<?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-5611262484465068605</id><updated>2011-08-01T12:40:42.477-07:00</updated><category term='perceptions'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='memories'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='girls'/><category term='guys'/><category term='trash talk'/><category term='food'/><category term='common sense'/><category term='religion'/><category term='$$$'/><category term='humour'/><category term='garbage more garbage and even more garbage'/><category term='faith'/><category term='superstitions'/><category term='paintball'/><category term='love'/><category term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Its just a matter of perception....and a bit more!</title><subtitle type='html'>www.sitbackandenjoymybrainstewcookedintendifferentways.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-3683775208871290160</id><published>2010-02-26T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T04:20:39.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doomsday? 2012? Rightttt.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Oh great! Its raining cats dogs cows donkeys monkeys out there and I'm stuck in the office!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I mumble these words to myself as the world out there turns into a blender with blades of rain. Its pretty amazing how rain used to be like 10 years ago. What we're probably looking here is starting to shape up like the storms we digitally witnessed in movies like The Day After Tomorrow and 2012......tho i don't actually believe that the world will actually end in 2012. I found interest to share on this topic after one of the pastors from the church i attended started speaking about this, which kept me paying so much attention that i even remember the funny expressions made on this face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So you may ask, what made movies like that such a big hit? Well, believe it or not, its pretty similar to why people visit fortune tellers and tarot card readers today. Yes, you guessed it. They predict the future for you. After all, doesn't movies like that tell you a lot of what is about to come? Maybe not so much to believe in with The Day After Tomorrow but it becomes more and more convincing with different ideas coming up. So here's what i believe in. No i don't think the world will end in 2012. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sure many Christians who watched this movie started to question, what does the bible truly say about 2012 being the end of the world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In Matthew 24:3, Jesus was asked about the sign of His coming and the end of this age. He gave prophecies of many events to happen before His return. He said there would be religious deception, wars and rumors of wars, famines, disease epidemics and earthquakes, all leading to a time of Great Tribulation when mankind would be on the verge of destroying all life on the earth if the time wasn't cut short as stated in verse 21 and 22. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;While Jesus gave His disciples signs to watch for that indicated His return, He stated clearly that no one knows the exact date except His Father which explains it pretty well. Now i have came across some people believe that the world will end in 2012, to the extent of selling off their million dollar businesses to plan for an early retirement, neglecting every single given responsibility as a parent, a child and an individual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Bible does not tell us the date Jesus Christ will return to save humanity from destroying ourselves but it does promise that Christ will return and set up a government that will bring peace and prosperity to this earth. In the meantime God doesn't ask us to explore the intricacies of ancient Mayan calendars. Matter of fact, i think its pure stupidity to continue to seek when the world will end. Here take a look at this and enjoy reading over&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bible.ca/pre-date-setters.htm"&gt; 200 PHAILED DOOMSDAY PREDICTION&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, with some even falsifying God's word. Firstly, we're literally being dumb and sad, counting down the life that God blessed us with. Secondly, w&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-size: small; font-family: arial; "&gt;e're merely looking for trouble as God himself has already promised that He will be faithful to those faithful to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So what are we gonna do about life knowing that some of our friends or even relatives have drowned so much in the belief that doomsday is in 2012? My answer is this, continue to prepare for the Day of the Lord as it has already been said, "Therefore you also be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect". God does not only want us to trust and have faith in Him JUST BECAUSE doomsday is coming, but i know for a fact that God wants us to know that He loves us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In short, i believe many lives will change in 2012. Believe me or not, my faith in God stands that my life will end at the day he decides to end it. Could i ever be wrong? No...when 2012 comes, you will see... I'm ready to spend my 21st Christmas thanking and praising God on the 25th December 2012. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words shall not pass away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But of that day and hour no one knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, not even the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but the Father alone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Mathew 24:35-36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-3683775208871290160?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/3683775208871290160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2010/02/doomsday-2012-rightttt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/3683775208871290160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/3683775208871290160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2010/02/doomsday-2012-rightttt.html' title='Doomsday? 2012? Rightttt.....'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-7016417618028282616</id><published>2010-02-17T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T00:27:41.173-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='$$$'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paintball'/><title type='text'>REVIEWS : Dye Weekender 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/S3z28ecVxXI/AAAAAAAABMc/FNs9C-n0NUc/s1600-h/DYE+WEEKENDER+08+WHITE+BACKGROUND.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 390px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/S3z28ecVxXI/AAAAAAAABMc/FNs9C-n0NUc/s400/DYE+WEEKENDER+08+WHITE+BACKGROUND.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439493968781231474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Compare this bag to the previous weekender. New looks, new concept, new charms. When i first saw this bag, i completely fell in love with it. The idea of adding wheels to this baby was really a smart idea especially having people like me who travel a lot. I think its a brilliant bag that can be used daily. With so many pockets and compartments, you can literally drown yourself in it. The design of this bag walks tall with an elegant touch of craftsmanship. With such a sleeky look, i rate it as by far one of the best looking luggage bags ever created by any paintball company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pros : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Elegant and sleeky design&lt;br /&gt;- Very solid "chassis"&lt;br /&gt;- Innovative and loads of pockets + compartments&lt;br /&gt;- Very spacious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However....*jeng jeng jeng*, i came across a major downturn of such a brilliant looking bag. The quality. Having paid over RM 300 for this bag, i was expecting to get what i paid for especially in terms of quality. Sad enough, the bag ripped itself within 3 months of using it. I came to know, the fabric used to make this bag is really crappy. Its the kind of fabric that will never withstand the weight of your paintball gear. Don't get me wrong. I didn't need to fill this bag to the brim, let alone with any sharp items to see it rip. The quality of this bag is really unquestionably bad and i certainly hope DYE Precision will make an effort to further rectify this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cons : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bad quality&lt;br /&gt;- Again, bad quality&lt;br /&gt;- The frigging price tag!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion? Its a very expensive bag that breaks. Common sense tells you whether to buy it or not. Unless you wanna buy this bag as a collectible, forget getting this. It will tear before your eyes and rip a hole in your pocket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-7016417618028282616?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/7016417618028282616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2010/02/reviews-dye-weekender-08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/7016417618028282616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/7016417618028282616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2010/02/reviews-dye-weekender-08.html' title='REVIEWS : Dye Weekender 08'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/S3z28ecVxXI/AAAAAAAABMc/FNs9C-n0NUc/s72-c/DYE+WEEKENDER+08+WHITE+BACKGROUND.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-4485544946407380852</id><published>2010-02-15T20:47:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:58:03.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Starbucks Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/S3olddkZYaI/AAAAAAAABMQ/w5FQ3ul1EiM/s1600-h/1220335865-59584_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/S3olddkZYaI/AAAAAAAABMQ/w5FQ3ul1EiM/s400/1220335865-59584_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438700688087015842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As I look back a year from where I was, I remember myself being together with a dedicated team of baristas, serving the very best coffee you can ever get at Starbucks. Reflecting upon my memories of working there, one thing I will certainly miss most would be the time I spent learning how to use the machine called the “&lt;b&gt;Verismo&lt;/b&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So you may ask, did you enjoy working there? Frankly, it’s a both a yes and a no. Now its not like I hate Starbucks or have anything against it but I guess personally for me, I just wasn’t prepared to spend my whole day from 9 to 6 serving and cleaning after people. I came to realize that it’s what you do being in the F&amp;amp;B line and it just didn’t suit me well as I could never handle repetitive work with a schedule that repeats itself. However, I guess God truly placed me there for a reason and it certainly paid off well especially after recalling going up to mom one day saying, “Mummy, I’d like to work in a hotel and finally manage it one day.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mom countered with capital &lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;-uestions like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;“Are you ready to work when people are on holiday?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;“Are you ready to spend long hours serving people?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Obviously when you’re so into the idea of wanting something, every question against it would seem hostile as we retaliate and make statements like, “No you don’t understand!!” but it seems more real now as I’ve been through it. So kids, listen to mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don’t get me wrong. I certainly did enjoy my time at Starbucks as well. It’s not very often that you get to be part of an organization that every child dreams of being in. Okay I’ll be honest. I dreamt of working with McDonalds when I was a kid because of the “cool” stuff you did but hey, Starbucks ain’t that bad too you know. I think the whole idea of making your own coffee was awesome, let alone customizing it at whichever way you’d never dream of doing as an ordinary guest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, being able study the secrets that are unseen to the naked eye like the magical combinations of certain flavors are just splendid. Okay okay, I was prolly exaggerating there. They’re not exactly secrets as I’m not revealing anything that I’m not supposed to but it’s something that any coffee lover can just walk in and experience. Take for example the mouth watering combination of the House Blend with the Blueberry Cheese Muffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What more? Well, the kind of people you meet while working. I was fortunate and blessed to be offered a spot at the Great Eastern Mall outlet which gave me a great experience communicating with people of various nationalities who regularly visit the outlet I work in, with Koreans and Brits to name a few. It has come to a point where I even learned to greet my fellow Korean customers in their native language!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I believe every individual should give it a shot working at Starbucks regardless of whether you enjoy serving people or not. I learned a lot of true values while working there and although I hated the labor work that I am put through as part of my job, the values gained seemed eventually priceless. After all, an experience with Starbucks will genuinely put a golden star on your resume. I came to know a handful of people who had certain advantages in applying for a job over people who didn’t. Whether you survive or not will be a different story but nothing beats the opportunity that grants you strides over others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-4485544946407380852?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/4485544946407380852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-i-look-back-year-from-where-i-was-i_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/4485544946407380852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/4485544946407380852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-i-look-back-year-from-where-i-was-i_15.html' title='My Starbucks Experience'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/S3olddkZYaI/AAAAAAAABMQ/w5FQ3ul1EiM/s72-c/1220335865-59584_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-4745412405807889110</id><published>2010-01-28T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:34:50.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nat Law's Tesimonial a.k.a My 5am Homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/S2GSvzP5vBI/AAAAAAAABMA/a_z_PVLuusE/s400/nat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431783975493942290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By special request, I was asked to write my own perception towards a very good friend of mine. I got this request at 5.21am this morning and my mind instantly questioned, “who’s this orang gila who texted me a 3 page long text this hour.” That mad person turned out to be Natalie Law Wen Ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So when a name like Natalie comes up, it’s always Nat Law that comes to mind. Why is that so? Being a friend who has always been there for me, even to the extent of being lifeless with me till 2am playing MSN Uno, there are no words that can describe of how precious of a friend she is to me. Friends are easy to come by, but good friends like these are rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Let’s turn back the clock to June 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My first impressions of Nat Law walking down the HELP University’s corridor were pretty straightforward. “Stay away. I bite.” Well, yes she does have that look planted on her face especially knowing someone who has a bad-ass attitude that looks like her. A look that tells you she’s not someone to mess around with. So obviously I tried to stay out of trouble by avoiding any means of possible contact until one fine day, my friends and I actually had lunch with her and we happened to sit at the same table. Now let me clarify something here. I didn’t know she was pretty good friends with my friends until that day so please don’t get an impression that she’s some sort of sucked up person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So it was that lunch time at Ali Maju which totally changed my impression towards her. And the best part was, she isn’t the person I thought she was. Till today, I continuously challenge myself not to be prejudice towards people and time and time again, I’m completely surprised against my own perceptions. I guess knowing Nat Law made me learn a lot in life and that is to not judge one by its cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If there’s one word that I could use to describe Nat, it would be FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;riendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;npredictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;atalie Law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Why FRIENDLY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Does the word explain itself in whole? After all, she said hi before me so I must be pretty embarrassed of having lost out to a girl in striking a conversation. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Why UNPREDICTABLE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nat Law does the most unpredictable and random things. It’s the trait that makes her so lovable. Who likes boring people anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Why NATALIE LAW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It’s because it’s THE NATALIE LAW. I can’t imagine ever coming across another Natalie Law that is like her and really, a very unique person. I have never come across a girl who voluntarily come up to me and ask,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;“When can I go into the paintball field and take photographs in the middle of a game?” I just think it’s really interesting to know she’s someone that is so versatile in life, someone who hardly complains about things and is ready to put others before herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So what’s the best way to conclude this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Get THE NATALIE LAW today! For only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9.95, she’s yours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*hehe* I’m kidding. Having Nat Law as a friend is perhaps one of the best things I’ve ever had in life and I’m really glad to be surrounded by a loving group of friends (yes people, you know who you are). All made and assembled in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ELP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;atriculation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;entre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-4745412405807889110?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/4745412405807889110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2010/01/nat-laws-tesimonial-aka-my-5am-homework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/4745412405807889110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/4745412405807889110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2010/01/nat-laws-tesimonial-aka-my-5am-homework.html' title='Nat Law&apos;s Tesimonial a.k.a My 5am Homework'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/S2GSvzP5vBI/AAAAAAAABMA/a_z_PVLuusE/s72-c/nat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-6087198253917172655</id><published>2010-01-12T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:57:38.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perceptions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='common sense'/><title type='text'>#2 Rant! Don't blame the toilet bowl when you can't shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Friday, quite a number of churches were burnt to the ground over some dispute about.....(yes you know what i'm talking about here.), leaving the 8th church yesterday as the latest victim. Still wondering what i'm talking about? Here, read up on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malaysiakini.com/"&gt;Malaysia Kini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; website. Now a lot of people came up to me asking, "are you angry at the Muslims for doing this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me repeat the question that i was brought to by many, &lt;strong&gt;"are you angry at the Muslims for doing this?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My question in return is this, &lt;strong&gt;"why should i be angry at them?"&lt;/strong&gt; I am not writing this to be conventional with my answers about what people think towards one another's race, religion and even skin colour. I'm just sharing my views in the most simple ways, implying a lot of common sense along the way. Frankly, i don't see how the Muslims, Malays or even God should be hated for this. Let yourself be reminded that the people responsible for this arson are individuals and not by religion or what not. Henceforth, the Muslims should not be even brought up in the topic of hatred. So you know, i have a lot of Muslim / Malay friends and i don't see how it becomes fair if they were to be hated for what they didn't do. As some of you may think I'm defending the Muslims, its merely common sense that should tell you who's to blame in this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why? Well, see for yourself. It is pretty obvious that these attacks were done by individuals who do not share the same views towards the decision made, full stop. Set aside any points of religion or race. Its just a mere disagreement. Take a look at the peaceful protests held around the country. Wait... I'm sorry did you say peaceful? Peaceful... Rightttt... I don't see how chating words of anger against something you're against being labelled as peaceful. Its caught on tape, showed in the news screen nationwide. Its just another excuse to use the word peaceful to show your displeasure or even to cause trouble. Let's be real people. Compare this to the religious extremism in the Middle East. People are even going to the ultimate extend of killing in the name of religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have a moment to think for yourself. Do you think God created you to kill yourself for Him? If He did, He wouldn't have needed to send His only son to die for you on the cross to save you from sin. Only the devil tells you to do against God's will. (No he doesn't deserve a CAPITAL D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Secondly, does it make any sense for one to kill others with the excuse of martyrdom? After all, God can kill anyone whom He wishes, and get the job done literally a gazellion times way better than using you, so again, does it make sense to kill others by killing yourself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lastly, back to question one, do you think God created you for fun? Well FYI, you were created for a reason and at a cost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Conclusively, it brings to show that people who commit such acts are people who are being picky with what they choose to believe in, neglecting the true values of what their religion actually teaches them. Same goes to corrupted priests and pastors that STEAL money using religion. Now its pretty clear that the world is swarming with dumb people who use religion to get what they want, which i think its really, and i mean really foolish. Blaming a person's religion, race or even nationality over an individual's mistake is by far the biggest, what not the lamest excuse ever. Again, i revive the title of today's post, &lt;strong&gt;"do you blame the toilet bowl when you can't shit?"&lt;/strong&gt; Realistically, if you ever blame one's religion, race or even nationality for AN INDIVIDUAL's mistake, you're literally blaming the toilet bowl for your constipation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since this is a pretty hot topic nationwide, do share your views. Have a nice day. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-6087198253917172655?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/6087198253917172655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-rant-dont-blame-toilet-bowl-when-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/6087198253917172655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/6087198253917172655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-rant-dont-blame-toilet-bowl-when-you.html' title='#2 Rant! Don&apos;t blame the toilet bowl when you can&apos;t shit.'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-2039837857094831576</id><published>2010-01-08T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T19:42:01.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perceptions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>A Question Of Perception</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Expectations, virtually the most notable killer amoing our lives today. Undoubtedly, we jump with joy when expectations are fulfilled, but why do we continue to crumble when we fall short upon the expectations we set upon ourselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;That brings me to question my own personal principle. Minimize the expectation you daily set upon yourself so that you may be able to fully dissolve in the joyfulness of life by having a more humble mentality, thus, putting others ahead of yourself. Now we as individuals want to achieve success and joy, but wouldn't that be impossible to achieve about expectations set in our life to the extend that it revolves only around us? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It then came to mind that without expectations, we stand as individuals who has achieved nothing. A new employee instantly becomes a robot, making the same thing through the same way, with the same results. A relationship becomes a daily routine of stagnant emotions. Life becomes merely a daily "eat, shit and sleep" routine. A life with no goals, no objectives but "going with the flow". In short, where does this bring us? Nowhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even as i face my daily struggles and joys, i still continue to ponder over the expectations and goals that i have set in life. Let it be through my relationships, personal goals, or even my lifestyle, they're all still decisions that lead up to an expectation. I question myself this one very thing, how can there not be expectations when they are the stepping stones that direct me in life? I stand from where i am today about the decisions made in life and i still wonder if certain decisions made were the right ones. Success and disappointments add up to a question that continuously ring within the four walls of my mind to the extend of having words beyond by right frame of mind to describe the difficulties of having a vision that can be shared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;In the end, i wonder whether if its just me or are world bounded by indecisiveness an false hope? Perhaps that truly explains my daily struggles of choosing to be the odd one out and daring to be different. Wil i eventually prevail from this choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Only time will tell....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-2039837857094831576?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/2039837857094831576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2010/01/question-of-perception.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/2039837857094831576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/2039837857094831576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2010/01/question-of-perception.html' title='A Question Of Perception'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-6290843314803099322</id><published>2010-01-06T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:40:57.987-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trash talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perceptions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>#1 Rant! Share Your Views!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ah...finally some time to rant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with much time to spare this morning, i decided to go blog hunting and popping by one of my kakak's blog would be obviously part of my routine (yeah i have to do that or she'll never have a reason to visit my blog =P). as i was reading her latest post entitled, &lt;strong&gt;#273 Hate, &lt;/strong&gt;i came across a quote that spoke a lot about what we face in this 21st century. Dila Ariff was describing about how someone was talking about this girl who had feelings for him despite her having a boyfriend, thus, leading to his insecurity about the next step which was to either proceed or retreat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's the first line i'd like to quote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"then he was going on and on about how if you don't add gasoline to the fire, then the fire will eventually die off or something along those lines."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So what's my conclusive answer to that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you gonna continue hitting on someone's girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think its morally correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i came to realize this about the world we live in today. As portayed in TV shows and movies of the riches of Hollywood, people define &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; as sleeping around and trying people out to find the right one. After all, they just justifying their mistakes by saying, you never try, you never know. So if humanity was made to be that way, would it also mean that breaking hearts of one another be part of finding the right thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's the second quote,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then he was telling me how humans are always not satisfied of the things they already have, which i agree, completely. then he said, "so, we'll always go on looking and not be satisfied until we find the right one!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have to agree about how humans can never be satisfied about the things that they have. But then again, we're given the power to make decisions over what we want and what we need right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So ultimately, should we have a sense of self control towards ourselves as individuals? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think, yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Leaving a girl for a hotter girl its stupid. Leaving a guy for a hotter guy is stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As an individual, i am daily challenged by pressure of knowing people who do things that it becomes somewhat a routine to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Habits like smoking, alcoholism, adultery are simple examples of what has become a normal today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And the only thing that stops me from doing it is......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daring to be different......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-6290843314803099322?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/6290843314803099322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2010/01/1-rant-share-your-views.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/6290843314803099322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/6290843314803099322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2010/01/1-rant-share-your-views.html' title='#1 Rant! Share Your Views!'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-8535571834354227662</id><published>2010-01-06T05:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:22:13.622-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perceptions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>2010 : A New Beginning (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As most of you may be wondering.....and wishing....and praying....and hoping, PART 2 is finally here. Upon reflecting my life leading into the new year, i see that so many things have changed, not for the worst, but so much for the better. It started off with an awesome time at home on new year's eve with my family, spending quiet time leading towards midnight thanking God for these 18 awesome years of life with songs of praise and worship. Somehow New Year's Day wasn't so much about parties after parties but more of a quiet time to focus on how i would like to start the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I came to see things in a whole new perspective. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I came to accept faults and troubles brought upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I came to realize that the life given to us isn't a life of remorse and misery.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I came to see how much God loves us by speaking through people and experiences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I came to accept that my foes are not meant to be hated but to be forgiven,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I came to accept that there's life is a living hell without God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I came to realize that pride will do nothing but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;kill us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I came to accept God does not owe it to me that I am alive today,&lt;br /&gt;but I owe everything to him for the unconditional, forgiving and everlasting love that He's given to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've got a bit of a story to share.&lt;br /&gt;I headed to the bank outside my office after work at about 6.30 as i had some banking to do, and so you know, traffic at Damansara Uptown during this hour is madness. Knowing how predictable Malaysian traffic becomes, i decided to take my own tiny little sweet time to get my banking done as i knew the bus wasn't gonna be here on time. Matter of fact, the bus only arrived at like 7.45pm so i practically waited there for almost an hour. As i was making my way to the bank, there was a malay lady sitting on the steps right by the bank entrance and she said, "adik, beli satu adik." She was selling packed cashew nuts in a basket. I just replied by saying, "its alright kak. thanks." So as i got on and completed my banking, i walked out of the bank and the lady called me again but i just ignored her and walked towards the main road to wait for the bus. Frankly, I found the price extremely ridiculous as it costed 2 bucks for a pack of cashew nuts barely the size of a pack of tissue paper. As i was walking, i asked God, "Lord, what do i do?". I walked around in circles for awhile, and God just answered me. "Nick, my point is this. Its not always about you. Its not about whether you want to eat the cashew nuts or not. Its a matter of buying it from her so help her. Make this effort to help her will you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing it was God speaking to me, i decided to listen and i bought a pack from her . Obviously she insisted on me buying more but i just told her, "kakak, saya beli ni nak tolong kakak ya". I passed her the money and walked away, drowning in thoughts of whatdidyouthinkyouweredoing and God, i hope i did the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as i walked off, i was still unsure about whether what i just did was right or not, so instantly i appeared in front of Starbucks Coffee and i was tempted to get one especially after knowing how good they are from my experience of working with the niche coffee house once. Now that really cemented God's point in my head, "so if you think you deserve Starbucks, why didn't you buy another packet of cashew nuts from her?". So i walked off...... Now it brings to show that life isn't all about us but also about others as well. What's the point of being rich in finances but poor in humility?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/S0SqLwAux6I/AAAAAAAABL4/BCq6zT7ME9A/s1600-h/elletan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess this wraps up another wordy post as most people describe my blog but..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm sorry i just can't help it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-8535571834354227662?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/8535571834354227662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-new-beginning-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/8535571834354227662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/8535571834354227662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-new-beginning-part-2.html' title='2010 : A New Beginning (Part 2)'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-5625278988921942373</id><published>2009-12-28T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T07:41:20.053-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perceptions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Greatest Christmas Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SzjQ35v_pTI/AAAAAAAABLY/qdlScLgk3_8/s1600-h/christmas-gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 374px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SzjQ35v_pTI/AAAAAAAABLY/qdlScLgk3_8/s400/christmas-gift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420311810353898802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So what you do look for in an occasion for it to qualify in your list of "bests"? Late nights? Loud music? Great company? Awesome atmosphere? Well, for me it came as different realization that its not just a matter of celebration but its a matter of mending broken bridges and it truly reflected the true meaning of Christmas and i experienced the most joyful yet meaningful time of my life. Its one Christmas that truly reflected God's grace and forgiveness upon my life that really changed so many things. At one point, when all hope seemed lost, God redeemed me from my past and failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I speak of the horrifying argument which occurred between my mother and i over 2 months ago which was so devastating that it was equivalent to splitting 2 nations apart. We never spoke, never asked about each other and not to mention the extinction of a mother and son relationship. And so our hiatus of a mother and son relationship began. Times were hard for the both of us. Things were so volatile that given an opportunity, we could fire off 20 things we hated about each other without even thinking. We would fight every tooth and nail just to get our point across, but in reality, we were just justifying our mistakes. Off she went, getting on with life while i headed away to a different direction like a headless chicken , not knowing what to do or expect in life. I probably didn't fall as hard as before, but it was hard enough for me to realize that God has been calling out to me since my fall from grace in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God's calling for me began in early December when a friend of mine popped up to me via Windows Live, insisting that i go for the 2009 Narrowstreet Camp. My conscience told me tnot to go as i was broke, and the last thing i needed to do was to dig an extra debt hole, which i was pretty sick of doing. However, i felt God spoke to me asking, "Nick, how long do you wish to continue living without a cause?" So i decided, "okayy God, if you really wish for me to be there, I'll go. I well and truly need your help financially so i'm counting on you to help me here." So hours later, i told my friend i was keen on going but i needed his help. Before even finishing my sentence, he came back to me saying, "Nick, just come, i'll pay for you. You can pay me back once you're financially stable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many of you may soon ask, "so how did your experience at camp make a difference in your life today?" Before camp, my life was totally a mess. My relationship with my parents were deteriorating like a dead plant.  I sensed no hope before me but endless misery and trials to come. I fell into a drain of crisis. I didn't know who i was anymore. I looked into the mirror and saw everyone's face but my own. I soon came to question, WHO AM I? So now, what difference did the experience there make in my life? One word explains it all, HOPE. Now its not all about the camp, nor the friends or even the fun, but its about responding to God's calling. Its about killing your own pride to know what are your weaknesses and to not be afraid to cry out to God about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even as i wrap up my testimony of 2009, i wish to continue to walk with Him and seek the Truth. Its nothing fanatical as i believe God is real, and i'd probably be awarded with the Best Liar Of The Century Award if people could buy my story but hey, look around you. I'm not the only one who's experienced such miracles. I was left with a forgiving and loving heart for my parents, perhaps something i haven't experienced in a really long time, filled with hope and joy, being one step closer to knowing who i truly am. My Christmas wish this year is  for all of you to spend time with your parents and to not be afraid to show them how much you love and appreciate them because you never know, this could be your last Christmas with them. I came once a little too late, and things were never the same without a loved one again. On a brighter note, it was no miracle that my mother and i instantly started speaking again and i truly thank God for his forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May God Bless you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-5625278988921942373?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/5625278988921942373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/12/greatest-christmas-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/5625278988921942373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/5625278988921942373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/12/greatest-christmas-gift.html' title='The Greatest Christmas Gift'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SzjQ35v_pTI/AAAAAAAABLY/qdlScLgk3_8/s72-c/christmas-gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-3863066783788417734</id><published>2009-12-25T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T04:34:56.511-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trash talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage more garbage and even more garbage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>EXTRAVAGANZA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SzSgKNcZGxI/AAAAAAAABKw/R65-G4OwEhU/s1600-h/WANTED%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SzSgKNcZGxI/AAAAAAAABKw/R65-G4OwEhU/s400/WANTED%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419132348901432082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*nudge nudge nudge nudge nudge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; nudge nudge nudge nudge nudge nudge nudge nudge nudge*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay! I got the message already! So here's your update people! And so Elle Tan happened to be ONE of those who called me a conman because of my failure to fulfill my motto, "Your Daily Dose Of Crap!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So where have i been? Scroll through the pictures below and you'll soon find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SzSgJdzM2aI/AAAAAAAABKg/6wjGiIQ4gRc/s1600-h/fried-oyster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SzSgJdzM2aI/AAAAAAAABKg/6wjGiIQ4gRc/s400/fried-oyster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419132336112196002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SzSgJIAV1II/AAAAAAAABKY/hRbvnGJqJrs/s1600-h/cendol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SzSgJIAV1II/AAAAAAAABKY/hRbvnGJqJrs/s400/cendol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419132330261730434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SzSgKYLbb4I/AAAAAAAABK4/hS6AuBs3N60/s1600-h/Penang+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SzSgKYLbb4I/AAAAAAAABK4/hS6AuBs3N60/s400/Penang+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419132351783071618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yep! My wish came true! I finally went to Penang! FOOD! FOOD! wait whaaat? FOOD? Nahh.. I'll just be frank with you here. This time, food was quite a big disappointment. The food didn't turn out as good as i expected. I told my mom that and she was like, "of course lah! you all go to the tourist destinations of course you get quantity over quality."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Funny how Penang people spelled their food so similarly to how they sounded. So you know, "thun" in hokkien means swollow......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SzSWghdeSnI/AAAAAAAABKI/S-F2laJr8UY/s1600-h/Penang+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SzSWghdeSnI/AAAAAAAABKI/S-F2laJr8UY/s400/Penang+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419121737115519602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where did i head next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SzSWg_jye_I/AAAAAAAABKQ/qNRJq9qmLgQ/s1600-h/Penang+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SzSWg_jye_I/AAAAAAAABKQ/qNRJq9qmLgQ/s400/Penang+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419121745195072498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE BEACH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SzSjEuSWMzI/AAAAAAAABLQ/UjrlIyMP3hI/s1600-h/15544_238797170148_555295148_4705815_7073098_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SzSjEuSWMzI/AAAAAAAABLQ/UjrlIyMP3hI/s400/15544_238797170148_555295148_4705815_7073098_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419135553173336882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SzSjEECdWiI/AAAAAAAABLA/19lRHr-q68I/s1600-h/15544_238797320148_555295148_4705836_1630703_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SzSjEECdWiI/AAAAAAAABLA/19lRHr-q68I/s400/15544_238797320148_555295148_4705836_1630703_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419135541832407586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SzSjEapOq1I/AAAAAAAABLI/XmyIH21bfE0/s1600-h/15544_238833045148_555295148_4705974_6371206_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SzSjEapOq1I/AAAAAAAABLI/XmyIH21bfE0/s400/15544_238833045148_555295148_4705974_6371206_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419135547900603218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SzSgJwAk0NI/AAAAAAAABKo/cS1NPuTyIo0/s1600-h/Penang+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SzSgJwAk0NI/AAAAAAAABKo/cS1NPuTyIo0/s400/Penang+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419132341000130770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To all you MJ, Michael Jackson fans, I'm sorry but i couldn't help doing this. Its the price you gotta pay when you get famous and i visit your monument. Lesson of the day? Being famous has its limits. MUAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So from what you may see, most of you must be pretty surprised at the amount of words I'm keeping in this post, but i guess occasionally, and i mean OCCASIONALLY, its good to post more pictures so that i can get people who are famous of being lazy to read "wordy" blogs like Dila Ariff to drop by my doorstep. WELCOME! ^_^&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There you have it Elle, enough crap from my blog that can last you for the next 48 hours before you get back. Make sure you ration well. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-3863066783788417734?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/3863066783788417734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/12/nudge-nudge-nudge-nudge-nudge-nudge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/3863066783788417734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/3863066783788417734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/12/nudge-nudge-nudge-nudge-nudge-nudge.html' title='EXTRAVAGANZA!!!'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SzSgKNcZGxI/AAAAAAAABKw/R65-G4OwEhU/s72-c/WANTED%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-4573846733942082724</id><published>2009-12-19T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T02:40:51.470-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perceptions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Tiger Woods Syndrome?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Hey people!  Sorry for my long long absence. As many of you may not have known, i took a long vacation to Penang for 4 days before heading home to get the laundry done plus a bit of rest before heading off the very next day to the FELDA Residence at Trolak for another 4 days to be blessed at the 2009 Narrowstreet Camp with an awesome motto, IMPETUS! Want more news? Stay tuned while i bless you today's message, the Tiger Woods Syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Sy3-E_7Xo1I/AAAAAAAABJo/XsxUE1I6_3s/s1600-h/angelina+joli+funny+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 391px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Sy3-E_7Xo1I/AAAAAAAABJo/XsxUE1I6_3s/s400/angelina+joli+funny+face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417265288629953362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;So what if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS &lt;/span&gt;Angelina Jolie kissed you today, would you still be turned on? Oh come on, she isn't so bad is she? Guys, don't liddat lah. Check out those lips man. She could kiss you from Batu Pahat all the way to Alor Setar man. Irre&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twist&lt;/span&gt;able much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to those who do actually think that Angelina Jolie is hot (i mean the REAL Angelina Jolie), would you think she's still hot and jaw dropping if she had lips like these today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Now this brings me to ask, what are the qualities that guys truly look for in a girl? I was just flipping through the papers online recently, and saw this girl who won some beauty pageant being voted as one of the "most wanted women men want as wives". So what does this truly mean? Well, in a way it can be classified as a joke, but what about the men who has exchanged vows with their beloved? Now that's the debating point. It can be a joke, no doubt, but isn't there a seed of desire and lust fullness planted after voting? Well given a choice to legally split with their wives to be with the woman of superior looks would be a dream come true that many men will take so what does true love really mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I refer to the case of Tiger Woods, one of the most influential people in the world today. After being the top golfer for so many years now, what has he come to? After tying the knot with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Elin Nordegren in October 2004, he admitted having several affairs with young and beautiful women.  It came as a great shock to me hearing this news as i have always had a good perception about him. I mean his name even appeared on the cover of golf games man! So what does this mean? No Tiger Woods PGA Tour 2010 for the consoles? I mean like seriously, has this what become of the 21st century celebrities? Look what happened to Andre Agassi, admitting to doping in his book after retiring in 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" &gt;So what is true love? What is honesty? Well speaking very frankly, i'll still refer to the bible if you ask what true love really is because i very well know i won't go wrong. I wouldn't dare to blindly answer because i believe true love only existed after Jesus Christ died on the cross for us. After all, we love because Jesus first loved us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;1 Corinthians 13 : 4 - 8 &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Love is best seen as devotion and action, not an emotion. Love is not exclusively based on how we feel. Certainly our emotions are involved, but they cannot be our only criteria for love. True devotion will always lead to action true love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" &gt;So i've heard of girls saying (speaking in general because i believe guys are the ones who always make the first move into having sex), "i gave in to having sex with him because i really really love him and i trust him." Let me clarify something with you, yes, to both girls and guys, sex is not love! Our culture has taught us that sex and love are one in the same. This is a lie. Sex is a beautiful God-given activity that is wonderful when practiced within the boundaries of a Biblical marriage. Sex is the completion of the binding of two people within Biblical marriage; it is a God given gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like i have said before in my post entitled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/12/behind-scenes-pornography-prostitution.html"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Behind The Scenes : Pornography &amp;amp; Prostitution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, common sense tells us that unrestrained sex leads to broken families, fatherless children, abortion and general chaos. So if unrestrained sex is man's destiny, why should it all turn out so badly for all concerned? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Because premarital sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; is not love, it only leads to pain and disappointment for those who are seeking that love. The Bible says that when two people are married, they become one flesh as said in Ephesians 5 : 31. ex is consummation of that union. When two people break off their relationship after having sex, it is like ripping apart flesh, which explains why it becomes so hard to let go of someone once you've had a sexual experience with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I guess i'll just conclude today's post with a simple yet straightforward message. Its only 3 simple things you need to ask yourself when finding love. Are you being truthful to yourself about this? Are you willing to walk your journey truthfully with God alongside you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Or are you just being in love for the sake of being in love? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Whatever answer you may have, i'll leave it to you to decide....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-4573846733942082724?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/4573846733942082724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/12/tiger-woods-syndrome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/4573846733942082724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/4573846733942082724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/12/tiger-woods-syndrome.html' title='The Tiger Woods Syndrome?'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Sy3-E_7Xo1I/AAAAAAAABJo/XsxUE1I6_3s/s72-c/angelina+joli+funny+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-4060055874834079989</id><published>2009-12-07T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T02:31:42.709-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perceptions'/><title type='text'>Would you slap a girl if she deserves it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And so i was scrolling around the Lowyat.NET forum and in the Cupid Corner, i came across an interesting topic entitled, "Will you slap a girl if she deserves it?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411859083765315298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 423px; height: 111px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SxrJKdZNduI/AAAAAAAABJg/q9nq-NLLSPY/s400/Statistic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Click the image for a clearer view)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That topic was posted as a poll and a total of 188 people voted. To my horror, a total of 60 people &lt;strong&gt;[31.91%]&lt;/strong&gt; voted yes, they would slap a girl compared to the other 87 &lt;strong&gt;[46.28%]&lt;/strong&gt; who voted no, they wouldn't slap a girl even if they deserved it. What remains now is the remaining 41 &lt;strong&gt;[21.81%]&lt;/strong&gt; of people who left their answers as "not quite", which obviously means a 50 : 50 ratio to whether they would slap a girl or not. Prior to that, i am still intrigued by the alarming number of people who would slap a girl. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411859077222324466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 301px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SxrJKFBPWPI/AAAAAAAABJY/UVuEr_-O3EA/s400/slap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now you may be wondering, me being the 188th person to vote on that poll, what's my vote? Well, it doesn't take a genius to tell you that I am against any kind of abuse, especially abuse against women. It brings me to question, what kind of a heartless being brings a man to slap or even hit a girl? Frankly, it just enrages me to hear stories of girls being really timid because of their abusive husbands or boyfriends. I just don't see what excuse can a man use to justify his actions of abusing his girlfriend or wife because i just find it so morally wrong. Either way according to my principles, no girl deserves to be abused in any way in spite of whatever circumstances because i personally think that man was created by God to protect women and to shower them with love and not overpowering them with pride and authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you who are reading this may have done the actions that i speak of, but do not disregard or throw yourself down as a failure because I believe everyone is given a chance to redeem themselves for what they have done. Like i have said once, and again i shall say, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just be the very best person that you can be, and if you slip and sin once in a while, ask for forgiveness but do not think that God doesn't love you anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-4060055874834079989?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/4060055874834079989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/12/will-you-slap-girl-if-she-deserves-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/4060055874834079989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/4060055874834079989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/12/will-you-slap-girl-if-she-deserves-it.html' title='Would you slap a girl if she deserves it?'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SxrJKdZNduI/AAAAAAAABJg/q9nq-NLLSPY/s72-c/Statistic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-3494002401488404726</id><published>2009-12-05T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T10:50:05.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trash talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage more garbage and even more garbage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>If i had given an award to.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'd give to one of my stupidest local Malay customer today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I remember what he wore exactly. He wore our Malaysian football jersey with knee length pants. His girlfriend slash wife (i ain't sure) was wearing a white baju kurung with pink flowers on it. Man I thought they were going to be another friendly malay couple because usually Malays are friendly. But turns out, they're the most kurang ajar customers ever!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lemme start with #1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He ordered steamboat. So, while pouring the chicken soup into his pot, he stopped me and this is how the convo goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some Malay Customer (SMC) :&lt;/strong&gt; Scuse me, dik, ni halal ke tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; Huh? Oh, ye, mesti la halal. Kalau tak, takde je sign halal kat luar tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some Malay Customer (SMC)&lt;/strong&gt; : Halal ke? Betul ke? Are you sure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He was getting on my nerves already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; Yes sir. If this place is not halal, I wouldn't even serve you in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some Malay Customer (SMC)&lt;/strong&gt; : You sure ah? You don't use anything with pork to make the soup or whatnot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;really angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; Sir, lemme repeat myself. If this place is not halal, firstly.. We wouldn't have halal signs pasted infront of out restaurant. Second, I wouldn't serve you, and third, we wouldn't have TWO halal certificates pasted on our wall *points at wall*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some Malay Customer (SMC) :&lt;/strong&gt; *quiet...* SO, u sure it's halal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fangry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; SIR, IF THIS PLACE, IS NOT HA-LAL, WE, ESPECIALLY, I, WOULDN'T EVEN HAVE THE THOUGHTS OF TAKING ORDERS AND SERVING MUSLIMS. WHAT MORE SOMEONE LIKE YOU. OKAY, THANK YOU. YOUR ORDERS WILL BE COMING SOON *sarcastic smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was so damn angry I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after he ate, he asked for his dessert. The asked about twice. but it didn't came, because the pantry was full, and the restaurant was so damn busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faham faham la kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he called Miss Aisyah, and he literally screamed at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he called Miss Aisyah, and he literally screamed at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Malay Customer (SMC) : Miss, sini jap. Tadi I dah mintak kat BANGLA satu tu untuk my dessert. Tapi sampai sekarang pun tak sampai ni apa kes?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill la -_- Kurang ajar betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Aisyah was furious kot when she went to tell the pantry. I mean, come on. They can be foreigners, but do NOT underestimate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways.. When I had to serve their dessert.. I didn't even bother looking at their faces or say "okay, enjoy your dessert!" I just walked off. Which I am not suppose to.. but who the hell cares anyway. Screw the "customers are always right" rule. That customer? Tell them to go eat shit n die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate those customers. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they make my day go bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pipi-pupu.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://pipi-pupu.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;May the credits be given to Pipi &amp;amp; Pupu for this entertaining post.&lt;br /&gt;Edited by Nick Lim due to some heavy vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Sorry beloved readers, i just had to find something entertaining to post after a long day so i stole one of my friend's work with her permission to keep you entertained without my proper update today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-3494002401488404726?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/3494002401488404726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-i-had-given-award-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/3494002401488404726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/3494002401488404726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-i-had-given-award-to.html' title='If i had given an award to.....'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-8484943467916367359</id><published>2009-12-04T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T09:27:58.511-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perceptions'/><title type='text'>Behind The Scenes : Pornography &amp; Prostitution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was brought to my attention to blog about this after reading a friend's blog about a girl willing to strip via webcam just to get attention from guys. Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fallbabefall.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to read the full story. Now is that what the life of a Malaysian teenager today has succumbed to ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411423044680650978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Sxk8lpONkOI/AAAAAAAABJA/CnWhMEf-Dig/s400/004-0111144250-caged.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Today, human trafficking has long become a problem worldwide. More and more lives of young children and teenagers are being robbed through the abduction by ruthless people who manipulate lives of these young and innocent ones to generate money to support their worthless lives. What angers me more is the fact that people around the world still support and pay for pornography just to satisfy their unworthy lust. Pornography and prostitution is not just as simple as it seems in general. By supporting pornography, are you aware that you're encouraging more young girls to be kidnapped, sent overseas to be used as sex slaves? They are selfishly left without a future and basically treated as a slave which is somehow LEGAL in certain countries. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411423054425939570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Sxk8mNhq3nI/AAAAAAAABJI/lP9PvwWmQx8/s400/humantrafficking2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When you indulge in pornography, that woman you're lustfully looking at is someone's mother or sister being sexually manipulated by another man. As you indulge in the lustful act, someone else's family left helpless, being absolutely clueless of where their loved one may have been brought to. Probably it may not matter as much to you but how would you react if your sister or mother was kidnapped and was sexually manipulated among men with ruthless desires?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411423055659500002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Sxk8mSHxgeI/AAAAAAAABJQ/DKR3twn-7sk/s400/prostituteUNP0512_468x312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now i hope this post leaves you with an idea of what many of you are indulging in. Before you ever think about watching porn again, take a moment to think and why not first put yourselves in their shoes that you are looking for your own mother or sister who is being sexually manipulated by strangers, how would you feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Without doubt, sex is one of the strongest drives we have. Natural desire for the opposite sex is normal and necessary but bare in mind that looking at someone of the opposite sex lustfully is not a natural desire but an obligated decision that should be avoided. It is natural for men to desire women, in which families are formed and children are produced. After all, that is what God intended. Like any good gift however, Satan is quick to pervert or twist it into something that God didn't intend. Food is good, but can lead to illness if taken in overabundance. Wine is God's good gift, but can cause drunkeness if taken in excess. Money is good but can corrupt a soul when worshipped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now i've heard some argue that argue saying that man is an animal and thus a desire to mate with any and every female is entirely natural and should not be censured. However, common sense tells us that unrestrained sex leads to broken families, fatherless children, abortion and general chaos. So if unrestrained sex is man's destiny, why should it all turn out so badly for all concerned? We don't see that in God's word and his plans for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So what if you have been captured by the habit of lust, you may ask, how do you break free? Without a doubt its gonna be tough especially if you have practiced this lustful habit over a period of years. It will definitely take you determination and a healthy dose of God's grace to cleanse you when you fail but it is possible to break free from lust. First step would be trashing out anything that is feeding your lust so that you are able to quarantine it from getting the supply of lustful energy. Starve a habit from its needs and it will die. If your internet is that trigger to lust, cut the connection and use weapons of prayer, scripture reading and fasting. Fasting as in fasting from materialistic things of the world that may cause you to trigger the lustful sin. Last but not least, accept God's grace and complete forgiveness toward you as his child, even if you sin again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In short, respect any other girl and woman the same way you'd like people to respect your mother and sister. You may try and argue, "no i don't have a sister", but you can't argue the fact that you have a mother or maybe even a girlfriend. Girls are wonderful creations of God that are meant to be loved and sheltered, not manipulated into sex and misused as things. For those who may have had a bitter experience with someone, let it go, for God has a better plan for you. Your day will soon come and put that faith in Him to allow it to happen. I quote what a friend once told me, to obtain something better in life, sometimes you would just need to let the past go even if it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-8484943467916367359?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/8484943467916367359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/12/behind-scenes-pornography-prostitution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/8484943467916367359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/8484943467916367359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/12/behind-scenes-pornography-prostitution.html' title='Behind The Scenes : Pornography &amp; Prostitution'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Sxk8lpONkOI/AAAAAAAABJA/CnWhMEf-Dig/s72-c/004-0111144250-caged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-6265981534399593918</id><published>2009-12-03T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:21:57.506-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perceptions'/><title type='text'>5 Ways to Let a Girl Know You're Interested In Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's something i thought of that would be really interesting to share. Its about the cupid life of the 21st century teenagers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hopefully it also redirects more traffic to my blog, of course with a good cause. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*evil laugh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Confession."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Remember in your earlier days of being in a relationship or at least towards the point of getting there? Examples like, "will you be my girlfriend / boyfriend and ectera? Well seriously, i think its the confession that truly freaks people out, especially girls. Bare in mind, there is a huge difference between like and love, crush and love. I would also certainly agree to why it is seen as one of the lamest way of showing a girl your true feelings because it ends up as more of a yes and no question. Yes, it is one of the ways, but I think a horribly ineffective way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's my explanation why : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- There's nothing you can do about the situation once you confess. Why? Because you've literally given up control of the outcome. Its all up to her to decide whether it'll be a yes or no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- A girl never likes being pressured and forced into doing something, let alone in decision making. When you confess to a girl, she is left in a situation where she is forced to make a decision that she may still be unsure of. On top of that, she may not be ready herself so she's left in a situation where she needs to decide to pursue something she's not ready for or bare the risk of hurting your feelings by turning you down. It's not fair to put her in such a position. Heard of the saying, "going with the flow"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- You don't ask for love. You offer it, and if she accepts, she will offer hers in return. By asking for it, you're leaving her in a situation where she has to, not want to love you back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- You're setting up an unrealistic expectation. Since you asked for her love, she will tend to see you as someone who always has to earn it. She will see herself as a princess to you, because you played the role of a beggar to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- You're literally giving her the impression that you're embarassed or ashamed of having feelings for her because that's what a confession is - an admission of guilt or wrongdoing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Liking a girl is a small thing so don't make a huge dramatic impression of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ultimately, the last 2 points above are the most important as they carry the most value to knowing a girl. Just because you may have met a girl who gives you butterflies, it doesn't mean OMG SHE'S THE ONE AND ONLY!! By asking her for a date doesn't mean you're asking her to vow for life that she's gonna marry you ASAP. If that's your whole point of expressing your true feelings, then it comes as no surprise as to why you're embarassed and ashamed of expressing your feelings because your expectations is realistically way beyond her capabilities. You'd end up keeping it all within your walls or you'd just share it with your friends but not her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stop being a lovesick schoolboy. People who are mature aren't ashamed of their feelings. Whether you've fallen head over heels for her, or you just think she's really really pretty, you should not be afraid to show it to her. And you can show it in a way that flatters her, that makes her feel desired, and that does not make her uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Eye contact.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know how two people keep randomly looking each other and exchanging signals with just their eyes? There's always this little timeout session where they'd stop looking at each other and look again? Well, if you like this girl just maintain and look at her just a little longer than necessary but not over the limits and give her a little smile before looking away. Obviously you shouldn't stare. Don't keep your eyes locked on to her either. Many people whom i know of tend to quickly look away when girls look back. Ultimately, don't be afraid to show her at you're looking at her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Keep her Happy.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is very important to ensure that she feels comfortable talking to you. It is also another thing that she enjoys talking to you, so much that she could remember how much she enjoyed talking to you. Now be at your wittiest and most charming, put some effort into making her laugh. Being lame turns girls off so try and stay natural. Lameness is a sign that you're trying too hard so keep that in mind. Tell her the experiences that you had in life which can make her laugh, knowing with a motive of making her happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Pay attention.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Time to "pasang telinga" and listen to her. Girls like guys who are good listeners and be sure to remember the things she emphasies on. If she talks a lot about her hobby, be sure to ask her how she is doing in her hobby the next time you see her. If she mentioned she has trouble sleeping, ask her if she slept well the next day. If she likes a certain movie, ask her about it. Better yet, watch the show, so that you can talk about it with her. You can even tell her you didn't like the show and why, because the fact that you watched it just because of her is flattering enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Physical contact.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Be very careful because this is a tricky one. If things go wrong, they go REALLY wrong. Try to be close to her, a bit closer than a friend would go. I'm sure you know the distance between friends and couples. You want to be exactly halfway in between. (Better be sure you applied your deodorant or you'd completely turn her off with no 2nd chances!) Similarly, give her a little touch every now and then, but be careful. Touch her shoulder when you want to get her attention. When walking together, put your hand on the small part of her back to guide her in a different direction. Just don't let your hand linger there too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know what's the best part? All these aspects are measurable. You will know instantly whether or not they're working and where to draw the line. If she likes you, she'll will return the eye contact with you, she'll laugh at all your jokes, she'll appreciate the fact that you remember things about her, she'll stand close to you, and she will touch you. If she doesn't, then you'll know she's not interested. By doing these things, you're not only showing her you like her, you're also giving her the option of gently rejecting you or subtly encouraging you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And if you're getting all the right signals from her, it's time to move on to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Ask her out.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just you and her, nobody else. Yes, it's a date. Let it be a movie, or a drink at a coffee house, or if you're really confident, dinner at a nice restaurant. Like i said, liking a girl and asking her out is not the biggest deal in the world so keep it simple. Don't make it as if she needs to really make a huge commitment out of this. Make sure you have a bailout plan if she overreacts. Just say, "Hey, it's just a movie/coffee/dinner, I'm not asking you to marry me laa." I must admit, its an easy way out of trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So you may ask, "i've got the date...then what?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then you just let it happen naturally. Don't bother worrying about whether things will work out far or not. Take it one step at a time. Save the hassle of freaking yourself and the other person out. If she's been showing that she likes you too, things will happen naturally. Remember, a date is a moment, not a test to see if you're approved or rejected. I know of a lot of guys who go home after the first date, thinking about whether to confess or not. Many of you must be really surprised if you've always thought that tackling a girl is a long, gruelling, agonizingly difficult task that involves a "confession". After all, its not all about winning, but its about doing things the right way. Girls are not there to be won as prizes but to be seen as another individual that requires companion and love. The way i see it, true relationships will not harbour its hopes over a statement like, "if it's easy to get, you won't appreciate" because if a guy and a girl truly like each other, they should fall into a relationship easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is how mature people do it. And even if you are a lovesick schoolboy, you should still do it this way because it's the right way to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS :&lt;/strong&gt; Bare in mind, these are not 5 steps but 5 ways. You don't need to follow the order or arrangement. At least be a bit smart and wise at your own discreetion to know what to say or what to do at the right time. Good luck guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-6265981534399593918?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/6265981534399593918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-ways-to-let-girl-know-youre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/6265981534399593918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/6265981534399593918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-ways-to-let-girl-know-youre.html' title='5 Ways to Let a Girl Know You&apos;re Interested In Her'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-3374131898780892819</id><published>2009-11-27T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T12:41:20.359-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trash talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage more garbage and even more garbage'/><title type='text'>How To Kill A Sim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING : Not for the faint hearted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer :&lt;/strong&gt; Everything that you see in this post is performed by professionals. YOU COULD attempt to duplicate these stunts virtually but DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. It may result in damage to your brains or serious injury or death to you or others. No matter what type stunts you do, remember that it is always safe virtually, Always wear the proper safety gear and helmet while attempting to try this out or you might suffer permanent psychological damage. This GUILTY BLOGGER cannot be held responsible for any injury or damage as a result of reading this post.&lt;br /&gt;Thank YOU for taking some time to read this. You have proved to be very bored after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And so the title says it all, "&lt;strong&gt;how to kill a sim&lt;/strong&gt;". Well, i guess insanity occurs when boredom starts to kick in throughout the day and since i was playing the very first edition of The Sims, i decided to let some wild evil ideas come into play. So yes, i decided to try killing them. However, it is sad to say that there are too few ways to execute them and it is quite a bit of a disappointment considering you're in control of their little virtual life. How i wished they'd combine a game of The Sims and Grand Theft Auto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So here I present you 3 simple snapshots of &lt;strong&gt;How To Kill A Sim&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408821902258898562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Sw_-3Ol-hoI/AAAAAAAABIo/5BKNZ9SqskA/s400/sims+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before i begin, I believe you've managed to read up to this point because i believe you're as lifeless and bored as i am feeling right now so please sit back and enjoy. Firstly, surround your victims with stoves. Obviously the more the merrier. However, the greater the number of your victims, a larger space will therefore be needed. Furthermore, a larger sum of money will be needed to purchase the stoves. Here's a tip though. If you're low on funds, you could always replace the major stoves with plants like how i did below. They make excellent fire starters. Next, round them all up in a tight space and leave 2 boxes for a fridge and a kitchen counter so your victim will be able to prepare his last breakfast / lunch / dinner. Bare in mind, your victim must have as little points of knowledge in cooking as possible or your probability of them starting a fire will greatly be reduced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408821905622490178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Sw_-3bH63EI/AAAAAAAABIw/SSx249TBARo/s400/sims+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As you can see as stated in Step 2, leave your victims to cook or you could turn off the "free will" tab in the options menu and leave them at your wrath by making them cook meals after meals. Keep doing it and believe me, it will be a matter of time before a fire starts and whoohoo! You've got yourselves a huge fiery display. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408821910224552098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Sw_-3sRIwKI/AAAAAAAABI4/gFuCJVTJsqI/s400/Sims+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Congratulations, you have finally succeeded in executing your sims. I obviously suggest that you do not save this as it will totally wreck your game (like duhh!) so please be warned. In case of an event, I shall not be held responsible for any of you numbnuts who blame me for screwing up your game. Other than that, feel free to think of any other way to execute your sim because i couldn't think of anything else other than burning or drowning them. I decided not to do a post on drowning your sims because i just think its plain boring as you just need to build a pool and leave them in there by removing the stairs for them to exit the pool. (Yes, the sims are that dumb) They'll just complain that there's no exit to the pool and boom, they just die from that. So there you have it. I'm not a sadist nor a violent person. I was just dead bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unwell - Matchbox 20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-3374131898780892819?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/3374131898780892819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-kill-sim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/3374131898780892819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/3374131898780892819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-kill-sim.html' title='How To Kill A Sim'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Sw_-3Ol-hoI/AAAAAAAABIo/5BKNZ9SqskA/s72-c/sims+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-2904535813162545710</id><published>2009-11-27T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T02:46:57.057-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Disney's Pixar Presents, UP &amp; Toy Story 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408731478360472466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Sw-sn3UmO5I/AAAAAAAABII/_pRMf9-weYg/s400/disneys-up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So finally, i watched UP after lets say about.... 6 months since its premiere in Kuala Lumpur? Yeah that's after so many failed attempts of going to the movies because of my own hectic schedule. Life of the one always on the run uh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moving on, I must say that this is another masterful work of art from Pixar. Up is an exciting, hilarious, and heartfelt adventure impeccably crafted and told with wit and depth. Its a movie that makes your jaws drop and go, "awwww". Frankly, I thought this would be like any other Pixar movie that would drive you so deep into the plots in the spur of the moment but somehow i found this production a bit more unique as compared to the previous ones. I figured this movie was about that little fat kid with a huge dream but it wasn't just all about the fat kid. Effects of a shallow minded individual towards movies.The way the organizers brought up the character of the 78-year-old balloon salesman Carl Fredricksen was truly impressive. Emotions from the introduction of this classic production was brought forward through each and every scene to remind us about Carl's personality and everything that was to come was totally unexpected. Now here's something i helpful. Don't read any reviews or its description before watching a movie. You will be surprised and you will really enjoy the movie. I've heard too many complains of people saying, "Ah! The movie wasn't that good. Nahh! It could have been better." Like DUH! You've read its description. What do ya expect right? So there, another logical lesson learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408731473315223378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Sw-snkht11I/AAAAAAAABIA/93l9XiLP8Hk/s400/14nfy3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another great movie by a great producer and my word, i absoluely can't wait to catch &lt;strong&gt;Toy Story 3!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Simple Plan - I Can Wait Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-2904535813162545710?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/2904535813162545710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/11/up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/2904535813162545710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/2904535813162545710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/11/up.html' title='Disney&apos;s Pixar Presents, UP &amp; Toy Story 3!'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Sw-sn3UmO5I/AAAAAAAABII/_pRMf9-weYg/s72-c/disneys-up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-6263913414653455884</id><published>2009-11-26T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T12:05:57.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Prolintas Paintball Open (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its amazing when you're given a surprise right? After all, who in this world hates surprises? I'm sorry, correct me there. Who in this world hates good surprises? Ultimately, it bounces back to what people truly expect out of something right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now i believe its natural for one to expect something. Even wanting to have a good meal for breakfast is an expectation, but what if one day you decided to just put aside everything you want and just receive whatever that comes to you as a blessing, wouldn't that be amazing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its common how we humans expect things out of God. Healing the sick is one of the greatest examples as people cry to Him day and night about healing their sick loved ones. I guess I was taught to learn to finally lay down all my burdens at the feet of Christ and its amazing how God rewards you for having faith in Him and for not being a demanding soul. Put that little faith in Him and you will realize that God truly is with you. Lay down your burdens down at His feet. Pray for His guidance and believe me, He will do the rest. Don't expect God's presence but Embrace His presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, it just struck my mind to just not expect anything from anyone for whatever reason but to be surprised and grateful for whatever that comes. Guess what? It certainly paid off well. Over the weekend, I was together with my team competing in the Prolintas Paintball Tournament held at TT Sports Park, Subang and i went there knowing that i wasn't going to play, but insisted on being present there as i wanted to be there to support my team. So there i was on this early Saturday morning which many would prefer spending time sleeping till late in the afternoon. So yes, since i wasn't playing nor helping, i didn't expect myself to do anything more than spending the whole day watching and cheering on the team. Well, what surprised me most was me being called to help marshall the games after lunch since one of the marshalls had to be at X'tion Paintball at Bukit Jalil as she was going to play in the World Cup Asia. So fair enough, i decided to take up the offer doing it voluntarily, and no, i didn't even bother about asking the organizer if he was going to pay me for it. Matter of fact, pay was the last thing on my mind because my sole intention was to be there for my team. The fact that i was called to help marshall the games, i must admit, it came as a bonus to me especially at that very moment as i have never ever sat through any lectures about marshalling. It was also my first time putting on a marshall's jersey and my word, it has certainly been a great experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i must say, if you've ever thought TT Sports Park was a horribly bad place to me, take a look at the nice air bunkers for yourself. They may be rented, but no doubt this place has potential to do as well as MAPAAC and X'tion Paintball. Its just a matter of time before this place becomes a paintball stronghold that pulls feathers off the other chickens. By the end of the tournament, I was surprised that I was paid and yes, I was also less afraid of pellets. hehe (as a paintballer, you still do get scared of pellets every now and then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big congratulations at my beloved d'Halloween family. The weekend couldn't have been better with us finishing one-two on the podium. You guys certainly deserve it. APTS Skeletoons may have lost their opening preliminary game, but they never turned back after that. APTS Hybrid did their very best to win all their games, and they certainly deserved the win. After all, we won as a family so again, a big congratulations to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APTS Hybrid :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amer Bioko Rayz, Abgboy D'Exo Skeletonz, Amir Omar, Mohd Narazmin, Ezzan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APTS Skeletoons:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifi Rahman, Ikhwan Chen, Seth @ Ribena Dhalloween, Ashraf Adeeb, Mohd Hafizil Azrin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-6263913414653455884?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/6263913414653455884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/11/2009-prolintas-paintball-open-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/6263913414653455884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/6263913414653455884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/11/2009-prolintas-paintball-open-part-1.html' title='2009 Prolintas Paintball Open (Part 1)'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-7150640589322280317</id><published>2009-11-18T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T03:52:36.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To you i surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God has saved me. It was the love of Jesus Christ that saved me from the gates of hell. It was the love of my God Almighty that saved me from death till this very day, and there's no denying that He has never forsakened me. In spite the many experiences coming close with the end, I was pulled from fear and comforted in His Almighty hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405410121993232866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SwPf3eq1IeI/AAAAAAAABH4/eHBgQII1rEo/s400/worship1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lord, i know you can hear me, and Lord, i want to serve you. I may look foolish to man, but God, I want to live to serve you and to serve you alone for you are not just a God but you areTHE God that loves me in spite of how much i have sinned again you, in spite how much i have neglected and taken your love for granted. Take me Lord, direct me towards the path you want me to go to. Heal my heart and make it clean. Open up my eyes to the things unseen. Show me how to love like You have loved me. Break my heart for what breaks yours. Everything I am for your kingdom's cause. Lord, kill my pride if you have to because I want to live as your child. Teach me to be how you want me to be and not for how i teach myself to the likes of the world. Help me make this change Lord, help me stay focused to my ultimate reason i'm alive today. Thank you for the chances Lord, thank you for all of the guidance, for all the love that you've given me through my friends, family and even strangers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The greatest love that anyone could ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That overcame the cross and grave to find my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And 'til I see You face to face and grace amazing takes me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll trust in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With all I am I'll live to see Your kingdom come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And in my heart I pray You'd let Your will be done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And 'til I see You face to face and grace amazing takes me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll trust in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will live to love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will live to bring You praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will live a child in awe of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You are the voice that calls the universe to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You are the whisper in my heart that speaks to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And 'til I see You face to face and grace amazing takes me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll trust in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You alone are God of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You alone are worthy Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And with all I am my soul will bless Your name&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-7150640589322280317?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/7150640589322280317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-you-i-surrender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/7150640589322280317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/7150640589322280317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-you-i-surrender.html' title='To you i surrender'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SwPf3eq1IeI/AAAAAAAABH4/eHBgQII1rEo/s72-c/worship1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-4513071601301482966</id><published>2009-11-16T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:42:50.253-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Hungry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Call me crazy because i'm just really not sleepy. I'm actually feeling hungry. The time is 4.26am here in the silent hills of .................... , Ampang and i'm just staring at food. Literally nothing more but food. No i'm not sad. No i'm not on a mission to binge on food and NO, i'm not joking. I'm talking about some really really mouth watering stuff. Frankly, i'm really begging to head back to where i spent a part of my life growing up, enjoying the hawker food of downtown Gurney Drive with nothing stopping you but your mind. I recall my experience as a 10 year old child walking with a good old friend down the long walk of Gurney, sniffing our way to our favourite Char Koay Teow stall. I even remembered myself gaining 3 kilogrammes in just 2 days. No doubt it gets a bit unhealthy but its not like i practice it very often either so i guess this is exceptional? After all, i'm made to run like a dog to sweat it all out by the time i get back back home to KL so ultimately, it makes no difference ehh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So i here i present you a small part of what i'm talking about......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404985831646381010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SwJd-h9NQ9I/AAAAAAAABHs/uvjMBbVEUSM/s400/Petaidish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Stuff that makes your fart ultra lethal, &lt;strong&gt;Sambal Petai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404985830358657890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SwJd-dKMK2I/AAAAAAAABHk/Sqcx5gtZ0mE/s400/Genting_coffee_terrace_satay_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The ALL TIME Favourite &lt;strong&gt;satay&lt;/strong&gt; cooked over charcoal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404985819081790018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SwJd9zJk0kI/AAAAAAAABHc/44p6AwrgSCI/s400/Curry20Laksa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*Drools* &lt;strong&gt;Curry Laksa&lt;/strong&gt;, a MUST TRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404985814497058594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SwJd9iEfXyI/AAAAAAAABHU/0M0k1ajkFPM/s400/char-koay-teow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Of course, the main course, or at least my favourite main course, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penang Char Koay Teow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Alright, i've had it. I'm heading to the kitchen to grab some food already. So all you food enthusiasts like myself, you've got appetizer for your first class itenary to visit Penang. I on the other hand, shall plan a trip down to Penang with my fellow gang of hungry cayotes as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-4513071601301482966?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/4513071601301482966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/11/hungry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/4513071601301482966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/4513071601301482966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/11/hungry.html' title='Hungry?'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SwJd-h9NQ9I/AAAAAAAABHs/uvjMBbVEUSM/s72-c/Petaidish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-846851465002509890</id><published>2009-11-15T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T10:27:12.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trash talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Midnight Madness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosh. We're in the mids of November already, and its roughly about a month's half before we step into the new beginning, 2010. So counting down the days of 2009, guess what i'm doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404361520205558818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SwAmK0mkdCI/AAAAAAAABG0/dnWjCdok1bM/s400/lw.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm kicking the brains out of virtual people in this facebook game called Little Warrior. Don't look at me, blame Seth and Amer for getting me hooked to it. Its a game that is pretty similar to those jackpot machines that you have in some urban coffee shops where you bet your money on virtual horse racing. It involves nothing more than clicking the "fight!" button and you watch 2 hero's punching each other with of course, some pretty awesome sound effects. I must say its pretty entertaining and I don't regret playing because it gives me the pleasure to virtually kick their butts. *muahahaha!* Now as much as its fun pawn others, it gets really humiliating to get pawned especially after my very own character, "FuttBucker" who was named to FuttBuck others, got FuttBucked instead. I'm sure you're getting my drift. So yes, my hero finally won a match after having a 5 consecutive losing DEBUT streak. How sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moving on to a more random topic, I decided to do something unthinkable. I figured that its been quite a long time since i played something challenging so i decided to play Red Alert 2 on a solo match against 7 other computer controlled enemies on the hardest difficulty available. Of course, it took me a few tries before being able to defend myself against the huge arsenal of baddies coming against me. Ever thought life was difficult with 1 batalion of tanks coming at you? How about taking 7 against my tiny little company of G.I's and 5 tanks? See the amount of holes in the ground? That's the kind of beating my own late game defenses still took. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404368836708344690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SwAs0ssxI3I/AAAAAAAABG8/6YvNqEm8eRI/s400/RA2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ever wondered why i never thought of playing Red Alert 3? Well, frankly, i've played it once and i certainly didn't like the gameplay. I found it a bit too sophisticated. There were too many new things and lets just say it just didn't feel like Red Alert anymore. I personally felt that Red Alert 3 just lost every aspect of things they would dump into Command &amp;amp; Conquer : Generals. It was more like literally playing Battlefield 2142 in the RTS mode (Real Time Strategy) which completely turned me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404389616154530866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SwA_uOKzVDI/AAAAAAAABHM/Bd-faWVCyvA/s400/rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Away from computer games and challenges, i was finally able to go out tonight after having spent pretty much the whole day at home alone in the house, waiting for the gardener that never actually came because it started to rain halfway thru the day. Sad much? Well, on a brighter note, i got to meet my beloved HMC Family, or at least a part of them since most were either busy or tired. Once again, it was a cold and cloudy evening as the city was showered with heavy rain and deafening thunderstorms. Besides the weather, I guess everything else went pretty fine especially my first experience on that dancing arcade game, thanks to David Sia who sponsored me by saying, "I don't care Nick, you're going to dance." which i believe i did with a good sport. hehe. I'm starting to think, its not so bad now was it? Aside from the arcade, I came to realize, my brother really knows how to enjoy himself while he's at the arcade. Cement him in front of a game that has a gun, and he'll pose as if he was really in the situation., and yes, I MEAN POSEEE. Unfortunately, I am unable to show you any of it yet as we didn't have a camera along with us so please if you must, Natalie Law, please show up for our outings sometime? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404389607636421810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SwA_tub7TLI/AAAAAAAABHE/njQNGFEeMlM/s400/Krr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Having dinner at Kenny Rogers in Tropicana City was truly an experience. It brought back memories of my barista days in Starbucks at Great Eastern Mall, Ampang where i would be multitasking with only 2 hands but at 7 tasks which included taking orders, preparing the hot and cold beverages, preparing the ice blended beverages, heating and serving the food, and completing the transaction of a customer's order. Pretty funny how i bumped into a customer i once served in the most happening A&amp;amp;W outlet in Malaysia, the one located opposite Amcorp Mall in Petaling Jaya. Moving towards the service of Kenny Rogers, it was certainly not the experience we expected, not at least from a specific waiter who was called gay (ouch!) by my brother Aris for giving us extremely bimbotic treatment. I guess my brother certainly made a point there as from what i've learned, regardless of how busy the floor may be or how frustrated you are, a policy still stands as never to unleash them on hungry customers. I was even surprised at his frustration being unleashed towards his fellow waitress in front of customers when i just asked about my muffin. I have gotta admit that the floor certainly looked tough to handle with only 4 people manning it, especially when 3 of them looked like fresh trainees. With an outlet of such high volume to the restaurant to the extend of having to wait ten minutes for my chicken to be ready, I would certainly like to come back the next time knowing that the service has improved or else it'd be a total waste for an outlet with such huge potential. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-846851465002509890?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/846851465002509890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/11/midnight-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/846851465002509890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/846851465002509890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/11/midnight-madness.html' title='Midnight Madness!'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SwAmK0mkdCI/AAAAAAAABG0/dnWjCdok1bM/s72-c/lw.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-8887655589776760326</id><published>2009-11-10T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:53:35.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trash talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='$$$'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paintball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superstitions'/><title type='text'>Superstitions vs $$$</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402760981994836930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Svp2fPIkk8I/AAAAAAAABGc/eC-uRMfn_P8/s400/Nemesis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm back! Well then again, not exactly "back" considering that i last updated over a week ago but nevertheless its about time i start updating regularly again. And so the Grand Finale has finally concluded with Nemesis Legion topping the leaderboard over a closely contested final leg for the overall championship against Delta Rovers and i'm glad to say that its been "one heck of a season". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now its rather funny how people label me as "the paintball guy" as most go around saying, "oh Nick? Yeah the paintball guy." Well, i do not see it as a bad thing but neither does it sound very appleasing either as I am just another individual who is really passionate towards this sport. So you know i do have a life more than paintballing. Matter of fact even writing in this blog expresses my other sense of interest aside from paintball as i do enjoy venturing into food and travel. However, gone are the days of sitting in front of the television set with a piece of paper, a pencil and a calculator watching Formula 1 as my favourite racing magazine F1 Racing went bust. I guess it really shows how much times have changed especially after the recent economic downturn. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402764735871471234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Svp55vagToI/AAAAAAAABGs/b1OpAaH1guU/s400/meat-counter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a more positive note, I rather was surprised at how much impact the traditional superstitions still had on people today despite living in the modern age. I paid a visit to the local supermarket to shop for some food and i was rather stunned at what i experienced at the meat counter. Here's the conversation in actual words.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; Hi miss, may i please have 4 slices of ham?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady :&lt;/strong&gt; Boy, do you know what 4 means in cantonese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; Errr... yes? *raises eyebrows*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady :&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, it means die. I can't give you 4. Decide whether to take 3 or 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mind literally froze dead in its tracks at that very moment wondering if this lady / woman / girl was mad or something. After all, she didn't took too old to believe in these superstitions. Matter of fact, she looked as if she was 23 or so and i thought only the older generations believed in stuff like that. So eventually......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; What?! Okay...i'll take 3. Well you do know that you could have made an extra ham sale there right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady :&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry kiddo. My life is worth more than money made from a slice of ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; *scratches head and walks away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosh if this lady was caught by her manager, she could be ready to look for another job but then again, its superstitions so i guess its something that needs to be respected. I gotta admit that its funny how an extra slice of ham can kill you though.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Svp27ifX5rI/AAAAAAAABGk/seyy72DKl7Y/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402761468227086002" style="WIDTH: 35px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 29px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Svp27ifX5rI/AAAAAAAABGk/seyy72DKl7Y/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-8887655589776760326?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/8887655589776760326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/11/superstition-vs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/8887655589776760326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/8887655589776760326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/11/superstition-vs.html' title='Superstitions vs $$$'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Svp2fPIkk8I/AAAAAAAABGc/eC-uRMfn_P8/s72-c/Nemesis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-8181811020409168450</id><published>2009-11-01T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:01:54.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello beloved readers, I would certainly understand if you're all starting to get really annoyed at me for not updating. Well, if you're anxiously wishing this was a proper update, unfortunately, you're not getting it. At least not for now because......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399380975958274178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Su50Y_b-sII/AAAAAAAABFU/CRdhVkJNmxw/s400/MY-NPL09-WHITE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Firstly, i'd like to thank my own team, d'Halloween for allowing me to guest for a team called Grammaton Clerics in this coming event. It will certainly be an eye opening experience as i prepare for 2010 seeing that the seniors will be moving up to Division 2. All the best to my beloved family of d'Halloween and may the force be with you not only in this final event but for many more tournaments to come. I hope we do not cross paths early in the preliminaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Secondly, i'd like to thank my hosting team, Team Grammaton Clerics for giving me this opportunity to play with them in their second event. No words can describe how grateful I am to be given a chance to play alongside a bunch of new but very determined paintballers. It will undoubtfully be an eye opening experience and I will certainly give my very best in assisting this fired up team finish on a high in the final MY-NPL event of 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lastly, my dear friends and readers, do come and support us during the Grand Finale held at MAPAAC, Petaling Jaya which is located next to the rugby field just behind the Tun Hussien Onn Eye Hospital. The most notable landmarks there would be the St. Paul's Church or Amcorp Mall. Tournament will be held on the 7th and 8th November 2009. Just drop by anytime during the day and enjoy yourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I shall now leave you to indulge in the Highlight Reel of the 2008 MY-NPL Grand Finale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399397158329889874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Su6DG7eBtFI/AAAAAAAABF8/xclS3TJop88/s400/2174f9d1e0884ee9a7493e424c7887a0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Su6DGSutzTI/AAAAAAAABFs/hNtetJ1lvBE/s1600-h/15d79be435de410091b9abd45e940985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399397147394034994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Su6DGSutzTI/AAAAAAAABFs/hNtetJ1lvBE/s400/15d79be435de410091b9abd45e940985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Su6DGNuVUXI/AAAAAAAABFk/XqI3Z_7oi8Y/s1600-h/9c2bec2745c24f629da3e8a765af7e0a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399397146050253170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Su6DGNuVUXI/AAAAAAAABFk/XqI3Z_7oi8Y/s400/9c2bec2745c24f629da3e8a765af7e0a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Su6DGA5I7_I/AAAAAAAABFc/KfB6jUES7c4/s1600-h/06f6528338964c408bddbcc088945369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399397142605918194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Su6DGA5I7_I/AAAAAAAABFc/KfB6jUES7c4/s400/06f6528338964c408bddbcc088945369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-8181811020409168450?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/8181811020409168450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-beloved-readers-i-would-certainly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/8181811020409168450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/8181811020409168450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-beloved-readers-i-would-certainly.html' title=''/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Su50Y_b-sII/AAAAAAAABFU/CRdhVkJNmxw/s72-c/MY-NPL09-WHITE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-5508801386505745674</id><published>2009-10-08T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:34:24.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Virtual Résumé</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It has been a really long time since i actually posted something productive up here so i figured its about time i did. After all, I'd like my readers to know that the author of this blog isn't just a pure joker who is full of trash but perhaps with a unique balanced sense of humour. Now here's an interesting fact. Everyone has, at some point, appeared naked, drunk, unconscious, rude, crude or felonious online. Alright, probably not everyone, but surf the Net and that's certainly the impression you'll get. On social networks like MySpace and Facebook, you can find pages only a hedonist would love : "Thirty Reasons Girls Should Call It A Night" or "Beer Pong Dream Team. Whatever it may be, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Here's something that i found from www.careerbuilder.com. Hiring managers checked out job candidates online and discovered these cyber-skeletons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31% - Lied about qualifications&lt;br /&gt;24% - Were linked to criminal behavior&lt;br /&gt;19% - Bad mouthed their former company&lt;br /&gt;19% - Boasted about drinking and doing drugs&lt;br /&gt;15% - Shared confidential information from former employers&lt;br /&gt;11% - Posted provocative photographs&lt;br /&gt;8% - Used an unprofessional screen name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There's a photo of a young man named James on yet another page. He's passed out and his friends have sketched scars, a moustache and a graffiti on his face. Tiffy is there too. She's wasted and naked and has her head resting on the toilet seat. Her photo comment? "Not my finest hour. . . what a classy chick!" This generation didn't invent stupidity, of course; its just for the whole world to see. And that's the rub. Employers are getting savvier about looking you up online. How? In most cases, by googling your name. More and more companies are runing online background checks of prospective hires and 43% of those potential bosses short listed them based on what they found out about them online. As one consultant mentioned, "Your Google results are your new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;cite  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Résumé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiring someone is a risky business and employers don't like surprises. They look at what people post and wonder, is that new salesperson, the one who flashed her boobs on collegehumor.com, likely to do the same at a company business convention? Will the new guy in advertising turn off clients with his endless chatter of his World Of Warcraft score? Well the easiest way of dealing with this potential problem is to tackle it before making a hire. Miscreants and university kids aren't the only ones running into trouble. Their parents are no better.One candidate for a position selling software was a shoo-in for the $100,000 a year job. Until the employer took a peek at his MySpace page and saw this "40 years old fella and like 'em younger!". In other words, they don't always grasp the fact that first impressions are often last impressions. They figure, i'm a good person and eventually everyone will see that. Teachers will give you the "benefit of the doubt" but employers aren't rushing themselves to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all make mistakes but posting a picture of yourself in Power Rangers underwear isn't just a mistake. Its pure stupidity to the eyes of an employer and it shows bad judgment, and companies hate bad judgment. So what do you do about that picture now that you're looking for a job? TAKE IT DOWN! Like duhh!! As well as anything that can be construed as offensive. But what if the picture is now on other sites? After all, a friend can post your photo on his Facebook or some place less secure. And from there, it can be posted on another site. In other words, you're no longer in control of your photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Here's some simple yet effective ways to protect your virtual résumé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;cite  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't post anything obnoxious, lewd and don't trash former employers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Switch your Facebook/MySpace accounts to "PRIVATE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Edit what friends write on your "wall". You'll be held accountable for their stupidty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't write anything on someone else's profile that can come back and haunt you in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Google yourself regularly or better yet, sign up for a Google Alert, which will notify you when your name is mentioned online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Think of your profile as a public relations tool. Use it to present accomplishments and creativity, not to attack others and settle scores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Avoid crazy email addresses. I know of people who got their Résumé's turned down because of email addresses like imafool, imsotired and &lt;a href="mailto:thedirthead@%20hotmail.com"&gt;thedirthead@ hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;Let's face it, most of us have done something we regret. It's called being human. But tossing stupidity of ourselves online is another matter. For some, it's even become an addiction with people posting nicknames as "I'm The Moron Of The 21st Century". Young or old, students and execs turn into exhibitionists, putting every aspect of their lives on public display. Yes, it can be freeing, a little naughty but don't forget that it also can be completely misunderstood. But should those of us posting pictures of ourselves prancing around in our undies be given a second chance? Well in a forgiving, kindly environment, yes but in a business environment, i'll allow you do decide. &lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-5508801386505745674?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/5508801386505745674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/10/virtual-resume.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/5508801386505745674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/5508801386505745674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/10/virtual-resume.html' title='A Virtual Résumé'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-7608468686225002982</id><published>2009-10-04T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T10:41:35.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SsjeQYAGwRI/AAAAAAAABEk/-OpQCkxSs4Y/s1600-h/111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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In fact, some say that these roadside stalls are the ones that truly reflect on the culture of Malaysians. However, for me personally, that's not the case for now especially when the economic crisis starts to bite the store owners by the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Just last weekend, i had a few friends who come to visit me all the way from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Hence, i decided to take them for a meal of my favorite "Char Koay Teow", since they heard so much about the age-old recipe of flat noodles, fried with big juicy cockles. But to my horror, the owner of the stall had now put his Indonesian maid in his place, almost pretty much in charge of the whole stall, cooking up plates of soggy noodles while the owner's nowhere to be seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I don't like condemning foreign people cooking our local food, but then again, what does a foreigner know about the Malaysian cuisine? Yes it is agreeable that certain foreigners can prepare our local cuisine better than we locals can but to have an Indonesian maid to prepare our all-time favorite "Char Koay Teow" is just a no-no. Even if it has got to be done, let it be behind closed doors. Its a shame that more and more local hawkers are throwing their years of experience in the name of profit making. Well it is indeed a bargain to pay a mere sum of money to someone who is able to cook, clean, manage your stall and even clean your house but if this scenario continues and we, Malaysians start adapting to this mentality, even the best cook in the world will be unwilling to put his heart and soul into preparing a near perfect meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Meanwhile, there are some who are jumping into the food industry just because of its lucrative income and profits. For many of these aspiring entrepreneurs, the quality of food is sacrificed for its quantity. The declining quality makes these things a shame is the quality of food that is served in a country once known as a "melting pot of the culinary world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for us as consumers to begin voicing our concern for this decline in quality. On another note, it is also a smart way in helping us to revive the tourism industry in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Maybe some of us should ponder on the thought of boycotting stalls that are depriving us a hearty meal of Malaysian cuisine. Well, i know for sure that i will be one of them. I for one will never visit that "Char Koay Teow" stall again until the quality of the food is improved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-2483238489943979576?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/2483238489943979576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/10/paradise-of-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/2483238489943979576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/2483238489943979576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/10/paradise-of-food.html' title='Paradise Of Food??'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/SSVxYD1QvoI/AAAAAAAAA1E/zawW1nnrty4/s72-c/9013-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-5266460746259597791</id><published>2009-09-25T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:44:29.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;''and so the hamster dies from breaking its tooth over ........... *to be continued*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Anti climax? Totally. I have totally no idea why i did that but some people literally choose what they wanna read so the best solution obviously would be to keep your little eyes hooked to whatever my brain juice tastes like today. Okay whatever. Now back to the hamster story, i was surprised when i saw my friend's hamster chewing on the steel frames of its cage when i turned on the music on the computer. Don't get any ideas. Okay, fine I switched on the music. Better? I needed to kill all of your dirty ideas, yes people, you know who you are. I've got a long list of candidates that i wasn't able to shortlist them within the short time frame given. So yes, music does make the rodents you keep at home do funny stuff. Real funny stuff. Did i tell you that it started climbing upside down of its cage upon listening to the songs? Gotta admit, it reminds me of a friend who goes high as the lights go out. Yes, i'm talking about you. Muahahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;On a more disgusting note, time to share a bit of a torrid experience. I take the railways to work almost each and every day, that it becomes a daily routine of being in harms way. Its the biological attack of something more deadly than the current ongoing H1N1 virus. The biological attack of 3 components. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cigarette breath + Body Odor + Cologne = TOTAL WIPEOUT OF NASAL Sensory Cells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;For those who don't know what NASAL Sensory Cells are, let me put them in the most informal way i can ever think of to ensure its merely understandable. They are the stuff that detect smell that corresponds with your brains to send chemicals around your body to execute your reactions,&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;TO RUN AWAY OR NOT TO RUN AWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Guys &amp;amp; girls, if you wanna smoke, 2 simple rules : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;Step 1:&lt;/span&gt; NEVER FORGET THE D-E-O..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;Step 2:&lt;/span&gt; For God's sake, don't mix the great fragrances of Giorgio Armani and the stuff you pay for to help your legal one claim YOUR insurance, Pak Cik DUNHILL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Smoking is just not my thing, but neither am i against people who smoke. I'm fine with people who smoke but I'm just against people who try to kill me with an easily homemade airborne biological bomb. I might just have to carry a can of air freshener in the future to kill the pride of someone you know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;I'm just listening to Everything by Lifehouse. Its an amazing song written about what God has done for us. Personally, I see it for what God has personally done for me. Having had so many close calls in life in this 18 years and 9 months, it certainly shows that its no miracle that i'm able to still do the things i love and to share what i've experienced this very day. Talking about God being a living God and not a mere coincidence or a miracle, it brought back an experience where God gave me a second chance at life. I have always grew up, being one heck of a curious kid to the extend that i almost drowned. It was a hot and sunny day along the beaches of Penang. At the age of 4, i remember myself being in the swimming pool of a hotel alone, and I was ever so curious to swim alone in the deep end. It had a depth of over 3 metres and i was kept afloat with nothing more than a pair of arm floats that barely kept me afloat due to the heavy mass in body fat. Yes, i was a fat kid back then. A not so extreme but quite a fat kid for my age. Wandering around like a headless chicken, i wasn't aware that the floor was beyond the reach of my feet that by the time i realized it, i was pretty much over one and the half metres submerged into the water. I struggled and struggled despite the amount of water i drank, not to forget the panic i went thru. It happened so fast that whatever that was in my head at that moment was nothing but the fear of drowning. Miraculously, I just remembered seeing a bright light and I felt an arm pulling me up to the surface, putting my feet on the shallow waters of the pool. I remember that there was absolutely no one around me, absolutely no one close to me, and absolutely no adult nor lifeguard around but I believe it was the saving grace of God that saved me that very day. It is true that i may have fallen off the path, but i believe that its my testimony that gives me hope in life today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;It is the hope and the light of God that saved my life that today, i feel as if i'm free. I really find it amusing after having such an awful day, feeling all helpless and hopeless. It was just that one moment of devotion to God that made this much of a difference. Time and time again we forget but its the love of God that assures us that we are not forsaken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;“Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(136,0,51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Hebrews 13:5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-5266460746259597791?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/5266460746259597791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-so-hamster-dies-from-breaking-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/5266460746259597791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/5266460746259597791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-so-hamster-dies-from-breaking-its.html' title=''/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-6072555255603192404</id><published>2009-09-25T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T07:03:29.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perceptions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.E.D Syndrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tired. Exhausted. Drained.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Urgh. I feel awful. I feel odd. I can't think straight. Matter of fact, I haven't been able to think straight for a few days now and its starting to freak the living daylight outta me. I suspect a spiritual disturbance in my heart but somehow I can't be sure. I have been getting this very unusual feeling that something tragic is about to happen or rather has already happened but here i stand, completely unsure of the turmoil in my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The last time i personally experienced a moment like that was back in 2005 when the deadly tsunami struck the South East Asia and robbed thousands of lives, not to forget the millions left homeless by the catastrophic disaster. Memories of the tragic moment still freshly linger along the outskirts of my mind as i remembered seeing everyone including myself who were completely isolated from reality from the 4 day 3 night stay in the jungle, holding on to the newspapers with eyes completely glued to the headlines. Phones started ringing, messages started coming in, tears started flowing. It was a mere sight of sheer heartbreak and worry as people started calling relatives around the country, praying that that they made it through one of the most tragic disasters ever recorded in Asia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;By the saving grace God, i am glad that none of my friends or relatives were hurt in this catastrophic phenomena. I just pray that despite feeling this awkwardness again after 4 years, nothing will happen. Rumors and studies have given different results to say that the end of the world is coming, but whether those words said are true or not, I leave it to God to decide if i deserve another day on this earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-6072555255603192404?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/6072555255603192404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/09/t.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/6072555255603192404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/6072555255603192404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/09/t.html' title=''/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-3703604559166771843</id><published>2009-09-22T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:16:31.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;PEOPLE I CALL FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; PART 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It don't matter where they come from, what they do or what they are. These people made a significant impact to my life and i guess that's all that matters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Srj4AoY-a_I/AAAAAAAABD4/5USphE4gg2g/s1600-h/Nick1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Srj4AoY-a_I/AAAAAAAABD4/5USphE4gg2g/s400/Nick1" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384326044247288818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Srj4CXKdnzI/AAAAAAAABEQ/zUYhXHHT2gc/s1600-h/9929_168284074250_503619250_3708779_5590429_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Srj4CXKdnzI/AAAAAAAABEQ/zUYhXHHT2gc/s400/9929_168284074250_503619250_3708779_5590429_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384326073982754610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Srj4DBtHHVI/AAAAAAAABEY/Na1thtXyEqY/s1600-h/9929_168863904250_503619250_3715814_7947915_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Srj4BDxE8bI/AAAAAAAABEA/tPav0uiy-9A/s400/Nick11" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384326051596136882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Srjy6C6byDI/AAAAAAAABDQ/t1d_gH-DWr8/s1600-h/Nick1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-3703604559166771843?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/3703604559166771843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/09/people-i-call-family-part-1-it-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/3703604559166771843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/3703604559166771843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/09/people-i-call-family-part-1-it-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Srj4AoY-a_I/AAAAAAAABD4/5USphE4gg2g/s72-c/Nick1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-1334080590364417366</id><published>2009-09-16T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:28:07.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage more garbage and even more garbage'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://barfblog.foodsafety.ksu.edu/HappyCow.jpg" src="http://barfblog.foodsafety.ksu.edu/HappyCow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember the Dutch Lady ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is rather funny how i once thought that since milk is white in colour, ALL cows were white. Can you imagine what had happened when i came across chocolate milk? You guessed that right. I instantly thought that chocolate milk came from BROWN cows. It made loads of sense to me back in my kiddie days since chocolate milk is brown in colour. Random much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 437px; height: 290px;" alt="http://www.grannybuttons.com/granny_buttons/WindowsLiveWriter/Curious%20cows%206819b.jpg" src="http://www.grannybuttons.com/granny_buttons/WindowsLiveWriter/Curious%20cows%206819b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meet the 12 dairies (From left to right) :&lt;/span&gt; Dila Ariff, Jane Tai, Benedict Hiew, David Sia, Dudu Goh, Ashikin Yee, Aris Raphael Khoo, Jenn, Marcus Yuen, Karen Lim, Christine Yap, and of course, Joel Ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh no no, that's not the end of it. You ain't running away. Remember back then when Nestle invested heavily in promoting their NEW Koko Crunch cereal? I recall my sister asking me, "koh koh, where did Koko Crunch come from?" My sister is 2 years younger than me, and we were only 7 and 5 when she asked. Answering blindly, my instant answer was "I think they come from white cows with black spots" and i certainly had my logic behind it, "because Koko Crunch is somewhat close to black in colour. Amazing how wild my childhood imagination became that i came to a conclusion that Koko Crunch came from those cowboy bulls. Which part did it come out from? Well let's not go there. I never thought about it anyhoo considering there was only one word that Nestle always promoted, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;"POP! There goes Koko Crunch!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If anyone wishes to ask me why i'm talking about cows? I've really got no idea. The medulla oblongata of my head is growing a mind of its own which is therefore causing a mental imbalance in my head that made me instantly think of bull + shit = bullshit. Okay this isn't making any sense. The bed is where i wanna be. Time to cool off the mental stress and get ready to rock the airwaves at work tomorrow. Ever wondered how the word "bed" looks like a bed? BeeeeeD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Timeout. Enough &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bull &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;shit&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crap&lt;/span&gt; for today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xtionpaintball.com/forum/Smileys/classic/lipsrsealed.gif" alt="Lips Sealed" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.xtionpaintball.com/forum/Smileys/classic/lipsrsealed.gif" alt="Lips Sealed" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.xtionpaintball.com/forum/Smileys/classic/lipsrsealed.gif" alt="Lips Sealed" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-1334080590364417366?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/1334080590364417366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/09/remember-dutch-lady-it-is-rather-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/1334080590364417366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/1334080590364417366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/09/remember-dutch-lady-it-is-rather-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-7833678085310269768</id><published>2009-09-16T00:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:36:54.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Say ELO to Abril. At least that's what i wanted to name this template after coming across numerous templates with funny but extremely random names. Don't get what I'm saying? How about a template named Pork and Beans? No kidding. I'll even leave you the link to find out. &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://btemplates.com/2009/09/11/pork-and-beans/"&gt;PORK AND BEANS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Nick/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://porkandbeans-btemplates.blogspot.com/" rel="external nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://btemplates.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Pork-and-beans.jpg" alt="live demo" class="preview" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm certainly glad in a way that i have disappeared from the blogger world for quite awhile, but now seeing that too many new layouts emerged from talented designers, i'm left in a dilemma so serious that i'm losing hair off my head. I used to have a problem in finding a suitable template that would suit to my liking but today, I'm having a tough task trying to even decide which to pick cuz they are like hundred dollar notes scattered all over the floor and with only 5 seconds to spare, you don't know which to pick up! Scrolling over countless pages of layouts, it took me over 45 minutes to decide on this template, and i'll admit, MR PORK AND BEANS ended up as one of my possible candidates to camwhore on this page, losing out to Mr Abril by just half a brain cell a vote. Right now I'm so sick of listening to COLDPLAY because the whole playlist went on and on for over 5 times, playing the same songs over and over.Ever been in a situation where you'd just wanna silence the same song ringing in your ears over and over and over and over again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/confused.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/confused.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/confused.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/confused.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/confused.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/confused.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/confused.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/confused.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/confused.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/confused.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, its funny to see how much blogging has become the "in" thing among most Malaysians today, not only to teenagers but to even the older generation. I once came across a toothless old man who won movie tickets from Nuffnang to watch any movie of his choice. Now who said old people are dumb and useless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://blog.80millionmoviesfree.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Gamer.jpg" src="http://blog.80millionmoviesfree.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Gamer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAMER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, no its an awful movie. I almost puked last week's lunch out in the cinema within the first 15 minutes of the movie. Don't be fooled by your DREAM VIDEOGAME movie. It certainly isn't starring Solid Snake of the Metal Gear Solid trilogy neither was it Sam Fisher of Splinter Cell. No doubt it is really interesting to have a live human being controlled in a videogame, but i just didn't find the thrill in it because the HERO a.k.a the supahstah of the movie didn't get complete control of himself. It is arguable that it is a videogame but i felt the main persona had a lot more to offer than be tied like a puppet. I also though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;t it was just absurd that they filmed pretty much the whole movie with a hand held camera. It swayed so much that i hardly got the piece of action that was going on. I'd be surprised if it made it to the Oscars this year but i highly doubt it. Its not a bad movie, neither was it very good. I guess these are my reviews to the movie but i'm sure there are others like Terrence and my brother who MIGHT have enjoyed the movie. *evil laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/5906/clap2bc6.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/5906/clap2bc6.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/5906/clap2bc6.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/5906/clap2bc6.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/5906/clap2bc6.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/5906/clap2bc6.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/5906/clap2bc6.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/5906/clap2bc6.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/5906/clap2bc6.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/5906/clap2bc6.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/5906/clap2bc6.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/5906/clap2bc6.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/5906/clap2bc6.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/5906/clap2bc6.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Till then, i need to register for Nuffnang. hehehe. must convince them that i'm a worthy FREE TICKET OWNER. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;*dreams of free movie tickets*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-7833678085310269768?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/7833678085310269768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/09/say-elo-to-abril.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/7833678085310269768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/7833678085310269768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/09/say-elo-to-abril.html' title='1st'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611262484465068605.post-2963466501515022860</id><published>2009-05-26T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T09:26:44.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pioneer To Shaping The Next Generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339717513687060834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Shp8yaQ_0WI/AAAAAAAABB8/87PkUTNgco8/s320/123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me (The New Kid by Ash) &amp;amp; Kak Fie (The Team Manager a.k.a Brainstormer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My jaws literally dropped beyond my own recognition when i realized they weren't biologically attached as a family but as a family of paintballers. It is Team d'Halloween that i proudly speak of. Never once I could ever imagine that a sport of paintball could bring such unity among one another, let alone a bunch of people who were once strangers with nothing in common but an itch for a game of paintball. Spearheaded by a family that i have much respect for, Ikhwan Chen and his wife, Fifi Rahman, not to forget their two little children Qistina and Abang Boi, i was deeply inspired by the way they stayed close to one another as a family. Perhaps having not only one of the most catchy tagline but also a meaningful one really explains this team's personality and trademark with Ijan, Ash, Amin, Amir, Farid, Seth and Ridz coming along the way. As time goes by, i believe more and more lives will be changed by the unity that this team possesses. For now, i shall roll some pictures to share their past success and my first experience playing alongside a team that made a mark in my life, Team D'Halloween.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339727750629344498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/ShqGGR2OxPI/AAAAAAAABCc/iiAA4Pev0LU/s320/4150_84898639449_575074449_1641313_4914080_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kak Fie &amp;amp; Myself against Seth &amp;amp; Abg Boi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339727762975274450" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/ShqGG_1utdI/AAAAAAAABCk/TA7PfE6WFwA/s320/n575074449_1465273_4122196.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Above : 2nd Runner Up @ ISSC 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339727749739163554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/ShqGGOh_r6I/AAAAAAAABCU/1GxZmzrSygU/s320/4150_84898384449_575074449_1641310_6384795_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Above : See what i meant by family unity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/ShqGGMhyusI/AAAAAAAABCM/v01aKWcFhls/s1600-h/4150_84898364449_575074449_1641307_2262566_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339727749201443522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 173px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/ShqGGMhyusI/AAAAAAAABCM/v01aKWcFhls/s320/4150_84898364449_575074449_1641307_2262566_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cayote Ate The Snake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339727744271028882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/ShqGF6KSkpI/AAAAAAAABCE/NitJRM2IKIg/s320/456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admire this shot of myself and Kak Fie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;"WE PLAY FOR FUN AND WE FIGHT AS ONE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~d'halloween~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611262484465068605-2963466501515022860?l=nicololosproperty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/feeds/2963466501515022860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/05/pioneer-to-shaping-next-generation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/2963466501515022860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611262484465068605/posts/default/2963466501515022860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicololosproperty.blogspot.com/2009/05/pioneer-to-shaping-next-generation.html' title='A Pioneer To Shaping The Next Generation'/><author><name>NiCK^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Ssje5OtrxHI/AAAAAAAABEs/-96qEbNlXic/S220/1234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-l6gujOcUws/Shp8yaQ_0WI/AAAAAAAABB8/87PkUTNgco8/s72-c/123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
