<?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-7550463</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:45:06.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eulogy of my Contemplation</title><subtitle type='html'>A Peculiar system of Organic 
materials which is able to act as one, forming an identity and awareness of its 
existence. With an ability to to react to stimulus and process information, 
an intelligent unit that is able to reason, it becomes. Within the unlimited space of 
imagination, there exist worlds of utopia and myriad of ideas. Expression of 
those ideas are herewith delivered, in Eulogy of my Contemplation.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-113009179691402074</id><published>2005-10-24T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T02:23:16.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ung Warrior Non Vector</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3915/470/1600/ungwarrior1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3915/470/400/ungwarrior.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-113009179691402074?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/113009179691402074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=113009179691402074' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/113009179691402074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/113009179691402074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2005/10/ung-warrior-non-vector.html' title='Ung Warrior Non Vector'/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-113004191449590910</id><published>2005-10-23T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T12:31:54.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ung Warrior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3915/470/1600/Ungwarrior2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3915/470/400/Ungwarrior2.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-113004191449590910?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/113004191449590910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=113004191449590910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/113004191449590910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/113004191449590910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2005/10/ung-warrior.html' title='Ung Warrior'/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-112679530403832655</id><published>2005-09-15T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T22:41:44.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euphoria '05</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3915/470/1600/Euphoria-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3915/470/400/Euphoria-Poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-112679530403832655?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/112679530403832655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=112679530403832655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/112679530403832655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/112679530403832655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2005/09/euphoria-05.html' title='Euphoria &apos;05'/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-112601870328959249</id><published>2005-09-06T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T22:58:23.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dim-witted Evil Devil</title><content type='html'>The sly, dim-witted evil devil stood motionless. He was thinking how to create havoc in the world. He thought of many ideas, but nothing seemed appropriate. Of course, being a dim-witted devil, he would take hours and hours to come up with an idea. Nevertheless, the evil devil is a determined creature. Remembering the promise he made to the seven Mojoojojoo of the Very Evil Land, the devil shivered. He knew he would become a pulp if he failed to come up with a brilliant plan. So he went on contemplating, until finally, a brilliant idea struck him. He felt tremendous pain as the lightning fast idea hit him on the head, coupled with a huge shining lightbulb popping out of thin air on top of his head. He picked up the brilliant idea from the floor, noticing the dent from the collision with his head. He opened the parcel and started reading the article. It says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear dim-witted evil devil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are from the department of evilly brilliant ideas. After much evil discussion and planning, we have come up with a brilliant idea as you have wished. Please refer to the appendix 17.a of the parcel for the brilliant plan. It has been a great evil experience to come up with the idea. My team and I wish you all the best and a very good LUCK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evilly Evil Devil&lt;br /&gt;Director of Devils relation&lt;br /&gt;Department of Evilly Brilliant Ideas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dim-witted evil devil tore the sealed envelop, with huge Appendix 17.A printed on the front, impatiently. He glanced through the evilly brilliant idea and a wickedly evil grin appeared on the devil's face. He started giggling evilly, delighted at the brilliantness of the evilly brilliant idea. The dim-witted evil devil would finally have revenge upon the world of humanity and wreak havoc! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's time to conquer the world!!" yelled the dim-witted evil devil. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-112601870328959249?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/112601870328959249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=112601870328959249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/112601870328959249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/112601870328959249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2005/09/dim-witted-evil-devil.html' title='The Dim-witted Evil Devil'/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-112558444729518960</id><published>2005-09-01T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T22:20:47.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooo..</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered why, that a delivery by car or land vehicles is called shipment while a delivery by ships are called cargo? It's an irony! Or was it just that the Oxford English faculty trying to be funny? I've decided to investigate the reason why this is so. So far, I've already gathered a league of nerds, AHEM, i mean academics to study is strange phenomenon. They are highly educated people, consisting of mostly Ph.Ds of various different faculties in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a long discussion with the academics, we've debated, argued and even got involved in a cat fight, No no.. not girls fighting but rather watching cats fight on the street. *Well, we apparently had the meeting in this strange place where cats population seemed to have boomed.* Gladly, we have come to agree on certain facts about this phenomenon. First, it's funny. HAHA. Second, it's funny! HAHAHA Third, it's funny! HAHAHAHA. ^_________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My competent group of academics comprising of PE teachers, nuclear scientists, astronomers as well as zoologists have eventually come up with a brilliant theory regarding the phenomenon. It is a fact that cars was only invented much later than ships. I would say, at least a few thousand years before cars were invented by Nicholas Cugnot, our ancestors or primates, have already started to transport objects by sea. The word 'cargo' was actually a Spanish word which mean burden. The English just adopted the word... Ha! Lazy bumps! Eventually, when people get used to objects being transported by sea, they took the word ship for granted. They got so used to thinking that the majority of things transported are by ships that they eventually call things transported by land, a shipment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-112558444729518960?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/112558444729518960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=112558444729518960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/112558444729518960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/112558444729518960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2005/09/oooo.html' title='Oooo..'/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-111531783030115031</id><published>2005-05-06T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T12:15:39.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me myself and I</title><content type='html'>Inside the box is where the mind is. The box doesn't have any opening, it traps the mind in it. A little world of serenity and calmness lies within the enclosed space, sheltering the mind from the outside world; mind can only wander thus far. In this tiny little world of the mind, there lies the image of self. There it was, Me myself and I. Everything reacts and evolve around the majestic ruler of the tiny world. In isolation the being stood with authority over everything else. Through its authority the sun sets in the north and rise from the south. The ocean is waveless and the sky is white. So there it is, the being stands afloat the clear reflective water. Motionless, Me myself and I smile innocently. The world of isolation, the world of paradise. Me myself and I rules it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-111531783030115031?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/111531783030115031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=111531783030115031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/111531783030115031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/111531783030115031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2005/05/me-myself-and-i.html' title='Me myself and I'/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-111203479708945177</id><published>2005-03-29T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T20:03:30.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classified: Intercepted encrypted Long Distance electromagnetic communication to Distant Civilisation.  "Report on Planet XZ-192-W, so called Earth"</title><content type='html'>“It has been one of my strangest experiences ever, having to carry out a mission to survey this blue planet that is located within Star system W. The planet is called "Earth" by the inhabitants and it is the only planet that bores living things on its surface in the star system. Intriguingly, the planet is inhabited by a species of mammals (a type of animal that care and feed their young) that has evolved into a highly intelligent being. The planet itself is also inhabited by thousands of other inferior species that varies from a very large size (approximately 10-20 meter cube) to a tiny nano sized organism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar to us, they are humanoids and they communicate to each other.However, unlike us, they communicate verbally rather than psychologically. It is highly interesting to witness these so called "Humans" carry out their daily lives. Despite their crude necessity such as to feed on organic materials, humans have a delicate side of them as well, such as to care for others and creation of beautiful, often strange works of art. Being a species which is able to think and reason, they have progressed greatly for the past 200 years. This is mainly due to the advancement of ideology, technology and the decreasing cultural gap between the races of the species itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an emotional social creature, humans carry out many strange activities that I have never seen before. With their ability to reason often greatly influenced by their emotion, human beings are often become illogical in their actions and behaviour. They may even carry out self-mutilation and other attempts to end their existence. Their natural instinct to reproduce themselves through physical and psychological connection is questionable. The newborn is then conceived within the body of the female until it has fully developed into an independent being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Please Refer to: HUMAN ANATOMY AND ITS BEHAVIOUR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the new found peace and prosperity after the so called "World War II", human beings are beginning to progress and unite under the same identity. Humans of many races around the world are beginning to come together and set aside their differences. An estimate shows that in approximately another century, this highly intelligent being would progress into a well developed planet that will be of a significant influence within XZ quadrant, scientifically and militarily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ATTACHED: HUMAN HISTORY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urge the Council of Supreme Command to consider the threat that this species poses to us and take necessary actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report by Wakkatub (ID: XGH9281JOP431.102) of the Higher Intelligence Agency.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intercepted, decrypted and Translated on 3/29/2005 2:29 AM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-111203479708945177?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/111203479708945177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=111203479708945177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/111203479708945177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/111203479708945177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2005/03/classified-intercepted-encrypted-long.html' title='Classified: Intercepted encrypted Long Distance electromagnetic communication to Distant Civilisation.  &quot;Report on Planet XZ-192-W, so called Earth&quot;'/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-111167703463392792</id><published>2005-03-24T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T23:40:47.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Don't Blink! Or you will Miss it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;o_o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;p align="center"&gt;Stare at the thing above for at least 5 minutes before reading.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You would be surprised what will happen!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stare at it and it will stare back at you. No matter how hard you stare at it, it will stare at you still. Annoying ain't it? So go ahead and tell it, "hey it's enough, stop staring at me!!" There won't be any reply. It will keep quiet continue to stare at you. Poke it, squash it and beat it up, it will still look at you. You may think it wanted to challenge you to a staring competition, so you stare as hard as you can without blinking. All you will see is that it still gazes at you. It kept quiet and motionless, unfeeling and unapologetic for the annoyance that it causes. Seconds passed since you last blinked, (minutes for the experts), strangely it still is looking at you. All the familiar burning sensation will soon creep in and you would not be able to help it but blink. You will blink and blink and blink. (Do it in a clean, free of dust room otherwise you may be blinking harder than ever.)So why does it stare at you? As strange as it may be, it still stare at you. Doesn't it feel bored? Well, I guess you would. Stop the staring already, go and get a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is the power of advertisement. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-111167703463392792?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/111167703463392792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=111167703463392792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/111167703463392792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/111167703463392792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2005/03/please-dont-blink-or-you-will-miss-it.html' title='Please Don&apos;t Blink! Or you will Miss it!!'/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-111011190867779857</id><published>2005-03-06T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T04:10:03.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humans, RaAAAaa!!</title><content type='html'>Human beings have been always been the same through the ages, generations after generations. It is the constant within variables. The way they are, their "Human Nature" defines their behavior. They are essentially a species of mammals which evolved and progressed until they become the dominant species in earth. They have gained the ability to communicate and cooperate. They have a unique ability to reason, to think and justify. Being human, we are driven by instinct, our beliefs, knowlegde and fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every living thing is designed by the wonderful world of Randomness to have an ability to adapt and survive. We do the very basic thing all animals do in order to achieve survival. Today, human civilization has progressed tremendously. Survival is no longer gladiatorial nor bloody. It is now a competition of knowledge and the way we manipulate other human beings around us. It is how we manage our relationship with those around us. We still possess sufficient resources in Earth that will keep everyone alive. Thus, in developed countries, we do not fight for primal needs. The infrastructure developed over the years has enabled the human race to have access to basic necessities without much hassle. However, human race is an intelligent species. There are more to our well being or "happiness" than just the basic necessities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans need psychological food as well. We seek power and fame. We seek recognition from other human beings. It is the nutrition that our idle minds need; the thing that we call love and affection. We study and train ourselves to be someone that is useful to the society. Humans pursue their dreams every single day without resting so that others would recognise their existence. No matter how small the attention and affection is received, humans would be willing to sacrifice everything for it. It is a never ending race of survival in this modern world. It is the survival to be loved and recognised. This is the spark that ignites the dynamite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In light of our ability to love and be loved, there cast a shadow of hatred.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-111011190867779857?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/111011190867779857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=111011190867779857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/111011190867779857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/111011190867779857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2005/03/humans-raaaaaa.html' title='Humans, RaAAAaa!!'/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-110836218713200858</id><published>2005-02-14T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T14:23:07.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Presenting... &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/1606/1024/ressurezionHAVOC.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/1606/480/ressurezionHAVOC.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-110836218713200858?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/110836218713200858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=110836218713200858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/110836218713200858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/110836218713200858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2005/02/presenting.html' title=''/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-110503814407424170</id><published>2005-01-07T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T03:12:12.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For His Majesty the King, We serve!</title><content type='html'>"Soldiers, we are here on the eve of battle against the barbaric tribe of Prazaka!" Shouted Captain Big Ears. "We shall not falter for we know that we shall be victorious tomorrow! Here we are on the borders of our beloved motherland, we stand before an evil force that seeks to destroy us. For our motherland and His Majesty the King we shall defeat the oncoming horde of barbarians!" He rallied. "Victory!! Victory!! Victory!!" roared the soldiers. The thundering roars broke the silence of the night. Miles across, every single barbarians of Prazaka tribe trembled in fear as they listened to the might Vegz Army. "It is our duty as soldiers of our beloved motherland to protect her! She has given us so much, She has brought us up and cared for us! It is time that we guard Her even if it means our lives!" exclaimed Big Ears with an atmosphere of pride and duty. "For Motherland and His majesty the King, We Serve!" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-110503814407424170?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/110503814407424170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=110503814407424170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/110503814407424170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/110503814407424170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2005/01/for-his-majesty-king-we-serve.html' title='For His Majesty the King, We serve!'/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-110503563192551758</id><published>2005-01-07T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T03:09:47.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain Big Ears of Alpha Company of Vegz Kingdom's 26th Regiment &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/1606/1024/vegzsoldier.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/1606/480/vegzsoldier.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-110503563192551758?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/110503563192551758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=110503563192551758' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/110503563192551758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/110503563192551758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2005/01/captain-big-ears-of-alpha-company-of_07.html' title=''/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-109604156206898203</id><published>2004-09-24T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T23:59:22.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Utopian Paradise of Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/1606/1024/veg-sunseteditted.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/1606/480/veg-sunseteditted.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-109604156206898203?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/109604156206898203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=109604156206898203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/109604156206898203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/109604156206898203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2004/09/utopian-paradise-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-109604153246951734</id><published>2004-09-24T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T23:58:52.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Seasick Turtle" &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/1606/1024/stupidseasickturtle.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/1606/480/stupidseasickturtle.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-109604153246951734?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/109604153246951734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=109604153246951734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/109604153246951734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/109604153246951734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2004/09/seasick-turtle.html' title=''/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-109594098441821653</id><published>2004-09-23T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T20:03:04.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't stop swimming... keep paddling! </title><content type='html'>He felt the tension in the muscle as he stretched his back and pulled his thigh. He was warming up, getting ready to splash into the clear blue water. He knew once he was ready, it would mean freedom! His could see his own reflection in the crystal clear water with the sun shining high up in the clear blue sky. He stood before the water, took a deep breath and plunged into the cool water. He was on his way, paddling his way to the other side of the swimming pool. With every stroke of front crawl, he would inhale the oxygen rich air and breathe out the carbon dioxide from his lung, propelling him even faster until he reached terminal velocity. He could feel his lung working hard and his heart beating hard. Energy was used up as the stored adenosine triphospate in the mitochondria was converted adenosine diphospate, producing the toxic lactic acid as sugar was oxidised to generate more adenosine triphospate. Despite that, the increased rate of respiration has channelled surplus oxygen to his brain, nourishing it. Soon he felt like giving up as fatigue overwhelmed his body. Yet there was a little voice in his head that says, "Don't stop swimming... keep paddling!" and so he was on his way paddling constantly. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-109594098441821653?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/109594098441821653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=109594098441821653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/109594098441821653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/109594098441821653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2004/09/dont-stop-swimming-keep-paddling.html' title='Don&apos;t stop swimming... keep paddling! '/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-109534720143166318</id><published>2004-09-16T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T23:06:41.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Snowman. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/1606/50/snowman.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/1606/480/snowman.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-109534720143166318?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/109534720143166318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=109534720143166318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/109534720143166318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/109534720143166318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2004/09/snowman_16.html' title=''/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-109508834499693056</id><published>2004-09-13T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T23:23:18.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance</title><content type='html'>Equilibrium is a state in which all acting influences are cancelled by one another, creating stable and balanced system. It's existence is the reason that keeps this universe going. Just like in the majestic mother nature, balance is essential so to keep everything in harmony. It is apparent that in animal food chain, the cycle remains unchanged provided no external force tips this state of equilibrium. With strong predators like tigers on top of the food chain, they pounce on the strong yet gentle herbivores of which feed on the grass and plants, which in turn obtain their energy to grow from the photons emitted by the sun through a process called photosynthesis. The same applies to human life, where one must lead a balanced life in order to be happpy and satisfied. Many great civilisations have long studied and adapted the concept of balance, for example The Chinese idea of The Ying and Yang which means the state in which both good and evil forces cancel each other out, resulting in a stable and unchanged system. Thus, we should always strive to balance every aspect of our life so that everything complements each other. Therefore the importance of moderation is paramount in every single thing that we do.&lt;br /&gt;Just as Eddie Efferson once said, "I do not consider myself successful for I have yet to be able to balance everything that I do." &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-109508834499693056?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/109508834499693056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=109508834499693056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/109508834499693056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/109508834499693056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2004/09/balance.html' title='Balance'/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-109461565488766325</id><published>2004-09-08T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T12:56:16.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Curiousity</title><content type='html'>Curious is curiousity, a remarkable trait of the human race as well as the animal kingdom. However, this paticular trait is just like a two sided coin. On one side, it has led the human race into a greater heights through exploration of the unknown. Discovery and enlightment is always pursued by the eager scientists, philosophers and explorers. They are always waiting for something to be uncovered and unveiled before their very own eyes. Yet on the darker side, curiousity could be manipulated, luring humans and animals into a trap. There are always danger involved when curiosity irks someone to know more, exploring the unknown has its risks. Just like what they said, curiousity kills the cat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So if you are walking along orchard road one day, pretend to look up as if you are seeing something weird. I would assure you, everybody around you will also look up. After that, you can enjoy a good laugh thinking how stupid everybody else is. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-109461565488766325?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/109461565488766325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=109461565488766325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/109461565488766325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/109461565488766325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2004/09/human-curiousity.html' title='Human Curiousity'/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-109458485697282319</id><published>2004-09-08T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T03:20:56.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blank</title><content type='html'>I don't really know what to write. I somehow lost the inspiration to write. Nothing seems to be coming out of my head. It's all blank, like a spotless piece of plain paper, with the juice of creativity purged. I wonder why there are no ideas flowing out, my mind is like a vast empty desert, dry and empty. I stumble upon words, as if they are alien creation, they seemed so unfamiliar and distant. Strange shapes of alphabets that littered the screen seemed to look like shapes and symbols from an ancient civilisation, strange and bewildering. This is the end. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-109458485697282319?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/109458485697282319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=109458485697282319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/109458485697282319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/109458485697282319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2004/09/blank.html' title='blank'/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-109437666343625289</id><published>2004-09-05T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T02:39:47.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please shoot me in the head, I don't want to die. </title><content type='html'>Such was a comment made by mad indecisive man, who had conflicts between two different characters of himself. He was like a coin, on one side he was a positive, cheerful person. However on the other side, he was a depressed man who could no longer see any point in living. The positive side of him tells him everyday that there are always things in life to look forward to. Burst feelings of happiness and joy is experienced by this poor chap. Yet he could turn 180 degress and became sulky and severely irritable person, who often had suicidal tendency. This is the very fate of this poor man. "I wanna live my life to the fullest but I hope i die." What an irony.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-109437666343625289?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/109437666343625289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=109437666343625289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/109437666343625289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/109437666343625289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2004/09/please-shoot-me-in-head-i-dont-want-to.html' title='Please shoot me in the head, I don&apos;t want to die. '/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-109418646889823953</id><published>2004-09-03T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T23:26:26.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouds, Sky and the Spoon</title><content type='html'>What is the relationship between the cloud the sky and the spoon? One might guess that the three of them are irrelevant, there is nothing the clouds and the sky have to do with the spoon. Strange indeed to actually recognise such aberrant relationship. This peculiar discovery that I made a few days ago was actually very shocking. I came to understand the relationship of the spoon and objects of the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The following content is disturbing, read at your own risk. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spoon itself is shaped in a dome like manner which has an underlying purpose. Not only was it meant to scoop food, it was secretly designed to absorb the planetary electromagnetic signals that origin from a distant alien civilization. It's shape resonates naturally as it has the same natural frequency with these waves, thus canceling off the signal. Government agencies around the world has kept this fact a secret, a secret that had to be guarded with all cost. Despite that, governments themselves have failed to keep this sensitive secret and revealed these facts in many subtle ways, often involving abnormal accidents with spoons. In February 1991, just a few miles of the coast of Japan was found a cargo ship filled with spoons. The coast guard detained the cargo ship for a few hours, suspicious of the contents of the ship. At that point of time, Japan had a shortage of spoons that these alien waves were starting to appear in many incidents. One such example was a 70 year old man who was listening to radio in Osaka. He suddenly heard strange interference from his hi-fi set and it sounded like "Take me to your president!". Nobody believed this old man thinking that his hearing was impaired. There were many more similar incidents that occured around the world but government agencies simply dispelled such claim by launching a massive propaganda that there is actually no aliens. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recently, reports were made that in many blogs around the world, their tag boards are filled with strange message. "Take me to your president." It says, posted by "Mr Alien".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; This could be the very beginning of a new era, our very first contact with another civilisation from another planet, The Aliens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-109418646889823953?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/109418646889823953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=109418646889823953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/109418646889823953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/109418646889823953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2004/09/clouds-sky-and-spoon.html' title='Clouds, Sky and the Spoon'/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-109415623619431373</id><published>2004-09-03T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T23:30:29.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Battle</title><content type='html'>Jean looked through the small opening of her cockpit and peered deep into the darkness of space. She could see nothing, no signs of the enemy. She was an ace, considered to be one of the greatest pilots of the whole fleet. She was inside the most sophisticated Droid Mecha (humanoid robot that spans around 4 metres tall. Below is a rough idea of what the mecha looks like. The picture is taken from a game Zone of Enders), &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/1606/320/mecha.jpg"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an XL-967 class which is considered to be the most versatile and adaptable Mecha around. It has a thin armor as compared to other class. Jean however didn't need much protection. She could always evade the incoming missiles from the enemy. Her Mecha was adapted to speed and agility rather than brute strength. She signalled to her squadron mates to stay close to her. She didn't want anymore casualty because of her carelessness. It was tough for her to be their leader, her mistakes gamble with life. Jean stayed cautious knowing that they are deep into the enemy territory. Her mission is simple, defend the mothership at all cost. She knew that once the frontline is breached, the enemy could launch Triangulator X-3, a Cruise ship destroyer class missile. Jean grasped the control sphere tightly as she caught a glimpse of light from a distant. It has begun, the enemy has arrived and Jean knew that within a few seconds, they would be bombarded with high particle ion beams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Incoming!!" Jean said through the communication channel and a streak of ion charge missed her Mecha by a Metres. "D-P1 formation people!" jean commanded. D-P1, which stands for Defensive Perimeter 1 is one of the best formation when under heavy attack. Jean's Mecha formed a defensive energy shield on the Mecha's left hand and blocked another streak of ion charge from the enemy battleships just in time. Streaks after streak of ion charge rained down upon her squadron of 50 Mechas. Jean knew that the enemy couldn't do much damage to her elite squadron. Soon Jean could see hordes of enemy ships, mainly consisting of fighter ships and battleships. The enemy relies more upon numbers rather than technology whereas Jean was handling the most advance fighting machine. Jean was waiting for the enemy and she knew a little while more, it would be show time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time, the enemy has reached a striking distance of the newest and most advance Droid Mecha, 400 kilometres. Nobody has ever seen how this new destructive Mechas perform. Jean knew she would caught the enemy by surprise because no other Mecha type launch an assault at 400 kilometres away. "Time for party guys.. " Jean snorted. She charged the hyperdrive and soon her Mecha appeared among the fighter ships. She could see the terror in the enemies' faces as she appeared. "Heaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Jean shouted and an intense energy blast consume every single ships within 100 metres of the blast radius. She could see balls of energy around her as her squadron blasted the enemies just like what she did. Soon swarms of automated fighter ships started to charge towards Jean's Mecha, bombarding Jean with missiles. Jean had been in this kind of fight before and this was nothing to her. Jean was calmly evading all the missiles, moving in a random zig-zag motion, striking the nearby ships with the Mecha's dual energy blade with lightning speed. All Jean had to do was to concentrate hard and she could control the Mecha by just simply thinking. She is linked into the infrastructure of the Mecha itself by touching the control sphere. Soon, there were hardly any ships left. All that was left was debris and her squadron. Jean smiled with satisfaction, knowing that victory is once again hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the squadron regrouped, a streak of beam pierced through her squadron's mate Mecha, blowing it in an instant. Soon, a few more beams darted her way, destroying two more Mecha.&lt;br /&gt;Chills went through Jean's spine as she clearly didn't see anything on the sensor panel. It was an invisible enemy...  (to be continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-109415623619431373?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/109415623619431373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=109415623619431373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/109415623619431373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/109415623619431373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2004/09/space-battle.html' title='Space Battle'/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-109410439286440644</id><published>2004-09-02T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T13:53:12.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming a Master of Coffee</title><content type='html'>I've become a predator of the vurnerable coffee beans. I hunt for them and crush them under my powerful jaw, swallowing them into my stomach. My eyes observed every little movements of the petty beans which stayed still no matter how dangerous it becomes. Pity little things do not dare to fight for their own lives and ended up in my very own coffee mug, topped with steamed milk and froth. The strong aroma of the coffee's extract fills the room. Their very own bloodlive drained from them to be consumed by the cruel, evil and hungry predator called Vegustian. Different nationalities of coffee beans went through a series of genocide under the rule of the Predator, whom sent beans after beans into the grinding machine, grinding their very structure of their body into fine powder like granules. Columbians, Indonesian, Costa Rica, as well as brazillian beans have suffered great casualty under the evil reign of the predator. Call it genocide and holocaust of the beans, the evil predator reigns supreme in his kitchen with his espresso machine with a wicked grin of satisfaction of enjoying a Puuuurrfect cup of cappucinno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-109410439286440644?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/109410439286440644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=109410439286440644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/109410439286440644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/109410439286440644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2004/09/becoming-master-of-coffee.html' title='Becoming a Master of Coffee'/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-108948519610714082</id><published>2004-07-11T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T02:52:10.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog?</title><content type='html'>Isn't superficial for you to write something so that your audience is pleased? Blog is an online diary, where a person can express his feelings and opinions. Blog is a self expression, writing about who that person is really is. The very purpose of blog itself is to have an audience who are interested to know what has been going on in your life, to read upon your views and opinions. This is the purpose of blog. However, blog has become a place where other people spy on another person's life. It has become a place where the people write what they think might interest and please the audience. Bloggers are not expressing themselves anymore. They are afraid to speak up and tell the rest how they really feel. They think they might offend the rest by doing so. So what's the point of keepin a blog when you are too scared to offend other people? In this world, to please everyone will lead one to his very failure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-108948519610714082?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/108948519610714082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=108948519610714082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/108948519610714082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/108948519610714082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2004/07/blog.html' title='Blog?'/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-108948437543591486</id><published>2004-07-11T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T02:50:28.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Web of Will</title><content type='html'>Everything little thing in this universe is intertwined within a web that links every single things; living things, particles, electrons as well as photons. Everyone of us has bumbped into some kind of coincidence before. This coincidence that happened somehow has an effect on the things to come much later if not the near future. It is like a steep slippery slope, once you slip you will slide to the very bottom. Fate is what it is called. It is a gigantic web that controls the entire action of the universe. When the threads of the web meets, coincidences happen. We are like a small particle within the gigantic web, moving from the very core of the web outwards, taking random paths that is determined by our own will. The web itself is made up of intertwined threads with so made different junctions and turns and intersection. Billions particles move outwards from the core of the web as time passes, slowly progressing outwards until the end or a broken part of the web is reached. When all the particles meet at a intersection, the particles tend to collide, bumping into each other resulting in a change of direction. This is when coincidences take place. However, the web is gigantic, and the possibilities are unlimited. Nobody can control the flow of the web, it is the very infrastructure of this universe. This is the web of the will. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-108948437543591486?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/108948437543591486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=108948437543591486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/108948437543591486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/108948437543591486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2004/07/web-of-will.html' title='The Web of Will'/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-108928552513637895</id><published>2004-07-08T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T19:18:45.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science is a religion unto itself.</title><content type='html'>     A religion is a cause, a principle or a purpose that a man pursue with zeal and utmost devotion. It is a fact that everyone needs a religion, something that they believe firmly in. Everyone has a religion and that religion can be in many different forms. It is something that a person worship and practise in their life. Science however deals more with facts, theories and experiments. Science follows logic. However, I believe that science itself is a religion. For most scientist, they do not realise how dependent they are to science and that how firmly they have clinged the science. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Science and religion are always been on the opposite site. Scientific research has proven religious teachings to be wrong. However the religion that we mean here is the mainstream religion. The religions with a God and supernatural beings. Thousands of years ago, humans do not understand much about their surroundings. They view the natural phenomenon as a supernatural power. The power that is possesed only by the Gods. These primitive humans was awed by the power of the nature that they believe firmly that a God or spirits exist. However this fact is proven to be wrong by scientists. Science has been able to explain the natural phenomenon that occured with facts and results obtained from experiments. The scientists laugh and ridicule those who think natural phenomenon is a supernatural power. Yet it is a fact that science itself require us to believe in the explanation that is provided by the scientists. We believe in science without even challenging it. Thus science itself is a religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Science and technology has advanced greatly today. New breakthroughs are being made everyday. Slowly, the secrets of the world are being revealed. Science is exploring new boundaries that we humans never even think of. Genetic engineering, nanotechnology as well as artificial intelligence promises the human race with miracles. Everyday, scientist around the world pursue more knowledge by research and questioning the natural laws of the world. Scientist around the world religiously wake up in the morning and return to their own laboratories to further their studies. It is a principle of life that they believe in. The mainstream religion slowly wither under the influence of science and technology. People are resisting the mainstream religion more and more. Yet what we do not know is that scientific breakthroughs may one day discover God. When this day come, scientists who believe in their own theories, hypothesis and experiments will wonder if what they have believe in for so long is actually not true? Therefore, science itself is a religion based in their own beliefs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm writing crap... blah. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-108928552513637895?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/108928552513637895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=108928552513637895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/108928552513637895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/108928552513637895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2004/07/science-is-religion-unto-itself.html' title='Science is a religion unto itself.'/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-108920765247697439</id><published>2004-07-07T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T22:42:50.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the meaning of life? </title><content type='html'>Isn't a paradox that we have to live our life while knowing one day we will die? Have you ever wodnered when exactly do we gain our conciousness? As i try to recall, faded memories of childhood begin to appear in my mind. It is as if I've been living in a dream. A place where the world seems to appear so blur and fogged. Yet somehow our brains grow and understand more, suddenly realising that we exist in this world. This world that we are living in has become a place where life is so fixed and rigid. There are always stages of it that we never fail to look forward to, never knowing one day this conciousness will fade into darkness. It's like sleeping eternally, dreamless. We grow from a child to a teenager, and when we are a child, we always look forward to become big and strong. Yet the taste of adulthood is so bitter that sometimes we wish we are the innocent little kids again. Sometimes i wonder, why have we existed? Why are we born into this world that is full of pain and suffering? To live a life is like opening Pandora's box. Unfortunately, the box is already open for everyone of us. So what is the meaning of this life? I do not know, but i wish i know. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-108920765247697439?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/108920765247697439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=108920765247697439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/108920765247697439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/108920765247697439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2004/07/what-is-meaning-of-life.html' title='What is the meaning of life? '/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-108913029630619296</id><published>2004-07-06T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T00:11:36.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The warmth that of the past is gone.</title><content type='html'>Modern society lavishes with their luxurious lifestyle, living a comfortable life where only the people of the past can dream of. This world has prospered and reached a greater heights. In this golden age where peace reigns, science and technology advances, the people slumber in his comfortable air-conditioned room without any worries for tomorrow is another day of peace. Food is of abundance and overeating is the main concern now. Yet despite such luxury that we enjoy, little know that it is at the expense of others. For as the saying goes, One man's gain is another man's lost. The law of physics state such a sinmilar rule; the conservation of energy. It means the total energy in a given system will always be equal. The system is the world. Energy is transfered from one person to another. The rich gain all the wealth by sucking and depriving the poor from it. They have made this world a place that allow such tyranny to exist. One such example is the globalisation. They sang praises for it, heralding it as if it is the salvation of the human race. Little that we know the impact of this system. "Do not judge a book by its cover" has always been a proverb that is true. This flawed system has been a book with just a nice cover but an empty contents. It must be stopped or this world will see its destruction. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-108913029630619296?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/108913029630619296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=108913029630619296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/108913029630619296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/108913029630619296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2004/07/warmth-that-of-past-is-gone.html' title='The warmth that of the past is gone.'/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-108912922259015819</id><published>2004-07-06T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T23:53:42.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world on terrorism</title><content type='html'>The new days are beginning to wane as the world witness the destruction of the our freedom, shattering it into million of pieces. Fear that's so chilling seeps into our bone, freezing it, tormenting it like thousands of needles pricking and scratching it's surface. The world is not longer a free world as long as terrorism prevails. Thus, for the sake of the betterment of the world, terrorism in this has to be exterminated! I call upon you, the people of this proud world, good citizens of the earth to take action agaisnt the scum of the world. We shall now wage a war that nobody has ever seen before against there peril of humanity. For I know that they will never bring us down neither will they even be able to drive us in seclusion. War is now upon us. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-108912922259015819?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/108912922259015819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=108912922259015819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/108912922259015819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/108912922259015819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2004/07/world-on-terrorism.html' title='The world on terrorism'/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550463.post-108912741257640107</id><published>2004-07-06T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T23:23:32.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>hello world, i'm still alive and breathing. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7550463-108912741257640107?l=vegustian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/feeds/108912741257640107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7550463&amp;postID=108912741257640107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/108912741257640107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7550463/posts/default/108912741257640107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vegustian.blogspot.com/2004/07/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>guz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164879561485097733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
