<?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-5672297804904080930</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:39:17.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Nic of Time</title><subtitle type='html'>Existence, Experience, Eternity</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicodemuskid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672297804904080930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicodemuskid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicolas Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12338085702384592683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fVifP5yYWWw/SUc0tJKYvqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UG80py651Lo/S220/Nic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672297804904080930.post-2943191365093902026</id><published>2009-01-19T22:58:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T01:07:47.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simple Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you must know that a Town Mouse once upon a time went on a&lt;br /&gt;visit to his cousin in the country.  He was rough and ready, this&lt;br /&gt;cousin, but he loved his town friend and made him heartily&lt;br /&gt;welcome.  Beans and bacon, cheese and bread, were all he had to&lt;br /&gt;offer, but he offered them freely.  The Town Mouse rather turned&lt;br /&gt;up his long nose at this country fare, and said: "I cannot&lt;br /&gt;understand, Cousin, how you can put up with such poor food as&lt;br /&gt;this, but of course you cannot expect anything better in the&lt;br /&gt;country; come you with me and I will show you how to live.  When&lt;br /&gt;you have been in town a week you will wonder how you could ever&lt;br /&gt;have stood a country life."  No sooner said than done: the two&lt;br /&gt;mice set off for the town and arrived at the Town Mouse's&lt;br /&gt;residence late at night.  "You will want some refreshment after&lt;br /&gt;our long journey," said the polite Town Mouse, and took his friend&lt;br /&gt;into the grand dining-room.  There they found the remains of a&lt;br /&gt;fine feast, and soon the two mice were eating up jellies and cakes&lt;br /&gt;and all that was nice.  Suddenly they heard growling and barking.&lt;br /&gt;"What is that?" said the Country Mouse.  "It is only the dogs of&lt;br /&gt;the house," answered the other.  "Only!" said the Country Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;"I do not like that music at my dinner."  Just at that moment the&lt;br /&gt;door flew open, in came two huge mastiffs, and the two mice had to&lt;br /&gt;scamper down and run off.  "Good-bye, Cousin," said the Country&lt;br /&gt;Mouse, "What! going so soon?" said the other.  "Yes," he replied;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Better beans and bacon in peace than cakes and ale in fear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While I was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Terengganu&lt;/span&gt; to drop my sister back for the new semester it made me realize how simple the life people live there. No big shopping malls, no traffic jams, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mamaks&lt;/span&gt; and 7-11 every corners. Family institution is strong and people are not so individualistic. Such a peaceful and relaxing place to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Being a city boy, growing up in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lumpur&lt;/span&gt; has been astounding. Shopping malls and buildings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;poping&lt;/span&gt; up like mushrooms, new roads, new tolls, McDonald's and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;KFC's&lt;/span&gt; going 24-7 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fastfood&lt;/span&gt; chains are blooming faster than 7-11. People are in their own world, kids playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PSPs&lt;/span&gt;, teens listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ipods&lt;/span&gt;, parents on phones all the time. Such gloomy and tense feeling every corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With all the pursuing of gadgets and knowledge we would become more efficient, more work is done to obtain pride and wealth. But along the way we get lost in relationships, health, our sanity. As the world advance in many ways, social issues like poverty, violence, pollution, injustice, discrimination, crime, as well as abortion and autism to name a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe that with education and knowledge will make us a better person yet statistic and facts tells us otherwise. We have seen, heard and some of us have experienced the consequence of social ills. Have we lost our way? Should we get back to basics of being human? Is less more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5672297804904080930-2943191365093902026?l=nicodemuskid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicodemuskid.blogspot.com/feeds/2943191365093902026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicodemuskid.blogspot.com/2009/01/simple-life.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672297804904080930/posts/default/2943191365093902026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672297804904080930/posts/default/2943191365093902026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicodemuskid.blogspot.com/2009/01/simple-life.html' title='The Simple Life'/><author><name>Nicolas Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12338085702384592683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fVifP5yYWWw/SUc0tJKYvqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UG80py651Lo/S220/Nic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672297804904080930.post-1748282713798077402</id><published>2009-01-01T18:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T01:52:32.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy Who Cried Wolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;There was once a young Shepherd Boy who tended his sheep at the foot of a mountain near a dark forest.  It was rather lonely for him all day, so he thought upon a plan by which he could get a little company and some excitement.  He rushed down towards the village calling out "Wolf, Wolf," and the villagers came out to meet him, and some of them stopped with him for a considerable time.  This pleased the boy so much that a few days afterwards he tried the same trick, and again the villagers came to his help. But shortly after this a Wolf actually did come out from the forest, and began to worry the sheep, and the boy of course cried out "Wolf, Wolf," still louder than before.  But this time the villagers, who had been fooled twice before, thought the boy was again deceiving them, and nobody stirred to come to his help.  So the Wolf made a good meal off the boy's flock, and when the boy complained, the wise man of the village said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "A liar will not be believed, even when he speaks the truth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lying was a habit since I was a child. During my primary school days I use to lie to my parents to buy magazines and junk food. The worst part of it was stealing stuff from 7-11 and selling them in school to have more money to spend. I got caught several times stealing and lying from my parents and punishment was painfully memorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The moral of the fable was learned the hard way when my parents doubted me even when I started to tell the truth and stopped lying.   I only discovered that being honest has it's rewards as I continued to be truthful and my parents began to trust me. After all telling the truth is way much easier then lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Growing older now, lying is a whole new level. We lie to gain attention, acceptance, to maintain a secret or reputation, protect someone's feelings or to avoid a punishment. Fabrication, Bluffing, Misleading, Exaggeration, White lies, Noble lies..., all Deceptive. When gray areas surface,   tolerance happens. Do we still believe a lie is still a lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There can be two alternative consequences of lying: it may be discovered or remain undiscovered. When a lie is discovered, the state of mind and behavior of the liar is no longer predictable. Is telling the truth not that hard after all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5672297804904080930-1748282713798077402?l=nicodemuskid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicodemuskid.blogspot.com/feeds/1748282713798077402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicodemuskid.blogspot.com/2009/01/boy-who-cried-wolf.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672297804904080930/posts/default/1748282713798077402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672297804904080930/posts/default/1748282713798077402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicodemuskid.blogspot.com/2009/01/boy-who-cried-wolf.html' title='The Boy Who Cried Wolf'/><author><name>Nicolas Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12338085702384592683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fVifP5yYWWw/SUc0tJKYvqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UG80py651Lo/S220/Nic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672297804904080930.post-3443719893464298998</id><published>2008-12-16T15:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:41:13.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Man·y Kings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Been mesmerize by this song whole week. The song is a great display of The Father God amazing love for each of us. A great reminder for the reason of Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-012979664988673423 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ulY2KPmpMwk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-012979664988673423 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ulY2KPmpMwk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-012979664988673423 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ulY2KPmpMwk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-012979664988673423 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ulY2KPmpMwk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-012979664988673423 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ulY2KPmpMwk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-012979664988673423 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ulY2KPmpMwk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-012979664988673423 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ulY2KPmpMwk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ulY2KPmpMwk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ulY2KPmpMwk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Downhere - How Many Kings  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the star to a place unexpected&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe, after all we've  projected&lt;br /&gt;A child in a manger?&lt;br /&gt;Lowly and small, the weakest of  all&lt;br /&gt;Unlikeliest hero, wrapped in his mother's shawl -&lt;br /&gt;Just a child&lt;br /&gt;Is  this who we've waited for? 'cause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many kings step down  from their thrones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many lords have abandoned their homes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many  greats have become the least for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And how many gods have poured out their  hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To romance a world that is torn all apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many fathers gave up  their sons for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing our gifts for the newborn Savior&lt;br /&gt;All that  we have, whether costly or meek&lt;br /&gt;Because we believe&lt;br /&gt;Gold for his honor, and  frankincense for his pleasure&lt;br /&gt;And myrrh for the cross he will suffer&lt;br /&gt;Do  you believe?&lt;br /&gt;Is this who we've waited for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Only one did  that for me.&lt;br /&gt;All for me, all for you&lt;br /&gt;All for me, all for  you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Only one did that for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5672297804904080930-3443719893464298998?l=nicodemuskid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicodemuskid.blogspot.com/feeds/3443719893464298998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicodemuskid.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-many-kings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672297804904080930/posts/default/3443719893464298998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672297804904080930/posts/default/3443719893464298998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicodemuskid.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-many-kings.html' title='How Man·y Kings'/><author><name>Nicolas Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12338085702384592683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fVifP5yYWWw/SUc0tJKYvqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UG80py651Lo/S220/Nic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672297804904080930.post-7450801299219005872</id><published>2008-12-16T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:25:49.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im·pa·tient driv·er</title><content type='html'>Had an accident while I was on my way to class, it was at a traffic light junction while the light turn yellow and the car in-front of me stop but the impatient me was expecting the car to move. This was not the first time I it happen in fact it's the same junction and situation which had cost quite a few knock on my car. To date I have had a couple of accidents as such since started driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The impatient driver in me believes people should drive faster while the traffic light turns yellow and drivers should leave as little gap in between cars to avoid wasting road space which are reasons I break late and bang into bumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy that I bang into was generous enough to bare more then half of the damage repair which the remaining I've to fork out. I thank God for the minimal price i had to pay but I am even more grateful that God is leading me to change the impatient person I am and the repairing work He is doing to the damaged me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5672297804904080930-7450801299219005872?l=nicodemuskid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicodemuskid.blogspot.com/feeds/7450801299219005872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicodemuskid.blogspot.com/2008/12/impatient-driver.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672297804904080930/posts/default/7450801299219005872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672297804904080930/posts/default/7450801299219005872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicodemuskid.blogspot.com/2008/12/impatient-driver.html' title='im·pa·tient driv·er'/><author><name>Nicolas Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12338085702384592683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fVifP5yYWWw/SUc0tJKYvqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UG80py651Lo/S220/Nic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672297804904080930.post-2871073372812432436</id><published>2008-12-16T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:25:13.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a·new</title><content type='html'>&lt;script&gt;play_w2("A0297200")&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Starting fresh once more with a new blog, wanna do things differently. This blog is going to be a reminder of the steps and lesson learn in my journey of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Psalm 78:7 (New Living Translation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-15096" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; So each generation should set its hope &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;anew &lt;/span&gt;on God,&lt;br /&gt; not forgetting his glorious miracles&lt;br /&gt; and obeying his commands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ephesians 2:10 (New Living Translation)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-NLT-29199" class="sup"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;anew &lt;/span&gt;in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.&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/5672297804904080930-2871073372812432436?l=nicodemuskid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicodemuskid.blogspot.com/feeds/2871073372812432436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicodemuskid.blogspot.com/2008/12/anew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672297804904080930/posts/default/2871073372812432436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672297804904080930/posts/default/2871073372812432436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicodemuskid.blogspot.com/2008/12/anew.html' title='a·new'/><author><name>Nicolas Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12338085702384592683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fVifP5yYWWw/SUc0tJKYvqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UG80py651Lo/S220/Nic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
