<?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-6883792839114433424</id><updated>2011-09-02T07:50:10.661-07:00</updated><category term='Mirror is to reflect what u hav...'/><title type='text'>Music Of My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-6925620665519371827</id><published>2011-04-15T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T14:19:21.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit Low Note</title><content type='html'>I feel myself is such a disappointment to anyone, especially those who love me dearly. From the past to present, I have been hurt and disappoint those whom I love....my parents, sister and now my girlfriend. Failure is the right word to use to describe me. The more I'm trying to impress them, the more disappointment they get. I'm trying to learn from my past experience and trying to please my girlfriend but it is just another failure for me. She wants me to travel and stay over at her house. That is not a problem to me but she told me last minute. That really caught me out of surprise....I'm sorry because I don't like to travel without planning. The contradict part was she likes to travel and can just pack and go that type of person. What makes me small is that she compare me with Mr K....then compare with Mr B....along my life till current day....my love one keep compare me with people around me. My school life....compare me with my cousin and sister....they are great in academic and my parents expect me to match their achievement. When comes to learning music, people compare me with my sister...she has it all...talent in music and a good voice to sing....what am I....just like a beggar off the streets....why does my whole life have to be compare with this and that person...am I that tiny or so poor in term of skill or character that I don't have any small part that I can charm people....what really makes me sad is that my life is just like a robot...people nearest to me have remote control to have control over me....all they need to do is just press a button...does they care how I feel...I feel bored in giving in about this matter....they feel this and that is the best for me but they never ask me whether is this what you wanted or is this the best for you....I struggle to please them...there is only two place for me to do what I wish to do....first is Kampar....the place where I study and the second are this blog...where I can express what and how I feel...life seem like so pathetic to me....I really very happy when my friends celebrated my birthday with me because after living 17years of rejection...finally I can get this group of true friend....I know time is running out as they are graduating soon....I wish to apologize to my girlfriend for choosing them over you at this moment....I love you but I cherish them because they have been with me for four years not merely as friends or companion but also a special bond that cannot be explain as we fight together since foundation with the aim to graduate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearly girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if phone calls or msn or whatever communication way that we are using now cannot pleases you as you wish to see me more. You did nothing wrong with this hope but is me who let you down from time to time....I hope you understand that I'm trying to strike balance between you and my friend....I have to admit that I'm poor at it. Disappoint you really break my heart....at times I question God and ask Him why separate us....He really put a test for me....many moments that I'm down and wish to find you to talk off but seeing you so tired after off from work....I just keep it to myself as I know you didn't good life after whole day working....and at times I wish to cheer you with jokes and stories or excite you by telling you what special event that I have done.....all of those seem like can't stimulate you...I'm glad when you share your problem with me....nowadays...I seldom can know what you're doing...I sent few messages then you only reply and I don't blame you cause previously I did something wrong I guess or the work already drain you out and you need a time out....out of frustration...I wish to tell you but I don't deserve yet cause you sacrifice more than I do....just please bear with me and what nonsense that I have cause or done...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-6925620665519371827?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/6925620665519371827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=6925620665519371827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/6925620665519371827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/6925620665519371827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2011/04/hit-low-note.html' title='Hit Low Note'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-7192011275519933877</id><published>2011-04-11T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T07:08:48.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day...</title><content type='html'>My day started out as i woke up at two quarter near half. Then i turn on my laptop as usual. When my laptop was started, i turn on the facebook. Instantly a message was pop out from the satay lou chat window. It was from Ken, now we go lunch then straight go to volleyball....nic, you wan join....i replied instant by typing yes...myself go take a bath n change into sports attire....then waited for Ken n Lum...along the way going out to main road....we picked up Kenny and Sim Huae.....they plan to go Utar from academic purposes....we drop them at the gate that links between Utar and Ktar....then we headed for our lunch. We went to a shop that i don't remember its name....we took chicken rice there....after finishing our lunch....we went to the volleyball court at Ktar to meet up wif Shawn, Kenny and Sim Huae....When we reach the court....i can see the dark clouds moving in packs towards our direction....but we ignored them as we play as we waited for it to rain....thank God that the wind keep blow the dark clouds away....we play a total of 5 sets of game.....Lum, Ken and myself a team while Kenny, Sim Huae and Shawn make up a team.....we plan to try a different strategy by dividing roles among ourselves. Lum or me would play first person who receive the ball or the person who set the ball to the front which is Ken....Ken will then play as spikier, which often tend to be the third person who play the ball over or usually takes ball that comes under the net....we have few successful play in the first set but won the game....as we play until the third set, i exchange role wif Ken.....somehow we have much better communication this way....the team play strategy managed to work out...we had a fun game after playing all 5 sets...after the game....we all rested at the court and do some chatting....then headed to a food center called Primas....I had a half piece of tosai and i don quite remember what did others had.....After having our nice dinner, we went to Tenaga Mini Market to shop for some stuff and goods....I bought a shampoo as the previous one was finish....as done some small shopping...then we headed home...along the way...we scared that in front will have road blocks by few policemen...so we put on our seat belts in a rush...it was a false alarm as there were no road blocks but we still need to put on as for our own safety purposes...we then dropped Kenny and Sim Huae back to their home and the last destination was my room...sitting in front of my laptop typing this post to you....that summarize three quarter of my day or Monday....hope enjoy what i have been thru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile thru your day =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-7192011275519933877?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/7192011275519933877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=7192011275519933877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/7192011275519933877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/7192011275519933877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-day.html' title='My Day...'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-2767545233478685743</id><published>2011-01-24T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T14:31:55.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty!!!!</title><content type='html'>Just few days ago, a girl whom i love leave the place where i study for her future. It a mixed feeling for both of us to what i believe. We are still maintaining our relationship though we are distance away. There was an idea or metaphor appear in my mind. I think of using the word beauty to describe our relationship and how it should be. &lt;br /&gt;There are two situation that people who are warmly in love will have as an ending. This is how it goes, there are some type of people who only wants a beautiful love and ignore the time factor. Meaning that they don't care how short is the relationship but all they want is a beautiful relationship. It is like an architect who design and build the world most beautiful scrapper. The building amaze and mesmerize many with the glasses as the theme of the building. But when an earthquake comes, the beauty in eyes of many has now turn into dust....very beautiful but not long lasting. The other type is building a simple house with a strong foundation. Many may not see what beauty does this simple house possess and doesn't bother to have a glance at it. Yet this simply house can last through storm and also quakes, not to mention it also provide shelter. After through storms, people will then look back and at this moment they can see what beauty lies in this simple house. Not only they realise but they also will cherish they beauty that the possess, the simple house. &lt;br /&gt;I'll hope we both can try hard to build a simple house and look back what beauty we have sow and now it has rip. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-2767545233478685743?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/2767545233478685743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=2767545233478685743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/2767545233478685743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/2767545233478685743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2011/01/beauty.html' title='Beauty!!!!'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-109554213564498872</id><published>2010-12-05T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T19:21:30.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music In the snow</title><content type='html'>Today is a Sunday, a day where many people went church. As I begin to prepare myself, I look out the window to have a glanced of the weather. It is snowing outside and the temperature was recorded at -14 Celsius. It is freezing cold and the snow was getting heavier than it was a second ago. In my mind, I was wondering whether are we able to get to church. The heavy snow will make the road slippery and hard to drive on it. Suddenly, mum yell from downstairs, "we are not going to church today...the snow is to heavy". I shouted back and say yes. I feel like having a walk to the nearby cafe to have some hot drinks. I grabbed on my winter coat and walk down the stairs while informing my mum that Im going out. She nod her head as I going past the door. As Im walking down the street, I can feel the freezing wind blew through me. My ears can feel the pain and my body is shivering although the Im wearing a winter coat. There few people down the street, the snow has keep them off the street. The street is so silent as I continue my walk....I heard a music came from a dark corner of the street..I was somehow got attracted by the voice....I approached nearer to see what it is....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-109554213564498872?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/109554213564498872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=109554213564498872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/109554213564498872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/109554213564498872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2010/12/music-in-snow.html' title='Music In the snow'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-7530881749870738796</id><published>2010-12-04T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T02:34:08.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is she the one???</title><content type='html'>I haven't write for ages. I now only write when I feel like writing. Recently I know a girl, she somehow attracted my attention. I feel very comfortable with her. She has her own beauty. She is active and seem like capable of in everything. To me she seem like the one Im waiting for.....together with her I found my ownself. I close my eyes, she will appear in my mind. I guess she is really the one Im waiting for.....it has been 2years since the last one...time really flies fast...just like a wink of eyes...2years past....Should I go after her or let this opportunity passes by???...but I have decided to give it a try...I even pray to God for an answer....seem like the answer is a yes...i hope i'll success =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-7530881749870738796?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/7530881749870738796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=7530881749870738796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/7530881749870738796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/7530881749870738796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-she-one.html' title='Is she the one???'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-3438074887275827437</id><published>2010-04-09T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T00:47:44.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friends End Up Couple</title><content type='html'>Three good friends,&lt;br /&gt;Two become couple,&lt;br /&gt;One end up lonely,&lt;br /&gt;All feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can become the first to know,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can become the second to share their happiness,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could become the third to celebrate with them,&lt;br /&gt;I wish fourth is they get blessing from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You both move in advance,&lt;br /&gt;While I move backwards,&lt;br /&gt;To the origin,&lt;br /&gt;Where I first started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to find myself some activities all over again =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-3438074887275827437?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/3438074887275827437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=3438074887275827437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/3438074887275827437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/3438074887275827437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-friends-end-up-couple.html' title='Good Friends End Up Couple'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-4511286083940842572</id><published>2010-04-06T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:02:48.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/S7wf9BmBZnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GV6-YxAPNbQ/s1600/Friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/S7wf9BmBZnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GV6-YxAPNbQ/s400/Friends.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457271981726590578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends,&lt;br /&gt;One who has bond of mutual affection as define in dictionary,&lt;br /&gt;Is it a person who care or harm you,&lt;br /&gt;A person who share or take,&lt;br /&gt;Or a person who lend a hand of help when in need,&lt;br /&gt;Or whom stab you in the darkest moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends,&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to you,&lt;br /&gt;Person who share your fame,&lt;br /&gt;Or just person who make you shame,&lt;br /&gt;Is he a person who light your life,&lt;br /&gt;Or just another dark shadow who haunt your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends,&lt;br /&gt;Cant best describe by none of the above,&lt;br /&gt;Neither words can explain it,&lt;br /&gt;Nor dictionary can define,&lt;br /&gt;For it is best to picture,&lt;br /&gt;Just like you and me,&lt;br /&gt;Friends......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-4511286083940842572?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/4511286083940842572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=4511286083940842572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/4511286083940842572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/4511286083940842572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2010/04/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/S7wf9BmBZnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GV6-YxAPNbQ/s72-c/Friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-184062219953826726</id><published>2009-08-18T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:06:38.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riddle.....Make A Guess????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SosX1rQd25I/AAAAAAAAAGs/q21TIq0KZzI/s1600-h/guess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SosX1rQd25I/AAAAAAAAAGs/q21TIq0KZzI/s320/guess.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371413191481744274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What word can be written forward, backward or upside down, and can still be read from left to right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm not an airplane, but I can fly through the sky. I'm not a river, but I'm full of water. What am I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I make u weak at the worst of all time. I keep you safe, I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat and your heart grow cold, I visit the weak but seldom the bold. What am i? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you're smart then leave your answer in the comment box;I will give you feed back whether your answers are right or wrong....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-184062219953826726?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/184062219953826726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=184062219953826726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/184062219953826726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/184062219953826726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2009/08/riddlemake-guess.html' title='Riddle.....Make A Guess????'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SosX1rQd25I/AAAAAAAAAGs/q21TIq0KZzI/s72-c/guess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-1024873451857397860</id><published>2009-07-26T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:40:18.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparation To Hit High Note</title><content type='html'>Hectic weeks is ahead.....will i able to cope with it....i think i'll handled just fine if i can cut my sleeping and gaming time little more and put more effort on revision. I dont aim to be the best in my class but at least a decent result. I believe that our biggest enemy is ourselves. We may beat the whole world yet lost to ourselves. I planned to take one step by one step to focus more on my studies. I dont how much can i changed but at least im putting effort in trying. To achieve success without effort is dead, is just like a shooter who has a good gun but without the bullet. I want to climb back to my glory days, those days seems to fade away with the blowing wind; hide beneath my shadow....i'll arise....is time for me to wake up...play time is over. It's time for my instrument to once again hit high note.....I have learn to treat failure as stepping stone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-1024873451857397860?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/1024873451857397860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=1024873451857397860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/1024873451857397860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/1024873451857397860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2009/07/preparation-to-hit-high-note.html' title='Preparation To Hit High Note'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-1492222538269769771</id><published>2009-06-30T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:06:03.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Back!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yo.....what's up guys???Im back blogging....suddenly feel like writing some crap stuff after finish editing english assignment. Few weeks back, I found a target(girl) but I was too late, she belongs to a guy already....sad....trying to attend every class is more fun than skipping class. Im trying to shake off my kaki ponteng worm off my back. My new classmates are great, they are good in studies, gaming and chatting especially gossip....our class seems more lively compare to previous T8....this semester have a lot of presentation..fun...I will be able to wear my new formal shirt...At last kampar started to rain....nice night is ahead....if it didnt rain...it will be like desert...for pass weeks,monday,friday and saturday is my sports day. We play badminton, tennis, volleyball and football, to keep myself fit. I plan to quit blogging at first because I found it no meaning to keep it on but I love write....so i decided to keep on blogging.....word is a powerful and fantastic tools, you can use it to do anything but I love to use it to express my feeling.....I pick up my viola and started to play again but found that my skill has turn rusty....need to brush up already....I guess the person who encourage me to blog has spark my flame for blogging, nothing can actually wipe off the blazing fire.....thanks for the encouragement....you know who I am referring to....forget the lasting....I have been able to control my mouth and not let speech pour out from it too much...good news for me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-1492222538269769771?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/1492222538269769771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=1492222538269769771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/1492222538269769771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/1492222538269769771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back.html' title='Im Back!!!!!'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-204711230332832756</id><published>2009-04-04T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:45:02.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Watch Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have 4 watches as collection. I believe that watch no longer plays a role as just time keeper. Watch can now turn into design. We can use different watch to match our clothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/Sde3QCDZyBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/W7Y2Tb8na3I/s1600-h/tag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/Sde3QCDZyBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/W7Y2Tb8na3I/s320/tag.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320922970818463762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This my first watch. Is a stainless steal watch. It makes people looks mature and more on career looking type. I got it when i was form 3. I lost my original watch so my dad replace me with this watch. It a chronograph type.....I love it because of it's function....chronograph....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/Sde3k4vh8II/AAAAAAAAAGM/JjrivcwLPIA/s1600-h/abitus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/Sde3k4vh8II/AAAAAAAAAGM/JjrivcwLPIA/s320/abitus.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320923329096446082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/Sde3yl7zCZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-DUUFTjvTRU/s1600-h/back.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/Sde3yl7zCZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-DUUFTjvTRU/s320/back.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320923564565793170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my second watch. It make of leather strips and is limited edition. My dad bought me this one also cause he also like to collect watch. Is automatic type. Manufacture by Arbutus, an american company. We can see the machine through the back. The design is special.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/Sde3-1w1EQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/686n2lM-o8Q/s1600-h/vinci.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/Sde3-1w1EQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/686n2lM-o8Q/s320/vinci.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320923774973186306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my third watch. A watch that bought by myself at a reasonable price. I like the texture of the watch. It brings me a classical feel. Made by Vincci. The middle part is bulky. You can the the watch ticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/Sde4JcjbRWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1mZYvdpg3qQ/s1600-h/digital+vinci.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/Sde4JcjbRWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1mZYvdpg3qQ/s320/digital+vinci.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320923957184644450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my fourth watch. A digital type. Actually, Im not quite fancy digital watch but this one attracted me with its design. A white one can match quite a lot of clothing. Also made by Vincci....maybe Vincci can focus on manufacturing watch. The watch they make is nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-204711230332832756?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/204711230332832756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=204711230332832756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/204711230332832756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/204711230332832756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-watch-collection.html' title='My Watch Collection'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/Sde3QCDZyBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/W7Y2Tb8na3I/s72-c/tag.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-5041034607901965356</id><published>2009-03-27T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T06:57:05.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At Last, Im FREE!!!</title><content type='html'>It has been hectic for the past month. Mid-term test and assignments coming one by one like a never ending story. It had ended yesterday, my last test was accounting. Suddenly, I feel empty after busing for so many weeks. Those rushing time is over yet I feel boring and have nothing to do. Im free but Im not as excited as I thought. So I sat down and started to write this blog. Kampar always rain during night and it happens every night actually. My house is quiet and the sound of the pouring rain drops can be heard so clearly...tick...tick...every drops. The freedom I get already invest in movie and games. These types of lifestyle is meaningless; is just like people hitting an empty tin. I wish I can find something more meaningful to do, maybe playing instrument or reading novels. I have 2 instruments in my room, a guitar and a violin but my skills has turn rusty. I cant make good music anymore. Music that comes from my heart. There is this saying, people can feel what you feel through the music you play. If I cant play with my heart, how can people feel my music. So far, I have played for 2 person with my heart. First is Jesus and the other is my ex-girlfriend. The music is beautiful.....A music without feeling is a person without heart....a freedom without purpose is also a person without hearts....empty....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-5041034607901965356?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/5041034607901965356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=5041034607901965356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/5041034607901965356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/5041034607901965356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-last-im-free.html' title='At Last, Im FREE!!!'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-5071691498910310032</id><published>2009-02-28T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:09:23.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music That Never Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SamZ6oAMQNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_dss8YknLHQ/s1600-h/Music_Notes_by_Forsaken_Designs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SamZ6oAMQNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_dss8YknLHQ/s320/Music_Notes_by_Forsaken_Designs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307942868282523858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, I sat on my table and think of what happened to me. I realize life is like a circle, what goes way will somehow comes back. You cant never find a point to end it. It keep goes on and on until the day comes then it will stop on earth but not in the other life. You have been going after the same goal for years, you may have achieve it but you are not easily satisfied. You will perfect your goals by having a better life. Human tend to be more like robots as civilization happened. We will usually follow orders rather than use our brain to think. We are bind by too many rules, afraid to break any of the rules. Rules are mean to be broken but there lines that you cant cross. What will happened to the coming generation? &lt;br /&gt;I really hope this current problem I'm facing will go off as time passes by......Who am I to judge the person whether is a nice person or vice versa. All I can do is keep myself from trouble and involve in less conversation. I feel so comfortable with room especially now....silent....where i can hear my watch ticking...nice...free from troubles....I wish to cut all my connection with the person but I dont have the courage to be that mean....I hope my flickering flame will be able to hold the gushing wind during my darkest hour...All i wish is that i will be able to end my music of life with a nice note....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-5071691498910310032?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/5071691498910310032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=5071691498910310032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/5071691498910310032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/5071691498910310032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2009/02/music-that-never-ends.html' title='Music That Never Ends'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SamZ6oAMQNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_dss8YknLHQ/s72-c/Music_Notes_by_Forsaken_Designs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-3086041552525165133</id><published>2009-02-20T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:33:17.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kampar, my second home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kampar is a small town,&lt;br /&gt;Which divided into new and old town,&lt;br /&gt;Most shops located at old town,&lt;br /&gt;While people live at new town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, life is simple,&lt;br /&gt;Yamcha and gaming is an example,&lt;br /&gt;At market, elders selling vegetables,&lt;br /&gt;At mamak, chui sui done by young people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicycles are commoners,&lt;br /&gt;Cars and motors are outsiders,&lt;br /&gt;Speaking cantonese sounds familiar,&lt;br /&gt;Reading english shouldn't be consider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-3086041552525165133?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/3086041552525165133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=3086041552525165133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/3086041552525165133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/3086041552525165133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2009/02/kampar-my-second-home.html' title='Kampar, my second home'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-4261382736776940956</id><published>2009-02-02T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:05:25.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sim Hui........</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday Sim Hui....it was yesterday that we celebrated her birthday....when she told me yesterday was her birthday, I thought she was joking. It turn out to be her birthday. After class few of us when planned to go to KFC for our lunch. Then she said that she wish to follow us. Only me, Vincent, Kenny and Chin Poey went to KFC with her. All follow Vincent's car except Chin Poey riding his motor. We reach KFC first because Chin Poey have something to do before he joined us. We order our food and enjoy our meal; halfway Chin Poey arrived with a cake on his hand. Below is the process of what happen when celebrate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SYfNKL_qDII/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ub23nmIhKXI/s1600-h/birthday+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SYfNKL_qDII/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ub23nmIhKXI/s320/birthday+cake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298429061526850690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the birthday cake for the pretty girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SYfNpZ5LcNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/fy_FKtQBBp8/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SYfNpZ5LcNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/fy_FKtQBBp8/s320/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298429597833720018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how happy see is....Sim Hui come back, don't dream to far....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SYfOi93PQoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GGbNllhdN5A/s1600-h/wishing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SYfOi93PQoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GGbNllhdN5A/s320/wishing.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298430586741801602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im so touch and I want to thank..."; Sim Hui don't need to cry and cut the speech. After all is not an Oscar award......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SYfPNvPjCmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cHwTT4uGFXg/s1600-h/wipe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SYfPNvPjCmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cHwTT4uGFXg/s320/wipe.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298431321551604322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just mention don't cry???Oh no...she cry again...is just a celebration as friend to wish...fast wipe it...people looking lah...paiseh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SYfQA8incBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_oWVtiJXPsY/s1600-h/brothers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SYfQA8incBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_oWVtiJXPsY/s320/brothers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298432201294573586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at them....a happy ending of the celebration....one eating and one laughing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-4261382736776940956?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/4261382736776940956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=4261382736776940956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/4261382736776940956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/4261382736776940956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-sim-hui.html' title='Happy Birthday Sim Hui........'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SYfNKL_qDII/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ub23nmIhKXI/s72-c/birthday+cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-8358390696660826885</id><published>2008-11-27T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:07:14.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HappyBirthday....YeeMun</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6d92b4492c88c411" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6d92b4492c88c411%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331197775%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D611D84B732CC76BAD724F95A0934F957AE16171D.7EF54CDB51AE28D96B941D687452CBA185D2DBC5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6d92b4492c88c411%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D81sLLPMfLmGeO94YNYq-G_DX4PY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6d92b4492c88c411%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331197775%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D611D84B732CC76BAD724F95A0934F957AE16171D.7EF54CDB51AE28D96B941D687452CBA185D2DBC5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6d92b4492c88c411%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D81sLLPMfLmGeO94YNYq-G_DX4PY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the very belated wish....this video is specially made for you,although it look simple but from the background music and picture is all self make. It came from my sincere heart....HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-8358390696660826885?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6d92b4492c88c411&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/8358390696660826885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=8358390696660826885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/8358390696660826885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/8358390696660826885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2008/11/happybirthdayyeemun.html' title='HappyBirthday....YeeMun'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-5099262022306645602</id><published>2008-10-15T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:38:38.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who can win the English Premier League???</title><content type='html'>Let us look at the EPL this season......first of all, we will look at Arsenal. Arsenal have a great squad but still lack of depth, especially in midfield. Undenied that Arsene Wenger can train a youngster to play in that position just like Ebou. What Arsenal really need is a mature midfielder who can play the role of Flamini. The right person for that job is Liverpool's Xabi Alonso yet Wenger might not sign a player as Theo Walcott began to rise as a star who can employ right wing. Arsenal can win the league unless the play consistently, which the lose to Fulhum and Hull after winning big.&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool can have hope to end the dream of winning the league title if the continue the form that the are producing now. For the past, Liverpool has been performing well in cups but not league due to striker who are unable to produce goals. I can see that Torres have solve that problem but the burden on him might cause adverse effect. Liverpool will need a duplication of Torres if the wish nail down the title this season or to hope Keane to score more goals.&lt;br /&gt;Man Utd was the champion last season. The question is can they achieve the same form that they produce last season. I can see that Man Utd has solve their lack of striker problem with the signing of two striker. Everyone is eyeing on Berbatov to see whether he can live to his tag of 30million. He was good at assisting striker rather than scoring. Rooney need to be at the right time and the right position to just put the ball into the net, just like the previous Van Nisterooy. Man Utd may have a shaky start but they are being to play steadily.They stand a chance for the title if they play like last season. Ronaldo is one of the key to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea is tip as the strongest among the top 4 clubs. I suggest that they might be champion this season but the injured seems taunting Chelsea. They have a great start of the season, sitting of top of the table. Now is the mid season.....but the the top 4 clubs still struggle to show consistency and impact....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-5099262022306645602?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/5099262022306645602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=5099262022306645602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/5099262022306645602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/5099262022306645602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-can-win-english-premier-league.html' title='Who can win the English Premier League???'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-6965959684275679084</id><published>2008-10-15T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T05:50:35.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World fall, I also fall......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SPXnD6JWMjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/35PKYtA1DOw/s1600-h/_as_the_world_falls_away_by_lithp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SPXnD6JWMjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/35PKYtA1DOw/s320/_as_the_world_falls_away_by_lithp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257362194359005746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my friend call me and told me that the result is out, I was nervous and scare. Then I call my friend and help me check the result. It turn out to be my biggest nightmare and defeat. My result was superb terrible and horrible. How can this happen to me? Reason is because I wasn't giving my best for the final exam. I cant blame the exam because is hard....all this is just excuse and reason. Many people may get bad result too but should I fall when the world fall.....no, the world fall but I should still stand. I have to work extremely hard to improve my grades and cgpa. It will not be an easy fight for me as I have to change my attitude. Is a wake up call for me.....this is degree and not foundation anymore....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-6965959684275679084?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/6965959684275679084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=6965959684275679084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/6965959684275679084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/6965959684275679084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2008/10/world-fall-i-also-fall.html' title='World fall, I also fall......'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SPXnD6JWMjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/35PKYtA1DOw/s72-c/_as_the_world_falls_away_by_lithp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-7623852599844884766</id><published>2008-07-24T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:47:27.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mirror is to reflect what u hav...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SIjMNhmSEZI/AAAAAAAAADM/pl4aoNLA_nA/s1600-h/mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SIjMNhmSEZI/AAAAAAAAADM/pl4aoNLA_nA/s320/mirror.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226651900292764050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wonder what is a mirror for......to relect our look as we usually do. Last month, I was very down due to some relationship problem. It ended on a rainy day, she ask for a break up. I really struggle to let go off this relationship as i really love it. She has been a piece of jigsaw in my heart; a jigsaw puzzle won't be beautiful if missing one piece. This thing needs time to recover.....I look back to find what is the problem behind our relationship. While I was thinking, I walked to the bathroom. Then I looked into the mirror.....I realise that mirror is reflect who we are and what we have.....we may look into the mirror in different ways just as how people view us. Seriously, we hardly listen to people's advice....human nature...I saw my weakness....I should appreciate her more....we never face the problem but rather choose to ran away.....is really time for me to learn how to be humble...at least I manage to see my relationship with her in another view after things ended....learn through mistake....i had a big fall...one of biggest fall in my life....no pain no gain....Im too ignorance towards surrounding....Wake-up time for me....Is time to see the mirror and change what i should change.....Mirror....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-7623852599844884766?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/7623852599844884766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=7623852599844884766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/7623852599844884766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/7623852599844884766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2008/07/have-you-ever-wonder-what-is-mirror-for.html' title=''/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SIjMNhmSEZI/AAAAAAAAADM/pl4aoNLA_nA/s72-c/mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-5418610123570306951</id><published>2008-06-16T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:08:31.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologize.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SFcognQPxDI/AAAAAAAAADE/4gGwLWzSVRU/s1600-h/Apologize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SFcognQPxDI/AAAAAAAAADE/4gGwLWzSVRU/s320/Apologize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212679634462688306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really sorry if you got angry about last saturday that i ignore u....i did try to reject them by saying i don wan go play dota but i end up get scolded....last minute give aeroplane. Yet i manage didnt go....but football is something i don get to watch always and didnt show always....i tot u would really come at 9.30pm but u came around 10 something....i noe u were vry unhappy wif me....i call many times just hope it get through once  but my hope seems dim....hope tat shine like a light then flicker then fallout in the darkness....I hope u reply juz one msg or a miss call....my whole body is vry itchy bcuz of beer....every night cant get a good sleep...then hav to do assignment....i really wish tat u were beside me now....yesterday i dream of u forgive me...i tot is a real one but end up is a fake one after i woke up from my dreams.....u re in room yesterday or u re somewhere else???? im searching for u......forgive me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-5418610123570306951?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/5418610123570306951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=5418610123570306951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/5418610123570306951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/5418610123570306951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2008/06/apologize.html' title='Apologize.....'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SFcognQPxDI/AAAAAAAAADE/4gGwLWzSVRU/s72-c/Apologize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-5992878781145860958</id><published>2008-06-07T12:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T13:00:37.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instrument of the month, Violin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SErogPwPTSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/o4j-zvZCt5M/s1600-h/violin+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SErogPwPTSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/o4j-zvZCt5M/s320/violin+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209231559689719074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The violin is very popular, probably because it can do so many things. A violinist can play slow, sad, smooth melodies and dazzling, fast scales. The violin has a very large range. Its tone is sweet and clear, and it sounds good in solos because it can be heard easily above a big orchestra. &lt;br /&gt;You can see the major parts of the violin on this picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violins come in different sizes: full-size, which most grownups play, and half-size and quarter-size for smaller players to begin on. Sometimes they're even smaller, and even kids who are as young as three years old can find a violin that's just the right size to get their arms around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body of the violin is made of wood, and is hollow so it can vibrate to create sound. The shape of the body gives the violin its distinctive tone. The body of a full-size violin is usually about 14 inches long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SEroX8wHYXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mEy9h5cMKMk/s1600-h/violin+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SEroX8wHYXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mEy9h5cMKMk/s320/violin+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209231417149972850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neck extends out one end of the body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the neck is the fingerboard. The violinist presses the strings against the fingerboard to change their pitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four strings stretch across the body and fingerboard of the violin, from one end to the other. They are made of steel, nylon, or gut, and each is tuned to a different pitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The violin has four tuning pegs - one for each string. The upper ends of the strings are wound around these wooden pegs. They can be turned to tighten or loosen the strings, changing the pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tail piece attaches the strings to the other end of the violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get the most accurate pitch possible for each string, four fine tuners are sometimes used in addition to the tuning pegs. Fine tuners are small screws that sit at the upper end of the tail piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bridge supports the strings and transmits their vibrations to the body of the violin. It is made of wood, and is curved so that you can bow each string separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soundholes are called f-holes because of their shape. They help the body of the violin to vibrate, and help the vibrating air to escape from inside the instrument. This makes the violin sound louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chin rest is a curved cup that makes it more comfortable to hold the instrument under the chin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bow is made of horsehair attached to a rod. When the horsehair touches the strings of the violin, they vibrate, creating a pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violinists use some very fancy tricks to produce a wide variety of sounds. For instance, they might pluck the strings instead of bowing them. This is called pizzicato. Or they might play double stops, which means playing chords by bowing two strings at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The violin is important in the orchestra, but it's used in many other kinds of music, too. Sometimes composers write music for violin and piano, or for other small groups that include the violin. One important kind of music involving violins is the string quartet. A string quartet includes two violins, a viola, and a cello. Violins are also used in jazz and folk music, where they are sometimes called "fiddles." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit:http://www.playmusic.org/string/more/moreviolin.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-5992878781145860958?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/5992878781145860958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=5992878781145860958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/5992878781145860958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/5992878781145860958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2008/06/instrument-of-month-violin.html' title='Instrument of the month, Violin'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ATnLswTCI/SErogPwPTSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/o4j-zvZCt5M/s72-c/violin+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-6486797420979724336</id><published>2008-05-05T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:04:37.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Black dot on a White Paper</title><content type='html'>What is first thing usually comes to our mind when we pick a white paper with a black dot on it? We will usually cover the black dot or don't want to use it. It applies same to human life. The white paper refers to our life and the black dot refers to our the mistake in our life. The story begin this way, a boy who was in the age of 19 years old just finish his form 5 and was waiting for his SPM result. Then he quarrel with his father one day and ran out from house. He also steel his uncle's money...from that point onwards, he never return home anymore. He work at outside to earn some living. His father give a chance with condition....pay back the money to his uncle and he may continue study. He was stuborn and refuse to go back....friends did help him at the begining but not all peservere to the end...Today,his paper not only have one black dot but it almost fill up the whole paper already. Have we ever never commit any mistake or we are holy enough to look down on them. Many times, we don't stand in the view of those who commit mistake to see what they see....without that we lay our judgement on they. They can't be saved or we don't perservere long enough to save them. We do make mistakes, some might be small but others make a big one. Isn't is better to use the white paper with juz a black point rather than throw it away?&lt;br /&gt;Every clouds has its silver lining.....the hope is still there....are we helping them to grab??? They are weak enough and hunger for hope in darkness....is hard to hope for hope in a no hope situation....give yourself a chance and give the person who have once hurt you and make mistakes a chance for a better tomorrow. Life is short, why don't we live it happily....hatred will make a person tired and worn out...put judgement on them if never make a mistake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-6486797420979724336?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/6486797420979724336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=6486797420979724336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/6486797420979724336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/6486797420979724336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2008/05/black-dot-on-white-paper.html' title='A Black dot on a White Paper'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-3482971787742942792</id><published>2008-05-04T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:37:32.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints....</title><content type='html'>When I ponder back the days&lt;br /&gt;You stepped into my life&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first footprint&lt;br /&gt;You printed on our shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your footprint is liked a pen&lt;br /&gt;Laying foundation for us&lt;br /&gt;You set your footprints on the sand&lt;br /&gt;Followed by us,your students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A footprint to followed&lt;br /&gt;A person to remembered&lt;br /&gt;A contribution to appreciate&lt;br /&gt;A memory to cherish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im here to bid farewell to&lt;br /&gt;You,Puan Khoo,who had fought to teach us well&lt;br /&gt;They,teachers,had been working hard and cooperative&lt;br /&gt;Us,SMJK Union,have scale greater heights under your tutelage&lt;br /&gt;Together,we create history that last for ages...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-3482971787742942792?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/3482971787742942792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=3482971787742942792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/3482971787742942792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/3482971787742942792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2008/05/footprints.html' title='Footprints....'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-398001284058694136</id><published>2008-02-03T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T20:27:42.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>she........</title><content type='html'>It was a lecturer....a pretty one but age difference....i went on to the ice breaking while my heart carry the hope of finding my juliet....hope is dim yet I won't give up.....The ice breaking ended, I said to myself, why so little girls join only....a waste of time, I grumble...I walk back to my house nearby to my university.....I went home lying on a sofa while Im feeling very tired. Suddenly, I heard a loud scream from the kitchen. Am I hearing the wrong voice or is just a day dream....I pinch myself and it hurts. "Is a girl's scream", I say....feeling scare and shock while walking towards the kitchen. I saw a small mice on the floor and a girl standing on the chair. I help her to chase off the mice and begin to think, this house is cater only for boys and why there is a girl in here? No one can answer me except her. I fetch a glass of water for her while to calm her down. I asked why are you here?......[to be continue]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-398001284058694136?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/398001284058694136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=398001284058694136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/398001284058694136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/398001284058694136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2008/02/she.html' title='she........'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-6838136050333007387</id><published>2008-02-03T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T20:14:01.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charmaine, The Girl</title><content type='html'>Charmaine is the girl whom I knew around approximately 6 months ago. We are in the same university and taking the same course. I started to get closer to her through messenger then I found out that she was a nice and cheerful girl to mix. I remember she say Kenneth, one of my college mate cute but undeniedable Kenneth was funny rather than cute. She look normal but doesn't belong to the pretty side. I can see her beauty that shine from her inside, her nature or the kindness and smile that she give to everyone she met.&lt;br /&gt;I had feeling for her......she became part of me as time passed.....the feeling grows stronger as I know her longer. Yes, she the girl that I love....she is more than a words could describe.....beautiful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-6838136050333007387?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/6838136050333007387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=6838136050333007387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/6838136050333007387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/6838136050333007387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2008/02/charmaine-girl.html' title='Charmaine, The Girl'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-5781991787393124673</id><published>2008-01-31T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T19:14:03.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Orchestra</title><content type='html'>Time really fly fast.....too fast enough for me to catch a breath. Friday is the day I make music from the pair of hands I have. Previously, I really don't like Friday cuz is music making day. People don't appreciate what they tend to have, am I right? Friday is the day where I have to go for orchestra practise but now no more.....&lt;br /&gt;        I still remember the days when I was part of it...don't like to practise...why practise and practise....but it was one of the moment I cherish...I begin joining orchestra at the age of 10 or 11....During that hour, I never knew what orchestra about. Just sit and play whenever ask to play. Boring isn't it??Yet the part I love most is during performance....people paid to watch you play.....I'll never have this opportunity if I didn't play in groups.&lt;br /&gt;        Then I change from violin to viola because viola lack of players and teacher ask me to changed. I get the change to got promote from Penang Junior to Penang Symphony....what an honour. It was another dream that come true. Seriously, I never thought that I would be part of Penang Symphony one day. It was a great orchestra to venture with.&lt;br /&gt;        From there I started to grow as player although knowing myself is weak yet I really wish can achieved something one day. I do practise hard but can't improve, maybe lack of music cell.....Together with them I play numerous piece that I really enjoy playing. I thought this will be a full stop for me. Yet much greater opportunity came, dream of the life time. Playing at the Dewan Malaysian Philharmonic was a dream of the life time as a player.&lt;br /&gt;        My teacher was forming a Chamber Orchestra, he said that he would give me a try. I practise hard in order to stay in the team though Im still weak compare to the others. Im saying to myself, take the challange or leave it. I went for every practise and sometimes only 1 people from my section came. Really scare me off.....to the others, performing at the Dewan Philharmonic maybe just a normal thing but to me it is a golden opportunity that never come twice again. Thanks to my teacher, Mr Woon.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-5781991787393124673?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/5781991787393124673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=5781991787393124673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/5781991787393124673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/5781991787393124673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-orchestra.html' title='My Orchestra'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-5219643113501439625</id><published>2008-01-31T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T18:50:02.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>she........</title><content type='html'>I had remember her.......it was started at college.....I said to myself, college life means life of freedom....this the moment Im waititng for, free from my parents' control.....As usual, I took part in the ice breaking section to see whether Im able to bang on some pretty girls.....while i was walking along my way to the hall.....i accidentally bang on someone. She drop her file....didnt I meantion "she",I help her to pick up and thought that this an oppurtunity for me. Oh no.......it is a he not a she.....his long hair confused me. What a mess i?? I got shock and slowly stroll off. The hall was not pack with people....only few would come for the ice breaking....I feel like a stranger to the enviroment....I shouted in my heart, can someone speak english......A voice came from behind greet me in english...."Is a her....not a man...at last someone speak english," i said. Then I turn and reponse......"what????"...I shouted in my heart....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-5219643113501439625?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/5219643113501439625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=5219643113501439625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/5219643113501439625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/5219643113501439625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2008/01/she_31.html' title='she........'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-3751410157798293353</id><published>2008-01-30T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:44:04.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.....right or wrong???</title><content type='html'>Who in this world can really determine love is right or wrong......no one can....is not wrong to love someone but do have some limit. Rules are mean to be break but there are some lines you can't cross. My fren have once face some love problem.....he love a girl that shouldn't being love....because she had a boyfriend......everyone put their judgement on him...saying that he was wrong....did he really make a mistake by loving that girl....I don't think so.....we can't control who we want to love, am i right???But he must know where to stop.....rather than stepping deeper into it.....he manage to pull off after some while..after all love is a basic need.....can we really determine love is right or wrong???For me there is no answer.....what about you???pls leave ur comment after reading....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-3751410157798293353?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/3751410157798293353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=3751410157798293353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/3751410157798293353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/3751410157798293353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2008/01/loveright-or-wrong.html' title='Love.....right or wrong???'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-4498806573111220257</id><published>2008-01-30T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:32:16.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>she........</title><content type='html'>As day past by, her importance grew more and more in my life.......she did a lot for me yet i can't do much for her.....Her beauty of her face crafted deeply in mine heart and her voice sank deep in mine heart.......all i can do is give her a shoulder to lie on.....i really wish i can do more for her......every morning i woke up, seeing the beauty of sunlight makes me think of her....she works hard.....i can feel it from her hand....Her hand whisper softly to me about how hardworking she is......Of yes...i can see from the lines her hand got.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-4498806573111220257?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/4498806573111220257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=4498806573111220257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/4498806573111220257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/4498806573111220257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2008/01/she.html' title='she........'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-5294415240631097218</id><published>2008-01-30T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:23:40.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Christ Save Us????</title><content type='html'>I started to think of this question during one afternoon. Why Christ Save Us???He as Son of God can choose not to obey and leave us as a sinners. It was say in the bible, "No one can come to My Father(God) except through Me(Jesus)". Yes, indeed Jesus have make a bridge that connect between God and us. It was us who crucified Him on the cross yet it was Him who die for us. His sacrified is not merely to save us but to show us HE LOVE US....I have watch before the movie Passion Of Christ. The movie feature the moment before Jesus died and after He was hang on the cross. Get one if you haven't watch.....I weep while I was watching the movie. He come to the earth as human just to die for us....He choose to die for us....who are we who deserve all this???The stripes and insultattion that He bears upon the cross is for us. Christ came not only to save us but also give us love,comfort and compension. I can tell you all that Jesus really love us....I have try it before and now is your turn...come and taste and see. Is the sweetest I ever taste.....He is the answer to everything...for He say,"ask and it shall be given, seek and you shall find, knock and it shall be open unto you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FOREVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                 JESUS LOVE YOU AND ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Song title:Above All&lt;br /&gt;                              chorus: Crucified, laid behind a stone&lt;br /&gt;                                            You live to die&lt;br /&gt;                                            Desserted and alone&lt;br /&gt;                                            Like a rose&lt;br /&gt;                                            Trampled on the ground&lt;br /&gt;                                            You took the fall and thought of me&lt;br /&gt;                                            Above all.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-5294415240631097218?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/5294415240631097218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=5294415240631097218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/5294415240631097218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/5294415240631097218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-christ-save-us.html' title='Why Christ Save Us????'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-784007285633437247</id><published>2008-01-28T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:52:45.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "technology"</title><content type='html'>Now we are living in the world that is changing so fast, the question is :Are we able to cope with it???We cannot denied that we now as human seldom depend on other but more techonolgy now, our relationship is getting estrange. Do speak to your neighbour often?When we were ten years back, our relationship were close. The heart to help and build each other is there. Look at today society....the "modern" society become much ignorant toward surrounding. I flip through the newspaper and saw most of the news about crime. Not police being not effective but is us the society become self-center and ignorant. Technolgy has take control of us......what if today we don't have a computer at home.....i really can't think of the consequences . We are use have a minimal of technolgy beside us. Technology can help us prevent crime but in the same time it increases the crime rate. World become borderless with the advance of technology.....we don't have privacy anymore. People who can't move with the technology loss their job. Yes, we have the big appetiate for technology but are we able to digest it. Start to notice the people beside you and care about them......technology has once bring us up but it has also bring our relationship down......care for the society......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-784007285633437247?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/784007285633437247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=784007285633437247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/784007285633437247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/784007285633437247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2008/01/technology.html' title='The &quot;technology&quot;'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-6398573407261414726</id><published>2007-12-29T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:24:31.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A seed to sow, not a fruit to gain</title><content type='html'>This afternoon, I looked out the window and saw a big tree. Then a thought came to my mind, floating on it for sometime. It was 7 months back, I was deciding whether to leave my home for UTAR or continue for form 6. Both looks beneficial to me but the path UTAR will have more storms to face. After taking some time to considered, I choose UTAR; knowing that a path ahead of me is full of trials and tribulation for me to face. New friend, shelter, food and many more, I have to begin everthing for for the start. Yet is challenge that I look forward to fought with.&lt;br /&gt;I bring my naive thinking into this urban area without considering anymore. Since my arrival, I have change a lot of friends. We are not as good as previous because we seldom meet and the places that we stay are different. A seed to sow, not a fruit to gain; means that you don't always get what you expect although you have put in effort. I begin semester 2 with a different person,  someone hope I can get the CGPA of 3.8 yet I cant promise her because I know I can't make it. I had even try during my mid term exam; putting all my effort in most of the exam, hoping to gain better grade still I failed. I don't wish to tell her because I don't want to disappoint her.&lt;br /&gt;I lack memory to memorise although I can't understand a lesson quickly. I put a lot of effort but is not the result I wish to get but i didn't blame her because she does it for my benefit. Life is like this, trying your best is enough. Never blame nor feel sad when you get a bad result at the end of the day. Remember a seed to sow, not a fruit to gain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-6398573407261414726?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/6398573407261414726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=6398573407261414726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/6398573407261414726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/6398573407261414726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2007/12/seed-to-sow-not-fruit-to-gain.html' title='A seed to sow, not a fruit to gain'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883792839114433424.post-1656301985135526712</id><published>2007-12-29T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T10:08:39.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A journey to change......</title><content type='html'>I have been in petaling jaya for more than half years. Time really flies in just a wink. Staying in here is really a different culture for me, speaking a language that I seldom use or learn is hard for me. Being new in an island that is surround by sea, I feel tired wandering and scouting around. Yet, I found a good friendship to cherish. Thanks to TA4......now Im not a stranger to the island anymore, I already knew the way around the island. Began to feel that it's a beautiful to live in. Im not going to stay here long......I wish to explore more before I move on to Kampar. It really crafted a sweet memory in mine heart. I found a partner who I appreciate to walk with me and move on to a new island. I have change a lot after exploring and notice the world is huge, still there is a lot for me to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6883792839114433424-1656301985135526712?l=nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/feeds/1656301985135526712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6883792839114433424&amp;postID=1656301985135526712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/1656301985135526712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6883792839114433424/posts/default/1656301985135526712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikolaz-nicholas.blogspot.com/2007/12/journey-to-change.html' title='A journey to change......'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15640479998115672342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
