<?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-16258433</id><updated>2011-10-20T07:50:53.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY WORDS</title><subtitle type='html'>This is Zion's blog, thus Zion says. Unless Zion says, you don't have a say, and that's the bottomline cos' Zion says so --- Zion</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-8123891255290470166</id><published>2008-12-22T12:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T18:48:06.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>'There are stories all around you, even in dark, secluded places. Share your stories, mark the places where they were born. No greater gift can you give to one another.'  -  Hermes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, Wisdom is a wonderful boon and blessed is he who receives it. However, what happens when instead the gift is rejected? When pride, born of ignorance, has filled the heart, leaving no capacity for Wisdom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pearls are to pigs, the gift will become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woe to thee, who has eyes but do not see, ears but do not listen, and mouth but speak of no wisdom; for wisdom was never a part of thee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-8123891255290470166?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8123891255290470166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=8123891255290470166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/8123891255290470166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/8123891255290470166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/gift-of-wisdom.html' title='Gift of Wisdom'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-1256977316162625148</id><published>2008-08-07T10:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:35:35.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>In life, one will have experience with many many kids. From the day you are born, you are a kid. You think that the whole world revolves around you and for a lot of kids, they still behave that way even though they are already receiving supposedly tertiary education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a kid once myself and I know how maturity comes with age and how wisdom comes with maturity when I see all the people around me, who were once kids, grow up and we share thoughts on difficult issues and discuss problems that kids might not even know they existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, while it's ok being a kid, it becomes bullshit when a kid still thinks that he/she is right when facts are proving the contrary or that, with experience, it can be foreseen that some trouble is brewing and ready to show itself once the time is ripe. It then becomes frustrating and shitty trying to convince the kid that he/she is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical cycle with a kid would be "the kid makes some shitty decision or does some shitty stuff -&gt; you intervene and try to share your experience and tells the kid that it's not too late to make changes -&gt; the kid ignores you and thinks you are F**ked up just because you tell him/her that he/she is wrong -&gt; some kind of trouble comes knocking at the door and when one examines the probem, it can be seen that it's all because of the kid's incompetence and ignorance that the trouble was created -&gt; it proves that what you say and foresaw is right but the kid was too ignorant and immature to listen to you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One cycle of shit is enough to kill, and after many many many cycles of this shit, ZION has decided that he is not going to be bothered about kids anymore. Since the kids are too ignorant to accept the wisdom that ZION had so wanted to share, then ZION will not share any of his wisdom with them anymore. They can go eat their own shit and die for all ZION cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking through my past blog entries, I have also found out that kids also did quite a few silly things including spamming on my blog, copying my blog content and publishing it on their own blogs without permission and instigating their associates to spam on my blog. I have even received threats that I will be sued or charged in court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for those of you who like to use the law as a form of threat, assuming that you do have knowledge of the law, let me tell you that by copying my blog content and publishing it on your own blog without my permission is already an infringement of copyright and I can sue you for that. If you think that you can use the law like a cane and wave it in front of me thinking that I will be afraid of you, you are wrong. Many of what has been said and published actually already made you liable and I could have sued if I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you that the reason you did not receive any letter from my lawyer is because, to me, you are not at all worth my time and effort and money suing, not that I'm afraid of you. For those who are still ignorant and still think that the law is like a cane that you can use to wave around, you better think twice and know what the cane can do, lest you hit yourself with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-1256977316162625148?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1256977316162625148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=1256977316162625148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/1256977316162625148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/1256977316162625148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2008/08/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-2463924340193245354</id><published>2008-03-24T14:04:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:14:40.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of NarHia: The Tiger, the Bitch and the Middle Finger</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a mystical place known as 'NarHia'. In this place, lived many different kinds of animals. From The Egoistic, Ferocious Tiger to the obnoxious, egocentric Bitch - this land was filled with surprises of many different kinds, including stupid ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the animals decided that they want to have a chalet. All seemed to be agreeable, other than Tiger and Snake. The Snake, being the main character of the previous chalet's 'The Saga of the Cat', was forced to, in what humans call it, 'Say sorry to a cat'. (Imagine a human being made to say 'sorry' to a cat by another human being, like wtf??!!??.....anyway...interested parties can feel free to approach 'ZION The Storyteller'...I'm sure he would very much like to share the wonderful story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Tiger was drawn to this particular notice about the chalet. It looked like the organiser of the chalet was concerned about the mutil-racial and multi-religious nature of 'NarHia' and had decided to, hopefully, make some accomodations to the different animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the notice went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'For those who are buddhists, do you guys eat beef? If not we can make some aggranements.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at this, Tiger decided to make a clarification with the organiser. Tiger proceeded to reply to the notice saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Buddhists don't eat meat. Only Taoists pratise abstinence from eating beef.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch, receiving the reply too when Tiger had purposely 'Reply All' to that notice, did not seem to be quite satisfied with Tiger's reply and gave Tiger her reply that went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'just to correct u on ur thoughts. i m a buddhist and there are many buddhists who choose not to take beef. Buddhists have the choice to be vegetarians or just abstain from beef. Taoists have no such restrictions. pls get these right, thanks.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author's note:&lt;br /&gt;Some people, like Bitch, like to think that they know a lot. When Tiger decided to confront them, Bitch was quick to jump into a pool of shit trying to put up a fight with Tiger. Bitch thought that she really was able and fit to 'correct Tiger on his thoughts'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the five precepts of Buddhist teachings is 'Do not kill'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was said that one must not deliberately kill any living creatures, either by committing the act oneself, instructing others to kill, or approving of or participating in act of killing. It is a respect to others' lives. One should not deprive others (animals included) of the right to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to this, consumption of meat likely falls into the category of approving the killing of animals. So, do buddhists really have a choice to just abstain from beef, or was that just a choice that Bitch thought she could have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Taoists abstain from beef and have many guidelines regarding their diet. They have many festivals and practices that include the 7th month and burning of joss sticks and joss paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch should have gotten her facts right before confronting Tiger with her bullshit. Just because 'i m a buddhist' doesn't mean that what you think is true. Practice doesn't make perfect, practicing the right thing does. You should have known better than to challenge Tiger and to 'just to correct u on ur thoughts'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger says 'correct ki lan' and as what ZION says...Do you know what ..l.. means?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F**K YOU UNDERSTAND!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-2463924340193245354?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2463924340193245354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=2463924340193245354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/2463924340193245354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/2463924340193245354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2008/03/chronicles-of-narhia-tiger-pig-and.html' title='The Chronicles of NarHia: The Tiger, the Bitch and the Middle Finger'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-9046836504377419378</id><published>2008-01-27T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T11:15:04.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>天下</title><content type='html'>女人常埋怨男人不懂女人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;子非鱼，焉知鱼之乐兮。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男人和女人，到底有什么不同？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天下&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-9046836504377419378?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/9046836504377419378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=9046836504377419378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/9046836504377419378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/9046836504377419378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='天下'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-4395322779637841471</id><published>2007-12-24T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:09:31.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>张开你的嘴巴？</title><content type='html'>在孔子的论语中，有提到关于一个人的嘴巴到底几时应该张开而几时又应该闭起来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;子曰：可与言而不与之言，失人；不可与言而与之言，失言。智者不失人，亦不失言。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;孔子的意思是说，当你遇到一个你能和他说话、讲道理的人而你却不这样做的话，那就是‘失人’。相反地，当你遇到一个根本就对你之言没兴趣的人，而你却偏去和他讲道理，那你话就说多了，对牛弹琴，浪费了你的生命能源。这就叫做‘失言’。对孔子来说，一个智者，他不但会在适当的时候坦然直言，当对方根本就不值得多谈的时候，他也会闭起嘴巴，免费唇舌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所谓酒逢知己千杯少，话不投机半句多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许，唱歌的时候应该张大嘴巴。&lt;br /&gt;也许，人家的唱功真的不到佳。&lt;br /&gt;也许，你根本就没有批评的资格。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你在唱歌的时候曾有不开嘴巴的话，那请你闭嘴。&lt;br /&gt;如果你唱功也只不过如此，那请你闭嘴。&lt;br /&gt;如果你又没张嘴，又没唱功，那你真的应该闭嘴。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你可以有你自己的意见，但你的意见不一定是对的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要把话说成像我们欠你似地。台上的每一个人都尽力把他们最好地都呈献给观众。你听不懂我们的音乐，觉得无趣而打瞌睡，那是你领悟性不到佳，和我们无关。与其你整天陶醉在愚昧的流行音乐中，不如多听点古典音乐来提升自己的文化修养与知识。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不参加合唱团，不是你的错。你已有段时间没接触古典音乐，不是你的错。那么是谁的错呢？不要为自己找借口，没用地。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;导师安排独唱是为了让他们有机会体验独唱的滋味，并从中吸取经验，而不是让他们上台出丑，更不是为了让你出口伤人。人非圣贤，孰能无过。连导师都有犯错的时候，何况你？如果你歌声优美、技巧高超，也罢。但事实并非如此，那你又何必处处逼人，把别人贬得一文不值？即使如此，你也无法提高自己的地位。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许我们真的需要张开我们的嘴巴，虽然歌声未必悠扬悦耳，但你也并非出口成章。所谓过犹不及，说话前最好先三思，经大脑绕上几圈，才开口。免得话说多了，与世结仇、自取其辱。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-4395322779637841471?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4395322779637841471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=4395322779637841471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/4395322779637841471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/4395322779637841471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='张开你的嘴巴？'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-4778897311119355998</id><published>2007-11-18T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T01:33:47.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Myself My-EX And I?</title><content type='html'>There really isn't much to say actually.&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;&lt;br /&gt;It is just like when those of you asked.&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;&lt;br /&gt;But friends, do let me share with you about something and by 'friends', it is on a very subjective basis as to whether you qualify for that category because I don't abuse the word 'friend' or 'buddy'. Simply, if you are unsure, you don't belong to that category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm quite glad that though doctors cannot choose who they give treatment to, patients have the right to choose who they receive treatment from. So to save a doctor from the dilema of whether to save a patient, with so huge an ego 'one' can be drowned in, I will be the one to will my rejection of receiving treatment. In case the doctor, out of professionalism, has to abide by the hippocratic oath and save Mr Ego, I will save the doctor from the guilt by telling you now that I would rather die than receive treatment. Be it cardiac arrest or drowning due to excess ego, no thanks, doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you have asked, why go to this extent? Can't seem to get over it? Self-induced hatred? Pride? Or really, ego?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't really have an answer for you guys but sometimes, you can be so dead sick and tired with all that bullshit that's going on that actually, you will wish that you were dead. When this world is filled with people of their like, rather than wasting time and energy wishing that the other party is better off dead, it becomes unimportant anymore because to you, just like you, they are as good as dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-4778897311119355998?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4778897311119355998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=4778897311119355998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/4778897311119355998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/4778897311119355998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2007/11/me-myself-my-ex-and-i.html' title='Me Myself My-EX And I?'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-1760498756860566881</id><published>2007-11-10T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T19:50:05.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES! ANOTHER CHRISTMAS CONCERT!!!</title><content type='html'>Yahoo! It's Christmas again and it's time for caroling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Wild Empire, caroling is just too boring for us. Therefore, yes, we are having ANOTHER Christmas concert, you saw it correctly so you have no need to doubt your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed a joyous occasion and of course, we welcome everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just mention EVERYONE?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pardon my mistake because not EVERYONE is welcome to come for our concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, why do I say so? I think I shall not say further, lest I be accused of being egoistic, arrogant, proud, hypocritical, self-centered, excessive nonsense-sprouting etc.......AGAIN. Those who know, you know what is happening and what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are, by some circumstance or mistake, invited, do not have the impression that we really welcome your presence. There are some people who we don't welcome, so if you belong to that category and are invited, don't give me the bullshit about "OH MY ANOTHER CHRISTMAS CONCERT?!?...Nah I don't wanna go because I don't wanna pay to hear an egoistic man singing", you can jolly well F**K OFF for all I care because that egoistic man whom you are referring to has not any interest nor intention in singing for you at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare me the bullshit about not wanting to come because you are not welcome even if you want to come. Since you have no interest in coming, the better, good riddance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who made the mistake in inviting you but let me tell you once and for all that you are not the least welcome and that we are glad you are not coming. It is not so much about you choosing not to come to our concert now but we are the ones choosing who our audience is because you don't happen to be part of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-1760498756860566881?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1760498756860566881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=1760498756860566881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/1760498756860566881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/1760498756860566881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2007/11/yes-another-christmas-concert.html' title='YES! ANOTHER CHRISTMAS CONCERT!!!'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-4823821783660983723</id><published>2007-06-28T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:04:35.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>天高地厚</title><content type='html'>天高地厚&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天高&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;地厚&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天。。。到底有多高？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;地。。。到底有多厚？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然我吃的盐没有你吃的饭多&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但至少也比你吃的盐多&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我见识过的人也比你多、比你贱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你认为就凭你就能够对付得了我？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你太高估你自己了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你也太小看我了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想也不用想。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;门儿都没有！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候，只有当你跌个头破血流，才会知道天到底有多高。。。地到底有多厚。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-4823821783660983723?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4823821783660983723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=4823821783660983723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/4823821783660983723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/4823821783660983723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_28.html' title='天高地厚'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-5395511062417900213</id><published>2007-06-25T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:39:11.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>生命过客</title><content type='html'>在拥挤的街头&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你在忙碌地追求什么&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在孤寂的角落&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你知道失去地也多&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在拥有的角落&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你是否曾经好好珍惜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在失去的时候&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是否依然那么在意&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一生要失败几回&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;才知道成功的意义&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一生要爱过几回&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;才了解爱的真谛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-5395511062417900213?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5395511062417900213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=5395511062417900213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/5395511062417900213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/5395511062417900213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='生命过客'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-818682896401835314</id><published>2007-06-22T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T18:39:22.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zion Says</title><content type='html'>This is Zion's blog, thus Zion says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless Zion says, you have absolutely no say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the bottomline cos' Zion said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not happy?.....That's none of my business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not happy?.....Then don't read my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not happy?.....What can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not happy?....................That.....makes me happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-818682896401835314?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/818682896401835314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=818682896401835314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/818682896401835314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/818682896401835314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2007/06/zion-says.html' title='Zion Says'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-5168592794460698062</id><published>2007-05-22T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T01:02:00.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>哭笑不得</title><content type='html'>人家都说，做人要谦虚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是一个人到底能够谦虚到什么程度呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到底什么叫做谦虚？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那什么又叫做虚伪呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些人谦虚到虚伪，批评别人不够谦虚、不够自量、不够成熟、不够像自己所说得那么好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;做人的确要谦虚，但是没有人喜欢虚伪的人。哪怕曾经是朋友，曾是情人也罢，都会对你“刮目相看”。认识你的人都知道你有本事，上天对你很好，赐给了你样貌与智慧。但是谦虚是一回事，虚伪而是另外一回事了。你认为我的争论缺乏内容、毫无思维、没有逻辑、根本没有说服力、甚至是幼稚透顶。但是我告诉你，我并非信口开河、没凭没据。如果你们认为我的言行处处逼人，那你们就错了，我还有更难听的话还没说出口。我是不想令你们难堪而不去把所有的事都说出来。你们若是识相的就不要自取其辱，免得最后不只是像现在这样连朋友都没得做，甚至是曾经认识过你的朋友都不想和你有任何的瓜葛。当然，你有站在你那边的朋友，我也有支持我的知己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;做人要谦虚，但是偶尔也要对自己公平。当别人给予你夸奖，你不但不领情，还否认别人对你的肯定而贬低自己的身份。那不是谦虚，那是虚伪。谦虚是当别人对你称赞，你坦诚地接受、承认你自己的本事但同时知道一山还有一山高，外面的世界还有比你更有本事的人。任何人都有保护自己的权利。当别人对我做出一些不合理的批评，我也不会迟疑为自己做出辩护，就像任何人都会做地。至于我的辩论对你来说是否有说服力，我根本就不放在心上。因为我打从一开始就没有要说服你的念头。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就如你们所说，你有你在网上日记写作的自由，同样地，我也当然有在我的日记里发言的权利。你可以觉得我非常地自大、骄傲，但是我毫不在乎。因为我根本就没有理由要说服你。你可以认为我处处针对你，但是我告诉你，你根本没有这种本事来让我这么做。我的写作不一定都是在针对你，我的世界不只是有你一个人而已，不要把自己想得那么伟大。你能够因为你的无知和对我的误解而认为我是在故意跟你过不去，我无话可说。我无办法阻止你们的想法与言行，同样地，我在我自己的日记里高谈阔论，你们又能奈我何？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我敢公开我的网上日记，我就不怕会惹来争议，哪怕是无理、无聊的批评。人们不明白的东西，往往就会说它没理由、没道理、没内容、没逻辑。你们认为我不够成熟、无理取闹？但是我说你们最好先自我检讨，特别是那些自以为很了不起、替姐姐说话、以为自己在“行侠仗义”、怂恿无知的朋友来对我做出诽谤、一而再，再而三地挑衅的无知少年。你们不要把事情说到好像我在纠缠你们什么的。我根本已经和你们没有任何的关系。荒谬，现在是你们在我的地盘撒野，你们最好给我搞清楚一点。你们要放肆就给我滚远远地，回到你们自己的地方尽管放肆，不要在这里丢人现眼。惹事的人不是我，是你。你最好还是收敛一点，免得惹祸上身，到时候不要后悔，没有人会同情你的。所谓井水不犯河水，你不犯我，我也懒得理你。但是你们选择做初一，我就做十五。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这条路是你们选的。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我能够置之不理，但是我选择奉陪到底。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你们就放马过来吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我。。。等着你。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-5168592794460698062?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5168592794460698062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=5168592794460698062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/5168592794460698062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/5168592794460698062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='哭笑不得'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-2689717230817063131</id><published>2007-05-07T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T23:26:26.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humility VS Hypocrisy</title><content type='html'>Zion : Zion...zion...why be so hard on yourself just because of these kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion : Be hard on myself?...No way...it's fun...I enjoy it...It makes me happy=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion : Why bother? Blame it on their upbringing, everybody likes to say that...Just blame their parents for not teaching them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion : Blame their parents? Nah, I don't believe in that...They only have themselves to blame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why blame their parents for their sins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why blame their parents for their lousy attitude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why blame their parents for what they write on their blogs and other people's blogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm sure their parents would love to have a look at what wonderful and creative work their children can produce, if they even care at all, if not well just too bad for them to have parents who don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes...be humble...be humble...that's what you preach...why not we see some humility from you first...well what more can I say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my wonderful friends out there, for those who are curious of what is exactly happening, I would be more than happy to fill you in. From all the 'oh we are so famous' to the maybe now, notorious. From all the 'spamming on this blog is a violation of applicable laws and shit' to all the...you know...I shall let you see it for yourself and the truth will speak for itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, don't spam their blogs just because they did that to mine and out of revenge and concern, you degrade yourselves. We are far above that level...oh oh I'm sorry, I have forgotten that I'm supposed to be humble lest I'm not cut out to be in the industry..........whatever.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my beloved friends, just grant me this one last time ok?=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...I wonder...no offence to whomsoever but just how someone can tolerate a person, who spews vulgarities..criticises..insults..puts down..instigates spamming..puts up an act under my watchful eyes, living under the same roof when you cannot even agree with this person who has NO F**KING CONNECTION OR WHATSOEVER WITH YOU OR THAT FAMILY MEMBER OF YOURS. OH MY, ZION WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? THEY ARE FAMILY, OF COURSE THEY WILL SPEAK UP FOR EACH OTHER, ESPECIALLY WHEN THAT PERSON IS ALSO GUILTY OF A NUMBER OF THE MENTIONED. JUST TO WHAT EXTENT CAN A PERSON BE BLIND TO THE PLANK IN ONE'S EYE WHEN ONE CAN ONLY SEE THE DUST IN ANOTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE YOUR SISTER IN HAND BEFORE YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT LECTURING ME. I AM NOT YOUR SISTER. I AM WHO I AM. I HAVE NEITHER ANY F**KING CONNECTIONS NOR BUSINESS TO DO WITH YOU OR YOUR SISTER. I DON'T NEED ALL YOUR BIG TALK ABOUT HUMILITY WHEN ALL I CAN SEE IS NOTHING BUT HYPOCRISY. YOU ARE NOT THAT HUMBLE AND GREAT YOURSELF. THERE ARE WONDERFUL TALES THAT ARE NOT EVEN WORTH MY TIME MENTIONING. I DON'T NEED THE PUBLICITY ON YOUR PATHETIC BLOGS. DON'T GIVE ME THE INNOCENT ACT ON MY BLOG, IT LOOKS DISGUSTING AND OH MY DEAR BELOVED FRIENDS, DO REMEMBER THAT ACCORDING TO SOME PEOPLE, SPAMMING OF BLOGS VIOLATES THE LAW...'OOOOOOO AAAAAAAA...SO SCARY ISN'T IT?'...LOOKS LIKE IT'S ALWAYS WONDERFUL AND HANDY HAVING LAWYER FRIENDS=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't F**king give me the F**king bullshit. You want a piece of me? Come and get it. YOU WANT SHIT? I'LL F**KING GIVE YOU F**KING SHIT! I'LL F**KING PLAY IT TO THE F**KING END WITH YOU! F**KING KIDS. JUST BRING IT ON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, anonymous, the answer to your question is no, I don't care a damn about the past at all. People change and it was my choice to change. You have no idea how deep the iceberg goes. You might just yet find out more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as pearls are to pigs, my words fall on deaf ears. Birds of a feather flock together. THEY WANNA F**K AROUND WITH ME, THEY'LL F**KING GET WHAT THEY WANT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-2689717230817063131?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2689717230817063131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=2689717230817063131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/2689717230817063131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/2689717230817063131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2007/05/humility-vs-hypocrisy.html' title='Humility VS Hypocrisy'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-8465345919751669677</id><published>2007-04-23T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T19:37:59.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>人都是泛贱的(续)</title><content type='html'>Economics is the study of making choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you study Economics or not, you still make choices everyday for almost everything, if not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was tested on making choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this scenario...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a chorister doing a tenor solo in Victoria Concert Hall, Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's ok if you can't picture that, let's carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After your performance, you come to know of critical comments about your solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your solo is being described as 'nasal', maybe lacking fullness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide to consult your choral conductor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your choral conductor then tells you that your solo was not nasal but on the contrary, your performance was commendable and you showed improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reassured the fact that you are a tenor and with that, telling you to keep practising that tone and it might yet be the first step to you being a wonderful chorister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, you have an experience of about 7 years of choral singing and quite a couple of exposures to doing solo in various places from lecture hall, to Singapore Art Museum, to Victoria Concert Hall...with and without microphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who made that comment might not have as much choral singing experience as you, muchless your choral conductor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't know how much this will help but that person might have yet started on the journey to being a popstar by attending pop singing lessons and the likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much being said, you are presented with a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sulk and feel lousy just because a popstar wanna-be made you feel less accomplished about your choral performance than you would and/or should by making critical comments...and maybe you then decide to go and take pop lessons yourself......right......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You listen to your choral conductor, taking pride and defending with right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you but without more consideration than needed, I chose option 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very simple how I have come to arrive at that choice, however, I have neither the need nor wish to explain further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are so good yourself, go and do a solo in VCH before commenting on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm proud?...I deserve the pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm immature?...Try looking back, at what you yourself wrote, when you have enough choral experience.&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;Oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a tenor.....not a bass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-8465345919751669677?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8465345919751669677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=8465345919751669677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/8465345919751669677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/8465345919751669677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_23.html' title='人都是泛贱的(续)'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-872680301027562351</id><published>2007-04-19T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T00:35:05.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>人都是泛贱的</title><content type='html'>人都是泛贱的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不见魔鬼不怕黑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不见棺材不掉泪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我可以很随便&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也可以让你很不方便&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果井水不犯河水&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也不会向你泼冷水&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你们的意见&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很乐意接受&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是如果因为你的无知&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而认为我应该接受你的无理批评&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我真的吞不下去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;做人要自量&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要量力而为&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人往高处爬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;高处不胜寒&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;欺山莫欺水&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;欺水莫欺火&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;欺火莫欺我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;欺我没有好结果&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-872680301027562351?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/872680301027562351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=872680301027562351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/872680301027562351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/872680301027562351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='人都是泛贱的'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-4507480102657024794</id><published>2007-03-19T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T03:28:53.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the love (continued)</title><content type='html'>This post is a 're' to 're' and others who have been reading and felt the same way as 're'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, 're', why do you keep changing your nick??..wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a very very Big 'YES!' to me being, in fact, VERY against people who look out for their own interest, at the expense of others' interest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course they fear getting hurt, even the blind, deaf, mute or stupid could tell from the way they ask those questions. They think that they are the only ones getting hurt. No other reason why those words are heard ever so loudly unspoken, seen ever so clearly unwritten, there ever so often uneeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am against those people. In fact I am utterly upset at the slightest thought of them. Why is that so? Let me see...erm...why not we put it this way...say, like what you said, I am one of them who put my very own interest before others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seeeee...no wonder I am so upset when my interest is compromised...no wonder THEY are so upset too when they can't put their interest before others'...it definitely feels sucky to the core when others put their interest before you...and all along you think that only the so-called 'Love' existed.....BullShit...if 'Love' is to be defined as being selfless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, Zion, why are you soooo upset when you yourself are so selfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't??? Even when they can be the most selfish person in the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case any of you missed my point, when the point has never been more well examplified, in the first place, by those of you who ask those questions...the point is that ANY of you have not even that little of a right to condemn or question my being upset when you yourself are as upset as me, if not more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't ask those questions, good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are anal enough to ask those questions, you would have been as anal as me, if not more. So before you speak, think twice, thrice if you need...or even more...if not, may you forever hold your peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you define love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask for the needed, not for the unnecessary, whatever else is a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ask yourself=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-4507480102657024794?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4507480102657024794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=4507480102657024794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/4507480102657024794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/4507480102657024794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2007/03/where-is-love-continued.html' title='Where is the love (continued)'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-2983410221288814312</id><published>2007-03-14T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T01:07:30.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the love</title><content type='html'>Everybody wants to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is to be loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some will list an endless list of 'qualities' of a potential 'loving' boyfriend or girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tall? Perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentlemanly? Or sweet and caring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myabe romantic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say it's better to have someone who loves you than to have someone whom you love. Seeing that, I must say that I really feel very pathetic for you and I hope you would wake up your F**king idea sooner...later...or never...whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to you, it's always about 'ME' isn't it? Is he/she the right one 'FOR ME'? Is he/she tall enough 'FOR ME'? Is he/she gentlemanly enough 'FOR ME'? Is he/she caring and sweet enough 'FOR ME'? Is he/she romantic enough 'FOR ME'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yada yada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste my time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'FOR ME' huh...so now you are so damn high up and so damn 'right' that nobody is 'right' and worthy enough FOR YOU?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ask yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ask yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you practice what you preach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would you turn the other cheek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, Father, Father help us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send some guidance from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause people got me, got me questionin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-2983410221288814312?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2983410221288814312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=2983410221288814312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/2983410221288814312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/2983410221288814312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2007/03/where-is-love.html' title='Where is the love'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-4555663438729254557</id><published>2007-02-25T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T02:16:39.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>木乃伊</title><content type='html'>不知从何时&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心.....就好痛..........好痛..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从此就沉睡着&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沉睡已久的木乃伊终于苏醒了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无法抗拒的一阵呼唤&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唤醒了木乃伊的心&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;&lt;br /&gt;木乃伊的心终于又开始在跳了.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-4555663438729254557?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4555663438729254557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=4555663438729254557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/4555663438729254557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/4555663438729254557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='木乃伊'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-2288135413061893707</id><published>2007-02-06T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T13:46:23.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Loved</title><content type='html'>Don't give up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the weight of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your heart's heavy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I will lift it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you want to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If silence keeps you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I will break it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the hurt that you hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're lost inside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I'll be there to find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you want to burn bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If darkness blinds you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I will shine to guide you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to be understood,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can hear you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to be loved,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you are loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-2288135413061893707?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2288135413061893707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=2288135413061893707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/2288135413061893707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/2288135413061893707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-are-loved.html' title='You Are Loved'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-4877106108870259133</id><published>2007-02-05T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:01:02.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am who I am</title><content type='html'>People change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not changed,&lt;br /&gt;you just didn't understand how life is like for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not changed,&lt;br /&gt;you just didn't know me well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not changed,&lt;br /&gt;you just didn't try hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not changed,&lt;br /&gt;you just didn't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not changed,&lt;br /&gt;for I am who I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-4877106108870259133?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4877106108870259133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=4877106108870259133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/4877106108870259133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/4877106108870259133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-who-i-am.html' title='I am who I am'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-117014355184789334</id><published>2007-01-30T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T15:52:32.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try Me</title><content type='html'>There is a choice to be made for everything, whether you know it or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make choices everyday...for almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trained to be a bastard...not by choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you choose for me to be a bastard, I will gladly honour your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will show you what it means for me to be a bastard...by your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-117014355184789334?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/117014355184789334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=117014355184789334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/117014355184789334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/117014355184789334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2007/01/try-me.html' title='Try Me'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-116957370876671483</id><published>2007-01-24T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T13:29:15.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishies</title><content type='html'>Love me, don't let go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what you told me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved you so, I loved you so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I could do was to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you go, I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it is somewhere I can't follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishies come, fishies go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is the true fishie? Only God will know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-116957370876671483?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116957370876671483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=116957370876671483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116957370876671483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116957370876671483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2007/01/fishies.html' title='Fishies'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-116905319175456466</id><published>2007-01-18T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T01:03:10.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you please wake up your F**king idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/16258433-116905319175456466?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116905319175456466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=116905319175456466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116905319175456466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116905319175456466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2007/01/wake-up.html' title='Wake Up'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-116891764768785192</id><published>2007-01-16T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T11:24:12.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Exile</title><content type='html'>Lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path you have chosen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A restless road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No turning back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you will find your light again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let go be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday you'll find me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I hold you close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll know that it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your love lead through the darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to a place you once knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe, I believe, I believe in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself, an angel of kindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing that you can not do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe, I believe, I believe in you.&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;&lt;br /&gt;This path that I have chosen, I will but walk alone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-116891764768785192?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116891764768785192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=116891764768785192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116891764768785192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116891764768785192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2007/01/emotional-exile.html' title='Emotional Exile'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-116845455447261456</id><published>2007-01-11T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T02:50:49.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotion</title><content type='html'>There is no emotion, there is peace.&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;&lt;br /&gt;For what the eyes can see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotion blinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the ears can hear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotion deafens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the words can speak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotion chokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heart can feel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotion corrupts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-116845455447261456?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116845455447261456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=116845455447261456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116845455447261456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116845455447261456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2007/01/emotion.html' title='Emotion'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-116823246747846889</id><published>2007-01-08T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T13:01:07.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People are like that</title><content type='html'>Say Already Also Don't Listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen Also Don't Understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Understand Also Don't Ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask Already Also Don't Go And Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go And Do Also Do Wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Wrong Also Don't Admit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit Also Don't Correct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go And Correct Also Not Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Happy Say I Never Say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-116823246747846889?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116823246747846889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=116823246747846889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116823246747846889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116823246747846889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2007/01/people-are-like-that.html' title='People are like that'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-116792614058916311</id><published>2007-01-04T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T23:55:40.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my troubles seem so far away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like trouble is going to stay.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will all of my troubles go away?.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be able to laugh and play.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-116792614058916311?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116792614058916311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=116792614058916311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116792614058916311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116792614058916311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2007/01/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-116637097412776609</id><published>2006-12-17T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T02:56:17.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another You</title><content type='html'>Dedicated to You, my dear, my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down on my knees, will you forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed a million times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treated you so bad, how can you still love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wiped my weeping eyes as I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so unworthy to be by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will never forget this moment in time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be needing you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never find another love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never find another you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never find another heart as pure and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you...and everything about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lost in a world, filled with temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cannot let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ocean surround me, I was sinking so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on I tried as I swallowed my pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw life flashing before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then I knew it was just a matter of time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be needing you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never find another love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never find another you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never find another heart as pure and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you...and everything about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll unbreak your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I disappointed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever I will serve you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest and true.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never find another love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never find.....another you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-116637097412776609?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116637097412776609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=116637097412776609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116637097412776609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116637097412776609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-you.html' title='Another You'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-116533555383454304</id><published>2006-12-05T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T14:33:00.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough : Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a Master Jedi by the name of Hortath.....or was it Hartoth...nvm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master Hortath was a Jedi respected by many other fellow Jedis. He walked in the Light and had a strong connection with the Force. His wisdom gave him the understanding of many that others have yet. He was the role model. Every padawan was hoping to be like him one day. Many were inspired by him. However, he could not accept the fact that his eyesight was failing him. Despite his wisdom, people have told him about his condition but his pride was like a barrier, a barrier that cannot be yet so easily broken. One day, a young padawan was lost and met Master Hortath. He decided to ask for directions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padawan : Greetings, Master Jedi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master Hortath : Greetings to you, young padawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padawan : Master, I am lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master Hortath : Where to, my young one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padawan : I wish to go to the Jedi training academy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master Hortath : I'm afraid you have taken the wrong path, padawan. Where I face, the academy lies there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padawan : Pardon my ignorance Master but I have been told that academy lies in the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master Hortath : I tell you the truth, the academy is indeed in my sight. Follow that path and it will not lead you away from where you seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padawan : If you say so, Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master Hortath : May the Force be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the Padawan was speaking the truth. He was told about the location of the academy and he was indeed on the right path. However, due to Master Hortath's pride, the young Padawan was lead onto the wrong path. Instead of the path to the Light, he had been directed to a path that takes him down to a groove with a strong pressence of the Dark Force. He was indeed on a road towards destruction. What happened to him nobody knows but people were rather pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion says:&lt;br /&gt;You might be full of wisdom. You might be very successful. You might be an overachiever in almost everything that you do. You might be one who excels in your academic field. You might be one who feels that life is wonderful and full of wonderful surprises and people. You might be one who thinks that you have the world by being so successful and having the people, whom you want to be in your life, in your life. You might be one who feels love and feels that you have almost a limitless capacity to love. You might be one who is everything the above mentioned. You might be one who is so everything the above mentioned that you have become stuck up, some maybe screwed up or some others simply just F**ked up. You might have wisdom, but are you always right? You can try to act high, noble and mighty but there is just that much that you are and can be. You think that you are noble. You think so highly of yourself...huh? You think you can carry out justice...even so of doing it on behalf of everyone? You think that by that ounce of little wisdom you got in your head, you can put yourself above other people? Above me?...you wish? You think that just because you think you are who you think you are, you are who you think you are and that gives you the right and even the right of being right to do things the way of those people you condemn? So are you in any way different from them? Are you not in any way even of me? Who do you think you are...huh? Let me tell you the truth, I don't care what you think of others or even me. I don't care a damn about what you feel about what I say. Don't pose to me the same questions I have posed to you. It doesn't make or prove any point, muchless yours. I don't care what you say about me. The point is not about me. It's about how screwed up you are. I might be screwed up, maybe.....in your eyes....or any of your likes..... But I don't care even half a damn about it because it's not about me, it's about you. You are just as F**ked up as I do. Maybe half as F**ked up as me, I don't know, maybe a quarter but in any case...you are. I don't care whether or not you think I am right because it doesn't matter to me; you are the one who is wrong. I might not be right but you are wrong. It can be explained simply by Karma. You might think that for a person like me, I should be run over by a car, be beaten up by somebody or struck by lightning or maybe not so much on that scale but maybe just "attacked" by a particular blog saying how F**ked up I am and stuff like that. Well I guess maybe what goes around really comes around and I got what I deserve but what happens to the one who ran his car over me? What happens to the one who beat me up? What happens to the one who blogged nasty stuff about me?...the same way I blog about people? Which part of Karma do you think they belong to? Will the driver get run over by another person for running over me? Will the person, who beat me up, get beaten up by some other people? Will the person, who blogged about me, suffer the same fate as me for doing the exact same thing that I did? It never seems to end, does it? Which part of Karma do YOU think you belong to then? Maybe you are the one who is coming to give me what I deserve....maybe?...So after you gave me what I deserved, what does that place you in Karma again? Or do you think that you are so high and noble and mighty that you are not supposed to be part of this whole thing at all and that I'm just a F**ker and somebody's just going to make me suffer for that's what I deserve and everything's just going to be like that as smoothly as if planned and you will be smiling to yourself feeling happy because you feel that justice has been done...so that's what you think? Who do you think you are? You better think twice, or thrice or more, because just as you might believe in Karma, some other people might believe in Karma as much as you do, if not more. Like what many people always say or even what you might say about some religions, what you believe might not be what it is. Don't you think Karma is such a wonderful thing? Do you believe in Karma? Do you STILL believe in Karma? In any case, you can say or think all sorts of things about me and I don't care a damn because I made my point and it will continue to prove itself just as it always have and I rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, Love just ain't enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-116533555383454304?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116533555383454304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=116533555383454304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116533555383454304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116533555383454304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2006/12/sometimes-love-just-aint-enough-wisdom.html' title='Sometimes Love Just Ain&apos;t Enough : Wisdom'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-116520739332854536</id><published>2006-12-04T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T00:40:12.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough : The Living Dead</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder, will it be better if I am dead? When will be the moment I will die? How will I die? I'm wondering all sorts of possibilities and the prefered circumstances so much so that I'm looking forward to it. You might say : "Eh you siao arh, C**k, where got people look forward to death or wish that they will die as soon as possible one"..........My question to you is "Why not?"=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why shouldn't or wouldn't someone look forward to death? Is death really that undesirable? Why is it undesirable? Because you are afraid? What are you afraid of? Leaving your family? Leaving your "friends" - well you call them "friends" because you are or know you are dying soon but in actual fact you don't treat them like "friends" at all. Leaving your darling - er..no. 109th?...or the one before that?...or the one that have yet to come? Or maybe for some it's really just uncertain and fear of what is coming next with death. Maybe you will see your grandfather standing there waiting for you to give you one tight slap across your F**king face to wake up your F**king idea.....I don't know, I mean it's possible if you believe that you will see your grandfather.....but for some I really hope that is the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should you still cling on to life when you are practicaly a living dead? Why don't you just die and F**k off from this world? It really pains and more often than not, disgusts me to see that sometimes poeple are so F**ked up that they do stupid things, say stupid things and be such a stupid F**k that they are actually better off dead. I'll tell you why.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On day, I was in class when I overheard one of my classmates speaking with another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmate A : Eh yesterday you got go and pray or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmate B : Yah got, went to pray pray with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmate A : I haven't pray yet sia...must go and pray...pray to this "ABC" god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmate B : I haven't pray to this "ABC" god but I pray to the "XYZ" god already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----After school-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmate A : Eh you know those ashpiles arh, must give them respect and pray you know. Cannot go and step or disturb the ashpile. That one belongs to the dead one. Must respect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmate B : Oh yah correct. Must respect them lah. They are the dead, must respect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmate B : Oh yah you know or not arh that ****** owe me $5 didn't return me leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmate A : Is it? Take from him loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmate B : Yah...blah blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmate A : Wah F**k lah...blah blah blah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this seems to go on forever, poor ******.....even the dead get so much more respect than a healthy, living, alive and kicking him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are like that. They respect the dead. They go and pray pray. They do this. They do that. They do everything. For the dead. What about the one next to you?.....YES HIM...stop looking around.....that's the one I'm talking about. You care about him??!? F**K YOU! Owe you a little bit of money you KPKB. A little bit and you gossip non-stop about him. Respect this respect that, why not you respect my C**k instead. The people are already dead and can't do anything.....maybe can lah...maybe they appear show you how ghosts say hi.....---&gt;..l.. anyway, you give them so much respect. You don't even know them, but you worship them as if they are gods. Why not you worship my C**k lah, maybe if you worship enough it can give you 4 numbers also...10 numbers also can...how many you want also can give you ah. The one next to you might be your classmate, or anyone who is definitely closer to you than that pile of black ash, or at least he's still a living human being. Do you give him the same respect you gave to that pile of ash? At least half? No? One quarter? One fifth? You might as well go eat my Sh!t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are like that, always full of shitty don't know WTF C**k mentality and behaviour. They respect and show concern for a pile of ash so much more than the living person next to them. When their time has come, they start saying all the "I love you" and "Take care my best friend" and all the hypocritic blah blah black sh!t. I think the best leading actor/actress must be you lah. Mediacorp should give you that award man. You are the best show I've ever seen lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Love just ain't enough, they need more than a F**king slap across their F**king face to wake up their F**king idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-116520739332854536?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116520739332854536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=116520739332854536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116520739332854536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116520739332854536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2006/12/sometimes-love-just-aint-enough-living.html' title='Sometimes Love Just Ain&apos;t Enough : The Living Dead'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-116438166561629690</id><published>2006-11-24T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T11:28:49.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit Wars : Knights of the New Republic</title><content type='html'>There is no emotion, there is peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no passion, there is serenity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no chaos, there is harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no death, there is The Force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----After a nong nong time-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an addition to The Code:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be death lah actually, when there are females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a story about a not so long time ago in a galaxy that is the one we are in now ah, not far far away that one ah, there is one Shithead by the name of Juhani and her Shithead Master, Master Shithead Quatra. Shithead Juhani belongs to the species known famously as Females. The Female species is known throughout the galaxy for their supreme play-hard-to-get tactics in relationships, wonderful command of Men's flow of money at their advantage and Damn Fluctuating and uncontrollable emotions. Juhani and her master are both members of The Cock-Up. One fateful day, while Master Shithead Quatra and Juhani were having a training session, in a moment of craziness and frenzy, Juhani striked at her master leaving her critically injured. Shocked at what she had done, Juhani became very guilty and as time passes, her guilt turned to ignorance under the influence of the Dark side. The Cock-Up despatched Shithead Zion to bring Juhani back to the Light. However, it seems that Shithead Zion, was made a real damn bloody Shithead in the end.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juhani : Who are you, what do you want, I have nothing to do with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion : I am Zion, I am here to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juhani : HA!!! HHHhhhhhooooooo! You want to help me?!? You sure not??!!?? Hahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion : Juhani, I am here to help you, I care about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juhani : F**k off lah, I don't need your care. I have some other people to care for me. Who are you?!? LOL!!! Look at you!!! Wahahahaha!! HHHhhhhooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion : ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juhani : Don't care about me. I was too impulsive to strike at Master Shithead Quatra. I couldn't control my emotions because I didn't trust her. I was too naive to have thought that she was giving me less than the best she could and was witholding things from me. I was once naive. Leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion : It's ok Juhani. I was once naive too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juhani : Would you do me a favour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion : My pleasure =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juhani : Don't copy what I say lei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion : ...I think this must be a misunderstanding...but it's ok...I will have it your way then...I change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juhani : Since I didn't exactly say what it was and that you've removed the phrase on your own accord, it's pretty obvious there's no misunderstanding at all. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion : Er.....??.....ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright Zion says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nono not that Shithead Zion...it's Zion...Although I am quite a Shithead myself lah but anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion says:&lt;br /&gt;Please lah, people care for you you ignore people nvm lah still say nasty things at people. People care for you then go and find you, talk to you, get involved with you and spend their time on you. You think Zion...er I mean Shithead Zion...so free arh. You think he got go spend his time go and talk C**k and get involed with any Tommy Dicky or Harry Pussy?? Yes? No?!?..........Talk C**k. You also don't know yes or no so don't tell me yes or no. Anyway, then when people say he was once naive you also have to go and give your sarcastic comments. People say he once naive means he copy you...huh?!? K Fine misunderstanding nvm, you not happy people change suit your way, he go and change loh. Change already still want to sarcastic somemore say you didn't say what the phrase was and since he change on his own accord so obviously there's no misunderstanding. Wah...very the obvious hor. Means he purposely copy you one lah?!? Sial lah...you best lah well done lah. Even the porkchop chickenchop karatechop steak also not as well done as you lah. It's sooooo Obvious that the phrase was 'I was once naive' lah! What other phrases were there in what he said?!? It could only be that one that you were refering to man! Also, on his own accord?!? Wah...you really very the best the well done lah. Your definition of on his own accord is quite the wierd leh. You already say ask him to stop using your content as his already still say on his own accord? People nice listen to you change for you then you still like that sarcastic him. Aiya nvm lah up to you lah. You happy then good for you lah ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder The Code says 'There can be death lah actually, when there are females'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不死都会给女人气死啦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah forgot one thing, may The Force be with you lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I also don't know whether he wants to be with you or not....up to him lah...he happy also then good lah...haha...whatever lah......er wait....The Force should be 'it' right?....aiyah whatever lah 'her' I also don't care lah...be with you happy happy together happily ever after lah hor...Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-116438166561629690?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116438166561629690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=116438166561629690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116438166561629690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116438166561629690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2006/11/shit-wars-knights-of-new-republic.html' title='Shit Wars : Knights of the New Republic'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-116373349875844774</id><published>2006-11-17T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T11:37:57.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HHHHhhhhhhooooooooo!!!</title><content type='html'>In this world, there are 2 kinds of people. Winners and Losers. You might disagree with me but it's ok because I don't give a F**k about that because I'm right. Everybody wants to hear stories about Winners. Now let me tell you a story about a Loser, all about the Loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Loser was just doing the things he do in the way he does. Everything was just like it should be every other day. Suddenly, on this fateful day, a bunch of Winners came upon Loser and decided that they should do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W1 : You S**k lah...you cannot find gf then you jealous then talk C**k about us females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W2 : You loser lah. Disgrace to men you know. What the F**k is wrong with you man? Men should give their C**ks for women. We should serve them like dogs man! Our money is their money, of course we should spend on them! This is Love. Serving them like a dog is called being a Gentleman, being a GUY. I'm a GUY. So don't call me a GAY. You are a disgrace to me. You are a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L : Ooooohhhhhh.....Pai seh arh...I didn't know....thanks ah....GAY=)...Good luck with serving women like a dog. Good luck with splurging your money on them. Good luck with your Love. Good luck with being such a Gentleman. Good luck GAY=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W3 : You are such a loser. Talk so much for what. Why don't you give your C**k lah. You F**king loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L : Why would I want to give my C**k away? Helllo??? Are you reading my blog??!!?? Are you blind?? Yooooohoooooooo???!!!??? How many is this? ..l..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W3 : Er...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L : Er..Er KI LA*.....It means F**K YOU UNDERSTAND!.....HHHhhhhhhhoooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W4 : You are a disgrace to mankind lah. YOUR interpretation of the bible is crap. You confirm screw-up your literature big time man. And may God bless YOU for using his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L : My interpretation of the bible? Can you find anywhere in my blog that said that I was interpreting the bible? Did I say that I was telling you about the bible? Assume...yada yada yada. Why not then you assume that you are a women, if you are not already one. Then you assume that I'm a man. Then you assume that I smack your pathetic face to wake up your F**king idea. Go back to school man! Go F**k your literature! And may God bless YOU for using MY name in your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Love just ain't enough. How true is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times people need more than a F**king slap to wake up their F**king idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People get upset and offended when they read the criticisms about women. They feel that there are much more screwed-up Men. Women get upset because they think they are so damn such a High-Being. They only like guys who are GentleMan. Pulls out the seat whenever they want to sit down. Attend to every door. Pay for every F**king little thing. That is being GentleMan. That is Love. That is being a MAN. Only the guy who tries hard enough and is worthy will get them.. ..l..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men get offended because they think that I'm challening their norm of being a C**k. They think that as a Man, he should be a gentleman. A gentleman should fulfill everything that's said above. Looks like when I blogged about women, I missed out on men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men go to such lengths to please women for what? For Love? What is Love? To have sex with her? So that is your definition of being a Gentleman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.. Ouch.......Yes yes I know I hit the bull's eye in your heart but let me finish....it ain't no hurting enough yet=)....anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. You can tell me the bullshit about love is not just about sex and everything. Don't look at pornography then gentlmen. Don't have lustful thoughts about women. When you first see a woman, do you see and say 'Wah that woman is such a nice person...althought she's damn ugly and fat but I want her to be my gf or wife because she's such a nice person or do you say 'I want her to be my gf because she is pretty'? Don't go to clubs. Go to clubs for what? Enlarge your social circle lah? To make more friends lah? To meet other fellow GentleMen like you lah? ..l.. Don't have sex with your gf then. Don't have sex with your wife then. Don't even have any sexual thoughts about your gf or wife. Don't get intimate with them. Get so intimate for what? Huh? HUH?!? ..l..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you people trying to tell me what is a Gentleman supposed to be and how I'm not one. Well let me tell you what a Gentleman is NOT supposed to be then. Gentlemen don't post comments on blogs using a stupid name. Gentlemen identify themselves when they want to speak. Gentlemen know when to speak and when not to speak. Gentlemen know better than to disturb someone they don't know, or someone who doesn't know nor care about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait wait......huh?....Huh?!?...what?..what you say? Louder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so now you say am I not as screwed-up as you all are? Am I not as imperfect as any man is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever say that I'm not screwed up? Did I ever claim to be perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now if you think you are half that better than me, that more gentleman than me.....don't even bother to think again.....because your minds are already set in that kind of mentality that ain't no shit can go inside nor stay inside. Don't come and criticise me when you don't even have any reason to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the 'GentleMen' out there, I give you my blessings. May your C**k bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I salute you. ..l..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-116373349875844774?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116373349875844774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=116373349875844774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116373349875844774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116373349875844774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2006/11/hhhhhhhhhhooooooooo.html' title='HHHHhhhhhhooooooooo!!!'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-116308934055763962</id><published>2006-11-10T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T00:22:20.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>您在看我吗?</title><content type='html'>身为一个表演者，脸上的表情非常地重要。喜，怒，哀，乐。 这些感情，对表演者来说，用脸来表达是最容易的。通过脸部上的表情，观众也最容易了解表演者在表演的情绪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个表演者的最高境界，就是戴着面具表演。没戴面具时，表演者表达情绪时易如反掌。一个微笑，一个皱眉，观众都能看到也能明白。一戴上面具，表演者的脸，看不见了。脸上的表情，也看不见了。这时，就要考表演者的功力了。所有的情绪已不能够用脸来表达。现在表演者只能用肢体动作来表达思想、感受与情绪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个表演者的最高境界就是把面具变成他的脸。观众看不见他的脸。不管脸上是什么表情，观众能看到的只是面具。现在观众不只看不出心里的感触，连脸上都看不到任何的表情。如表达得好，观众能看得出其中的感情。看不出来，也只能猜。猜不出，除非他告诉你，不然你一辈子可能都不会知道。他的心，更像无边的宇宙，怎么猜也猜不透。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是我觉得，把面具变成脸没有什么了不起。我认为，真正至高无上的境界，不是把面具变成脸，而是把脸变成面具。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;您。。。在看我吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我？您在看的。。。是我？&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;&lt;br /&gt;您在看我吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-116308934055763962?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116308934055763962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=116308934055763962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116308934055763962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116308934055763962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='您在看我吗?'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-116296258532768114</id><published>2006-11-08T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T23:13:56.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush To Wait...Wait To Rush</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my friend and I were taking a stroll along Clarke Quay when we reached this traffic junction. We were glad that the lights turned green for us just when we reached it but when we were about to step out onto the road, we saw something..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : We just have to cross the next road and we'll be near to Clarke Quay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MF : Come, let's go...the lights have turned green for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Cool..........wait wait wait...look.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MF : Ya.....I saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : What the f**k do you think he was trying to do..?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were about to step out onto the road when we saw this taxi driver advancing his vehicle. He looked as if he was trying to drive off his vehicle when the lights were still red. The lights for us were still green and still then. He started to reverse his vehicle back to the designated stopping line when we started to cross the road. I had no idea what the driver was trying to do but I decided to walk even slower across the road and took the full green-man time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Let's walk slower, shall we =D?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MF : Of course, it's still the greeeeeeen-man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Such a pity, if I had a placard with me, I would have carried it with me while crossing, with the words : ' To all you F**king drivers who can't F**king see the F**king lights, IT IS STILL GREEN FOR ME!!!!!' I will take the card with me and parade in front of the driver until my time is almost up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MF : Sounds cool to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : It definitely is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion Says :&lt;br /&gt;All you drivers out there you better wake up your F**king idea. Especially taxi drivers, you make me Du La*, I'll make sure I complain you until jia lat jia lat. You are driving a taxi, not a red ferrari. You think you who, Michael Schumacher arh? Don't know what the F**k you rushing for you know. You rush rush rush then later you go Long one Suay Kia then his kids become fatherless. Then because of that the mother has to become a taxi driver also. KNN C***B** because of you you know. You all better F**king STOP at zebra crossings. Even if you don't stop just slow down lah. CCB everytime I cross zebra crossing you all must fight with me. Don't even slow down don't even stop. All you drivers better watch out you know, taking down vehicle numbers then complaining about the driver is my forte. Very soon the TP or LTA will come and find you. You all still want your driving license then better F**king drive properly. Buay Ta Han you all you know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-116296258532768114?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116296258532768114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=116296258532768114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116296258532768114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116296258532768114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2006/11/rush-to-waitwait-to-rush.html' title='Rush To Wait...Wait To Rush'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-116290985266882481</id><published>2006-11-07T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T23:01:02.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a joke</title><content type='html'>I was going about doing my daily routine when my friend told me this joke. It was a nice joke that almost left me with a tummy ache from all the laughing. Although it was just a joke, it left me pondering how large the extent of the manifestation of stupidity through a woman can be....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story about an Ah Lian and Ah Beng.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Ah Lian came back from shopping. Among all the stuff she bought, she decided to take out 'The Box'.....several moments later, she decided to call Ah Beng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lian : Eh Ah Beng, you free bo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : Simi La* J*ao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lian : Help me, come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : What help you c*m?...That one also need my help meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lian : F**k you lah...come my house lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : Come your house zuo simi la* j*ao?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lian : I just now buy one puzzle but don't know how to make lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : Simi puzzle?.....What picture one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lian : Mm Zai lah...Just one big chicken lah.....All the pieces look like same one lei...come help me make the puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : Wah La* eh...you ga* bo liao leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several minutes, Ah Beng reached Ah Lian's house. When Ah Beng saw what Ah Lian was doing, he could not believe his eyes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : Eh Ah Lian!...WTF you doing??!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lian : Nah...this one lah!...the puzzle lah so hard to make one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : Wah LA* EH!!.....Simi puzzle?!?...I pa..pa...pa your C***B** LAH!!!.....KNN put the Cornflakes back into the box lah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lian : ...-.-...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/16258433-116290985266882481?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116290985266882481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=116290985266882481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116290985266882481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116290985266882481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-joke.html' title='What a joke'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-116278958226812511</id><published>2006-11-06T13:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:26:17.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian-diao Mad Rush Transit (SMRT)</title><content type='html'>Recently, I had a chance to take part in this exercise. Participants were given a chance to have a meaningful and memorable experience with Sian-diao Mad Rush Transit (SMRT). My friend, My Friend(MF), and I took part in it. True enough, the experience was really unforgettable....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rumble* *Rumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Eh which station we getting off arh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MF : The next one loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Wah, today like got a lot of people hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MF : Yah, don't know all come from where one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yah, I also don't know lei..........suddenly feel like Singapore population very big sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MF : *silence*.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Eh go go...our station..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*After moments of pondering where those people in the same transit as us were from...we have reached our destination but the sight we saw....................we never wanted to see it again...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MF : Wah La* Eh.....So many people outside there waiting to chiong us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Wah F**k lah...They confirm chop plus guarantee money back won't let us go out first one loh...they all also stand outside there sui sui liao loh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MF : F**k care them lah...just push our way through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Confirm jia lat jia lat......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*As the doors open, those people gushed in like mad water. For a moment, I thought I was at Crazy Underwater World. As we waddled through them, they never stopped coming in. From the center of the doors, we were reduced to squeezing through from the side of the doors.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Eh jia lat man.....I think we Hollow Man leh transparent one.....they can't seem to see us lei......wtf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MF : What to do..........here Singapore mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons :&lt;br /&gt;1. The Yellow boxes marked in front of the station doors are not designated smoking areas. They are spaces designated for you C**ks to stand inside so that you don't F**king block people like me who are coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Passengers coming out from the trains have priority over you getting your Big Fat A** inside and onto that seat. Let them come out before you try to squeeze inside and do a reverse parking of your A**.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Even if you want to squeeze, don't KNN C***B** go and squeeze those people coming out to the side lah. At least let them pass through from the middle lah. Later they kena trapped in between the station and train doors then you go and save them is it? You think you what? Superman arh? Clark Kent arh? Here Singapore leh...not Smallville. Please lah..........but true lah...Singapore quite the small also..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-116278958226812511?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116278958226812511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=116278958226812511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116278958226812511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116278958226812511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2006/11/sian-diao-mad-rush-transit.html' title='Sian-diao Mad Rush Transit (SMRT)'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-116269346686107064</id><published>2006-11-05T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T18:31:48.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O...What Bullshit</title><content type='html'>Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a cock and bull story..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cock : Bull, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bull : I think I have fallen in love with another, cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cock : Who is that cock?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bull : My 'kor'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cock : Huh?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bull : My 'kor'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cock : Huh?!?...Your cock?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bull : MY 'KOR' LAH YOU C***B**!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cock : Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bull : Yah...I think..........Let's break-up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cock : You want to break-up with me because of your 'co..'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bull : 'KOR'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cock : Yah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bull : I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cock : Sigh.....Alright.....I wish you all the best for you and your 'Cock' then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bull : Wa La* Eh.......'K'..'Kkk'...............KNN LAH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story :&lt;br /&gt;Don't trust any guy your girlfriend calls 'kor'. You won't know when her 'kor' will become her 'cock'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-116269346686107064?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116269346686107064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=116269346686107064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116269346686107064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116269346686107064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2006/11/owhat-bullshit.html' title='O...What Bullshit'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16258433.post-116254724721778036</id><published>2006-11-03T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T17:52:29.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>子非鱼 焉知鱼之乐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你非我 何知我之苦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我非你 怎知你之心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不在 给谁我之爱&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16258433-116254724721778036?l=zionsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/feeds/116254724721778036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16258433&amp;postID=116254724721778036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116254724721778036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16258433/posts/default/116254724721778036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zionsays.blogspot.com/2006/11/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>Zion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08742061712143177646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8050/1536/1600/baby_middle_finger.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
