<?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-6840496178779844311</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:03:12.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Vision</title><subtitle type='html'>Don't expect me to convey my life.
Just my notions.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-a-vision.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6840496178779844311/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-a-vision.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10900494143685575166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XtamfhXgF80/SaiwCrYLsYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zFz9oRY8GSg/S220/0102092342a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840496178779844311.post-8944283304473845581</id><published>2008-12-29T02:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T02:58:08.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Realize the Value of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To realize the value of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ONE YEAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;,&lt;br /&gt;ask a student who failed a grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; To realize the value of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ONE MONTH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;,&lt;br /&gt;ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; To realize the value of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ONE WEEK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;,&lt;br /&gt;ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote" style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To realize the value of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE DAY&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;ask a daily wage laborer who has ten kids to feed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; To realize the value of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ONE HOUR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;,&lt;br /&gt;ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; To realize the value of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ONE MINUTE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;,&lt;br /&gt;ask a person who missed the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; To realize the value of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ONE SECOND&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;,&lt;br /&gt;ask a person who just avoided an accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; To realize the value of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ONE MILLISECOND&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;,&lt;br /&gt;ask the person who won a silver medal in the Olympics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize the value of time, treasure every moment you have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6840496178779844311-8944283304473845581?l=in-a-vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-a-vision.blogspot.com/feeds/8944283304473845581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6840496178779844311&amp;postID=8944283304473845581' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6840496178779844311/posts/default/8944283304473845581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6840496178779844311/posts/default/8944283304473845581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-a-vision.blogspot.com/2008/12/realize-value-of-time.html' title='Realize the Value of Time'/><author><name>Hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10900494143685575166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XtamfhXgF80/SaiwCrYLsYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zFz9oRY8GSg/S220/0102092342a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840496178779844311.post-6103036043548185635</id><published>2008-09-17T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:43:32.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As It Wilts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Like a flower that wilts yet its stem stays strong described out relationship. The contact, the presence, the loyalty, the ambience of our relationship slowly wilted. Yet, our love was the stem, strong and firm, but I had to leave, as the seasons have to change and the flowers have to wilt with the changing seasons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...It wasn’t for me to decide, the slow progress of our diminishing could not be held back, once again, as the seasons cannot be stopped. Her parents would not have approved, not only of me, of anyone that was like me. Be it so, I cannot change, I have been nurtured into what i am and for no one can I be different, not even for myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...I’m not selfish, I’m honest, call it whatever you may, acceptance is valued trait and I should be accepted for who or what I am. As long as I can treat their valued daughter how a queen should be treated, which i did, there shall be no dilemma, no?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Maybe it was for the best, maybe that’s just a quote with the underlying definition which makes a lonely man feel some sort of sympathy for committing an action which he regrets...Maybe not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...I call it unconditional love, for whatever she may do, whoever she may be in her life time i shall not go back on my feelings for my heart does not deceive me. The only time, I say, the only time I shall be broken is if we exchange gazes and I perceive the same passion from her as before...I lie to you not that my heart shall shatter to a thousand dissimilar pieces, like a puzzle in which the pieces cannot fit, cannot complete...I can’t go back...What I have done, I have done and I can’t go back...It shall be against my will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because that’s how it wilts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...This is just a quick monologue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6840496178779844311-6103036043548185635?l=in-a-vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-a-vision.blogspot.com/feeds/6103036043548185635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6840496178779844311&amp;postID=6103036043548185635' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6840496178779844311/posts/default/6103036043548185635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6840496178779844311/posts/default/6103036043548185635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-a-vision.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-it-wilts.html' title='As It Wilts...'/><author><name>Hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10900494143685575166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XtamfhXgF80/SaiwCrYLsYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zFz9oRY8GSg/S220/0102092342a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840496178779844311.post-4836621581499669813</id><published>2008-05-13T18:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:42:49.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New song, yeap...Practice makes perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.jukeboxalive.com/audio_play_offsite.php?mid=1770178"&gt;"Believe" (Produced by Hassan) - Hassan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XtamfhXgF80/SCoXj3vKGZI/AAAAAAAAADs/lIkVEc6yVf4/s1600-h/hope03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XtamfhXgF80/SCoXj3vKGZI/AAAAAAAAADs/lIkVEc6yVf4/s320/hope03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199994624777263506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6840496178779844311-4836621581499669813?l=in-a-vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-a-vision.blogspot.com/feeds/4836621581499669813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6840496178779844311&amp;postID=4836621581499669813' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6840496178779844311/posts/default/4836621581499669813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6840496178779844311/posts/default/4836621581499669813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-a-vision.blogspot.com/2008/05/believe.html' title='Believe...'/><author><name>Hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10900494143685575166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XtamfhXgF80/SaiwCrYLsYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zFz9oRY8GSg/S220/0102092342a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XtamfhXgF80/SCoXj3vKGZI/AAAAAAAAADs/lIkVEc6yVf4/s72-c/hope03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840496178779844311.post-8469648986616910249</id><published>2008-03-29T19:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T19:17:09.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hassan (Music Page)</title><content type='html'>'kay, I got around to doing some more self-promotion...Yeap, creating a facebook Musician Page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join it if you have facebook and support your main man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Hassan/9719039468?ref=share"&gt;Facebook: Hassan (Musician)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6840496178779844311-8469648986616910249?l=in-a-vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-a-vision.blogspot.com/feeds/8469648986616910249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6840496178779844311&amp;postID=8469648986616910249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6840496178779844311/posts/default/8469648986616910249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6840496178779844311/posts/default/8469648986616910249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-a-vision.blogspot.com/2008/03/hassan-music-page.html' title='Hassan (Music Page)'/><author><name>Hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10900494143685575166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XtamfhXgF80/SaiwCrYLsYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zFz9oRY8GSg/S220/0102092342a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840496178779844311.post-5489711731181470779</id><published>2008-03-10T19:17:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:11:19.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Rain, There's a Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Music is a big part of my life, and on that note I haven't recorded a song in a very long time. About 4 - 5 months give or take. Until today, i decided to pick up a pad and a pen and in a span of 4 hours or so, this was the outcome. From the instrumental, to the lyrics, to the vocals themselves. Yup, all in one artist. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tempfiles.net/getfile.php?temp_id=8738"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jukeboxalive.com/audio_play_offsite.php?mid=1731894"&gt;"After the Rain, There's a Rainbow" (Produced by Hassan) - Hassan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XtamfhXgF80/R9Xzv_t8GrI/AAAAAAAAADk/Re453ZSjk-Q/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XtamfhXgF80/R9Xzv_t8GrI/AAAAAAAAADk/Re453ZSjk-Q/s320/rainbow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176311352615770802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XtamfhXgF80/R9Xzc_t8GqI/AAAAAAAAADc/BV9YYpJYMbQ/s1600-h/Forgotton.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click on the link to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6840496178779844311-5489711731181470779?l=in-a-vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-a-vision.blogspot.com/feeds/5489711731181470779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6840496178779844311&amp;postID=5489711731181470779' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6840496178779844311/posts/default/5489711731181470779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6840496178779844311/posts/default/5489711731181470779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-a-vision.blogspot.com/2008/03/after-rain-theres-rainbow.html' title='After the Rain, There&apos;s a Rainbow'/><author><name>Hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10900494143685575166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XtamfhXgF80/SaiwCrYLsYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zFz9oRY8GSg/S220/0102092342a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XtamfhXgF80/R9Xzv_t8GrI/AAAAAAAAADk/Re453ZSjk-Q/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840496178779844311.post-2265172126550731148</id><published>2008-03-08T21:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T12:29:12.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Book of Notions: Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;u  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;…And We Fell Astray, Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The last time the suns rays that glittered across your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Right before we sheared our paths, was only a matter of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The last time you stared in my eyes and stood so closely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It was the last time my heart was inside your reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I never hoped we would succumb to make this decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And decided never to cross our paths again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Because we fell astray from each other, forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Into a world where what we gain, is lost for pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I can’t tell you that I won’t miss you, because I know I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Every time I think of how it started, it does hurt, it does kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;From now on, we can only live in our thoughts with time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And every gaze we’ll share, I’ll know I crossed your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Realize that it’s already hard to erase these thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To be completely apart, for now, is best for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Don’t take this as hate, I promised I would never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But then again, I promised we’d never fall astray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But we did, forever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XtamfhXgF80/R9NVMPt8GjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ok4w12o-euA/s1600-h/screamdarkness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XtamfhXgF80/R9NVMPt8GjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ok4w12o-euA/s320/screamdarkness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175574065644837426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Screams of Darkness" by Hassan Naeem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6840496178779844311-2265172126550731148?l=in-a-vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-a-vision.blogspot.com/feeds/2265172126550731148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6840496178779844311&amp;postID=2265172126550731148' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6840496178779844311/posts/default/2265172126550731148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6840496178779844311/posts/default/2265172126550731148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-a-vision.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-book-of-feelings-part-two.html' title='Book of Notions: Part Two'/><author><name>Hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10900494143685575166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XtamfhXgF80/SaiwCrYLsYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zFz9oRY8GSg/S220/0102092342a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XtamfhXgF80/R9NVMPt8GjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ok4w12o-euA/s72-c/screamdarkness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840496178779844311.post-7077235349410404519</id><published>2008-03-08T21:42:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T11:37:23.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Of Notions: Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Pen and My Pad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XtamfhXgF80/R9NP4ft8GhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RASb3bjZuF0/s1600-h/pathfinder_poetry_pen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XtamfhXgF80/R9NP4ft8GhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RASb3bjZuF0/s320/pathfinder_poetry_pen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175568228784282130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I live and let die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;watch sunset, sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;with my pad and my pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I’m symbolizing each line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The thoughts come thorough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;first buried in furrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hearing my heart speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;will there be tomorrow?    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My self conscience pays bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the pen replies to my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I hear in my writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;will forever be strong    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;angst and vibes are filled in my breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;pushing top limits I speak in deep depths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the lines on the paper as closing to thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I speak in deep depth with my pad and my pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I wrote this poem when i was 13 or 14, I don't quite remember. But yeah, i managed to win bronze in the poetry.com contest and was actually, pretty surprised. And since then, I like to think my talents have sprouted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6840496178779844311-7077235349410404519?l=in-a-vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-a-vision.blogspot.com/feeds/7077235349410404519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6840496178779844311&amp;postID=7077235349410404519' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6840496178779844311/posts/default/7077235349410404519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6840496178779844311/posts/default/7077235349410404519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-a-vision.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-book-of-feelings-part-one.html' title='Book Of Notions: Part One'/><author><name>Hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10900494143685575166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XtamfhXgF80/SaiwCrYLsYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zFz9oRY8GSg/S220/0102092342a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XtamfhXgF80/R9NP4ft8GhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RASb3bjZuF0/s72-c/pathfinder_poetry_pen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840496178779844311.post-8786900871733931721</id><published>2008-03-08T19:48:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T12:29:27.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundamentals of Decisions &amp; Choices (Selfishness)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tasks, options, decisions, choices, and results are all fundamentals that are based upon the weight of one’s personal mentality or personality. The philosophy of ones choices are rooted down to the core of certain circumstances. These circumstances fall under the category of either desire or need. Desires have various origins, whether it is jealousy or whether it is the basic instinct of beauty in the conclusion of that particular decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This brings me to my point…    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices are becoming more and more selfish, more self-desiring, more self-indulging. But who is to blame for these choices when humans are the ones making them? Nowadays, it seems like when one makes a decision, the result should benefit only him or her. And upon making that decision, the factor of the decision should only constitute that single person, and not ONE person other than them. Selfishness, I should say, is the root of all evil. Mostly everyone has fear of one another. Not the basic fear of one being greater, but the fear that roots from a cynical mentality of others achieving their dreams. Selfishness, places grudges upon each other, selfishness places a periphery in which one is bound to his own constraints. When one forgets his own outcome in order to bring down others, these constraints label one at the pinnacle of their selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it seems like I’m babbling on different aspects of selfishness…    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dependence    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people regard dependence as a weakness, but is it really when there is no other option?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take into consideration, one human in need of another’s ability. Should you say, that human is dependent on others, because he does not have the ability himself? Is that human not forced to be dependent? Because in the end, isn’t being dependent on others just a way to bring yourself to an ultimate downfall? So would you really blame the human for not being self-sufficient?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If blamed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that human not have the right to deny it? Does he not have the right to argue to the point of fury? When that point of anger and frustration is reached, can you really blame him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When put into the real world, many convey the message of being self-sufficient at a particular age factor. Mentality and personality would depend on that age factor to vary enormously from person to person, would it not? Societal labels are a way to portray one’s weakness when they might not even exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now follow along closely because labeling someone of dependency is closely related to selfishness... For some, that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooting back to the fundamental of a selfish choice, this fundamental is rooted from the choice made when a human is to label another as dependent of others. To some it might be to their advantage (selfishness). When you ignite a weakness in someone by labeling them as dependent of others, they lose an integral part of themselves and this way that human being has become lesser then the selfish one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you agree or not, you cannot deny the fact it is true for some if not most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my two cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but then again...why two cents, when it's only "a penny for your thoughts?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6840496178779844311-8786900871733931721?l=in-a-vision.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-a-vision.blogspot.com/feeds/8786900871733931721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6840496178779844311&amp;postID=8786900871733931721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6840496178779844311/posts/default/8786900871733931721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6840496178779844311/posts/default/8786900871733931721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-a-vision.blogspot.com/2008/03/fundamentals-of-decisions-choices.html' title='Fundamentals of Decisions &amp; Choices (Selfishness)'/><author><name>Hassan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10900494143685575166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XtamfhXgF80/SaiwCrYLsYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zFz9oRY8GSg/S220/0102092342a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
