ask again, why do we think we know what love is? Perhaps its simply a spur of the moment that creates a feeling of infatuation for someone, seeing as after sooooooo many declarations of undying loyalty, eventually the cookie crumbles sending all thoughts of so-called 'Love' into disarray. What's more this isn't just proven by the teenage populace. Oooooooh no, even married couples nowadays are divorcing like nobodies business. Think about it, you think you know love? Hell, half the adults out there still don't know what it is, whose to say you do eh? However, there are philosophies that state love in a positive manner, for instance:-&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make love not war&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love makes the world go round&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love is all you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on and so forth. But has anyone ever heard of the negative manner that this element is portrayed in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take for example:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love, a four letter word for blackmail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love with all your heart, you lose everything, love with inhibition, you gain everything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love'd kill us all in the end&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Its somewhat strange how the negativity of said element extends so deeply. Mind you the element I'm referring to here is simply the type of infatuation that is mistaken for love. There of course are other types of this element that are plausible and acceptable, however for a brief discourse...... this one is not. But don't listen to me, go out there and keep believing that your love will one day come knocking on your door and who knows, maybe for once in a lifetime, it might be the real thing. Who knows, time'll tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VLV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-6748519127142614861?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/6748519127142614861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=6748519127142614861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/6748519127142614861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/6748519127142614861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-its-all-lie.html' title='Love? Its All A Lie'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-8674990816959087190</id><published>2008-09-16T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:23:11.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Term Memory Eh?</title><content type='html'>To forget, positive? Negative? People often say that to forget would be the greatest escape from suffering. Others say to forget simply proves carelessness of someone who just can't seem to remember important points. Myself? To forget would often seem a degree of idiocy that proves inexplicably that one person has  no consideration towards the past. The past helps us learn and grow from where we are, to forget it.... well, not interested in growing are we? But why do people say to forget would prove an escape from pain and suffering? Inference, forgetting by far has never been a solution, history never records forgetting as a solution to anything, rather it is a delay to another choice. What choice you may ask, a choice of whether to come into full realisation of what ails us or to simply succumb to said ailment. Notice how no one ever forgets to forget eh? Haha. So ask yourself, to forget, good? Bad? George Santayana once said "Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it". Think about it, to forget or not..... you decide&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VLV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-8674990816959087190?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/8674990816959087190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=8674990816959087190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/8674990816959087190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/8674990816959087190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/09/short-term-memory-eh.html' title='Short Term Memory Eh?'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-2689698729183619586</id><published>2008-09-15T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:58:52.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Morning...</title><content type='html'>...So tired. But I woke up thinking about someone..... what the hell, I got better things to do lah. Hish, but I guess its OK. As if I'm not used to it, OK then, I'm gonna go Sahur now, not in a very contemptuous mood, not when its 3:57a.m in the morning. Heh, ok then, another day.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VLV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-2689698729183619586?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/2689698729183619586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=2689698729183619586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/2689698729183619586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/2689698729183619586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-morning.html' title='What A Morning...'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-263295746637602390</id><published>2008-09-14T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:40:14.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticked As Ever</title><content type='html'>Someone friggin' robbed me of my inspiration. Curse you........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-263295746637602390?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/263295746637602390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=263295746637602390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/263295746637602390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/263295746637602390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/09/ticked-as-ever.html' title='Ticked As Ever'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-5589954439932540776</id><published>2008-09-13T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:17:11.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Of An Open Palm</title><content type='html'>"To Love Someone Somehow Resembles Grasping A Butterfly, Too Much Love You Crush It, Too Little It Flies Away, Best One Can Do Is To Keep Thy Palm Open And Hope The Winged Beauty Stays"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adapted From &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raegis' Private Notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-5589954439932540776?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/5589954439932540776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=5589954439932540776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/5589954439932540776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/5589954439932540776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-of-open-palm.html' title='Love Of An Open Palm'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-6322496676735230756</id><published>2008-09-11T13:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:49:29.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rainy Morning Of Cereal</title><content type='html'>Waking up to a dark room, whilst checking my phone for any messages people might have sent ignorantly without considering the fact =.= I was asleep. Surprisingly enough I woke up to the pitter patter of rain drops outside, suddenly I was hit by a Shakesperian question, to wake, or not to wake, that was the question haha. Twas an effort made just to drag myself to the kitchen to put together some breakfast, oh yes, I cook.... cereal that is. After a bowl and a half of cereal was sluggishly chowed down, apparently theres nothing to do except to blog XD XD XD. I was looking around a bit at a few of my comrade's detailed blogs and i noticed hell of a lotta people read em. Woo liao wei. As a result of that I keep asking myself.... -_- how the heck am I gonna get this blog off the ground HAHA&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VLV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-6322496676735230756?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/6322496676735230756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=6322496676735230756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/6322496676735230756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/6322496676735230756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/09/rainy-morning-of-cereal.html' title='A Rainy Morning Of Cereal'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-5101840792880549398</id><published>2008-09-10T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:50:23.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Ways To Have A Good Day</title><content type='html'>1. Wake Up Thinking "It's Gonna Be A Good Day"&lt;div&gt;2. Smile At Every Person You Know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Engage In A Wholesome Conversation That's Intellectually Beneficial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Compliment At Least 3 People&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Make Sure That No Zips Are Left Down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Always Remember Where Your Headed, And Also Where You've Been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Think Of Someone Who Makes You Happy, Then Try And Returning The Favour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Think To Yourself "Humility's Best"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Read A Really Good Book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Write Down A Thought Or Two, And Record How Good The Day Was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VLV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-5101840792880549398?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/5101840792880549398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=5101840792880549398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/5101840792880549398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/5101840792880549398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/09/10-ways-to-have-good-day.html' title='10 Ways To Have A Good Day'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-1068151940432102181</id><published>2008-09-09T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:50:23.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Sheep Of The Flock Or A Big Bad Wolf?</title><content type='html'>To be different? To be the same? Which would you choose? To stand out amidst a crowd of your peers and be gawked at for being the only one among them who actually dared to stand and make a change or simply to blend with the crowd and be the one gawking. The world today plays a lot on how a person blends in, eccentricity is often looked at as a over reactive state of mind. But why? If all people thought the same way our revolutionaries would never have redefined the world and the way we live in it. My comrades, peers, friends, brothers and sisters have all but succumbed to this ill mattered plague that engulfs the generation of today. The harsh world of peer pressure has continuously broken them, time and time again into thinking as all else do, not to say that harmony of thought is an ill concept, but when one places the suggestions of others before one's own opinion, you'd better start thinking that somethings gone terribly wrong. So with what vestiges of thought you might have left I beseech you, let not others who are confined to the norms of a stereotypical community withhold you from capitalizing on your individuality that makes every single aspect of a person prominent, when we ourselves know that we are capable of far more than people expect of us that is when our universe's expanse grow far greater allowing us to wander in a vast space of ideas and thought and when that happens, the skies the limit. Many people today try to make sure they fit in, well I say stand out and make one hell of a statement HAHA&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viva La Vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-1068151940432102181?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/1068151940432102181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=1068151940432102181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/1068151940432102181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/1068151940432102181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-another-sheep-of-flock-or-big-bad.html' title='Just Another Sheep Of The Flock Or A Big Bad Wolf?'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-3288305950727969147</id><published>2008-09-05T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:35:19.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life And Times</title><content type='html'>Why does man feel he is in control of his destiny? He's better off controlling his density than his destiny haha. Truth be told, our fates are already written in stone, its just a matter of living it out. But if this is true why do terms such as 'The Future Is Yours' and 'Take Control Of Your Life' exist? Because man can't help but feel helpless, helpless under the fact that he doesn't know. The fear of not knowing has always gnawed at our sides, the fear of not knowing what the future holds. But then again, why must we know? This doesn't fall under the term 'Ignorance Is Bliss' rather it falls under the concept of 'Living Life To The Fullest'. When one spends his life looking towards the future but forgetting the present altogether, one tends to realise that he is out of sync with everything around him, that these people surrounding him are still moving at too fast a pace, whereas he had slowed down and taken time to smell the roses. So worry not for what awaits on the far horizon, take time to see the better things in life and perhaps even slow down, so that we may move faster.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viva La Vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-3288305950727969147?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/3288305950727969147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=3288305950727969147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/3288305950727969147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/3288305950727969147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-and-times.html' title='Life And Times'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442507106346713230.post-9101504897823681885</id><published>2008-09-05T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T03:37:24.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA</title><content type='html'>So it begins, a new start to a life online. Hahaha, doubt anyones going to be searching for me around here HAHAHAHA. Anyway, probably things'll be different as compared to the last time I wrote online heh. Well eitherway, thoughts in mind, time to get the ball rolling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442507106346713230-9101504897823681885?l=vivalasempre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/feeds/9101504897823681885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442507106346713230&amp;postID=9101504897823681885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/9101504897823681885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442507106346713230/posts/default/9101504897823681885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalasempre.blogspot.com/2008/09/haha.html' title='HAHA'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553827212069828475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdy74o1GUXw/Se2o5O1iEoI/AAAAAAAAADA/8A5U9jlSHRE/S220/Japanese+Samurai+Sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
