<?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-4096981592132988014</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:16:38.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the blog of...</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cooltext.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.cooltext.com/18772.jpg" width="582" height="67" alt="Jim and the singing hamster" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Image by &lt;a href="http://cooltext.com"&gt;Cool Text: Logo and Button Generator&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://cooltext.com/Logo-Design?LogoID=137369977"&gt;Create Your Own&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-3269997118918710404</id><published>2009-05-18T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:34:46.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hammy's back, again...</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/_94jrjVRk290/SWFJAIlchSI/AAAAAAAAADI/uYWC3WqXawU/s320/RawFoodPhotosDec08+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_94jrjVRk290/SWFJAIlchSI/AAAAAAAAADI/uYWC3WqXawU/s320/RawFoodPhotosDec08+026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys...Hammy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all must be wondering, where had I been? Holiday? Traveling? Haha, no no no. I had been slacking actually. Becoming fatter everyday. Jim tells me that I'm becoming more and more like a tennis ball rather than a fat hamster. Munching on sunflower seeds everyday , what do you expect? Hahaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I had to get back to my normal routine, and that is to type, and type and type with my paws. Jim tells me that it will keep my in shape (not keep me round of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim had been preeeeetty busy with his work , assignments in uni, tests, labs...you name it. It had kept him from having a time to slack, seriously!! He's always on his feet, like always, which I don't like it at all. I always have this phobia that he will one day step on me. He promised me that he won't but wait till he gets up early in the morning and see how blur he is. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll get straight to the point. Jim wants me to share a little bit about his fast that he just went through almost 2 months ago. He did a 40-day Daniel fast. If you do not know what that is, it's a fast where you abstain from meat. Jim decided to abstain from meat, eggs, dairy products, preservatives, caffeine, artificial flavouring, certain types of oil....to sum it all up , abstaining from anything that is not natural. Yea, it wasn't easy for him especially for the first few days because if you know Jim well, he loves drinks with sugar(oh ya, he can't have sugar too, including honey) , eggs, fried stuff. The second week was not easy either. There had been so many occasions where he joins his friends for dinner but can't eat the food. He had to bring his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 days he did that. Yes, there were times when he complained, and yes, there were times when he was so tempted...but yet, all he can say is that he did it all with God's strength and guidance. So, why he fasted? A simple few reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To draw closer to God.&lt;br /&gt;2. To get rid of past bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;3. To ask for God's specific will for his life(eg. what will he be in 5 years time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two came to past, but the third one, still seeking confirmation, and Jim said that he will tell me in due time. This Jim is so secretive with me. How can this be? But, coming back, he did not regret going through that fast. It did change him and he can sense the change around him. One obvious thing will be his relationship with God. It had definitely brought him closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask him what will he say to people who hadn't fasted before? He told me that you will not lose anything, instead, you will gain more. Do whatever it takes to draw closer to God, even if it cost you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the king said to Araunah, "No, but I will buy it of you for a price; I will not offer burnt offerings to the Lord my God which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cost me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing." So David bought the threshing floor and the oxen for fifty shekels of silver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Samuel 24:24&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-3269997118918710404?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/3269997118918710404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=3269997118918710404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/3269997118918710404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/3269997118918710404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2009/05/hammys-back-again.html' title='Hammy&apos;s back, again...'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_94jrjVRk290/SWFJAIlchSI/AAAAAAAAADI/uYWC3WqXawU/s72-c/RawFoodPhotosDec08+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-1115713692127016513</id><published>2009-04-08T17:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:00:13.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are Lord, You are Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fishindog.com/images/tornado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.fishindog.com/images/tornado.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8QnmzS1r_To&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8QnmzS1r_To&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there. Yea, I know that this blog hadn't been updated for like, long but hey, it's updated now. Yes, Jim composes another song, this one is entitled "You are Lord, You are Jesus". It basically talks about when things are not going our way, when everyone is against you, when we are troubled, and all the possible wrong things that will go wrong, we must always remember that God always had a plan to proper us, not to make us fail. There will be things that we might not understand, but trust that God is God, and remember that He created you and I. When we are troubled, trust that all your burdens are lifted, all your fears gone, all troubles forgotten, all chains gone, all bondages broken. The chorus of the song goes "You are Lord..." and it shows that we are proclaiming that He is Lord, thus trusting Him in every season. Then, it continues with "You are Jesus, who am I to compare to You?". Who are we to question God when things don't go our way? Then, the chorus again repeats "You are Lord, You are Jesus, nothing else can compare to You, Jesus" . Nothing can be compared to Jesus, even the biggest problems that you have, you can't compare it with Jesus. Enjoy this song, and may it minister to you. God bless. 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font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pre-chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Great I Am&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The perfect Lamb&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My firm foundation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lord of all creation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are Lord&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are Jesus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who am I compared to You?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are Lord&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are Jesus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing else can compare to You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jesus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bridge: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;All fears are gone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My troubles forsaken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In Your name&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;All chains are gone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bondage be broken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In Your name&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;written for His Glory by&lt;br /&gt;Jim Wu 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Video" title="Add Video" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addVideo();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Video" class="gl_video" border="0" /&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/4096981592132988014-1115713692127016513?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/1115713692127016513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=1115713692127016513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/1115713692127016513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/1115713692127016513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-are-lord-you-are-jesus.html' title='You are Lord, You are Jesus'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-5485533021472868622</id><published>2009-03-16T00:45:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:01:34.061+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back, but Jim's emo-ing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ospreys.org.uk/Images07/IMG_8740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.ospreys.org.uk/Images07/IMG_8740.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey hey, Hammy here. Yes, I'm back, but not for long. I will be back for only a week, then I will be flying off to Darwin, somewhere north of Australia. Anyway, Jim is a little crazy, and he wishes to post this . I don't know, as I myself didn't even get what was he trying to say but he insist that I post it up. Well, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;(by the way, it's in the form of a poem. how interesting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how my head spins in despair,&lt;br /&gt;and how my heart skips its normal routine,&lt;br /&gt;how confusing and mixed up I shall remain,&lt;br /&gt;over matters that are not my own,&lt;br /&gt;but I know I care,&lt;br /&gt;and I know I should,&lt;br /&gt;because I know that people cared for me,&lt;br /&gt;and I know they had,&lt;br /&gt;and I know they will,&lt;br /&gt;one by one, each leaving their nest,&lt;br /&gt;one by one watching them taking their first flap,&lt;br /&gt;one by one seeing them take on a new life, a new journey, a new self,&lt;br /&gt;though they had changed outwardly, I believe and take stand that they are still the same them as before,&lt;br /&gt;as certain as the sun will rise,so I know that this will soon pass,&lt;br /&gt;no, it's not about me, but it's about them,&lt;br /&gt;how proud and tall I stand when I'm with them,&lt;br /&gt;how touched I am when they mentioned Your name,&lt;br /&gt;how conforting to know that they still rest in Your arms,&lt;br /&gt;how foolish I am to take them selfishly for myself,&lt;br /&gt;but, You are You, and I am just a mere me,&lt;br /&gt;out out I go, and in in they come,&lt;br /&gt;as I write my last to them,&lt;br /&gt;I just hope and wait, and see where they will be,&lt;br /&gt;take care and God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-5485533021472868622?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/5485533021472868622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=5485533021472868622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/5485533021472868622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/5485533021472868622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back-but-jims-emo-ing.html' title='I&apos;m back, but Jim&apos;s emo-ing...'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-8754475990025413511</id><published>2009-02-08T23:38:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:44:06.731+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of Le Le and Ning Ning</title><content type='html'>Hey, Hammy here. Come and listen to a story. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there lived two hamsters named Le Le and Ning Ning. They both started out as normal and ordinary friends. They go to college together, and after graduating, they worked together as sunflower seeds collectors. They didn't really expect that they would be together for so so so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Le Le was excited about something. He found a huge sunflower seed . It was so huge that he can't carry it by himself. So, he called for help, and guess who came, Ning Ning. It had been one and a half years since they knew one another. Ning Ning , while helping Le Le to remove the huge sunflower seed asked him whether he wants to go out, or to hang out some place after work. Le Le agreed and they went, and hanged out in Jim's room while he was out.  They had so much fun messing Jim's stuff all over until Jim's room really look like a hamster's nest. After an hour doing that, they rest, and decided to lie down for a while on one of Jim's glove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SY7yVZ5EadI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Ns8cjOD-4RM/s1600-h/DSCI0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SY7yVZ5EadI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Ns8cjOD-4RM/s320/DSCI0098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300440261003078098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ning Ning broke the silence and started talking."So Le Le, wasn't that fun? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, of course it was" answered Ning Ning while trying to catch his breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Know what, I had fun today, expecially with you you know? What will I do without you." Le Le added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking for a few moment, Ning Ning answered "What will you do without me? Haha, hm...yea right? You'll do fine without me. Trust me. You're alright."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No no, I don't think so. Think about it, I mean, most of the time, well, all the time, when I'm in trouble, who will be there to help me? Who else but you? I've been lonely before and who was the one who came and be my friend? You're the best I've ever had you know." replied Le Le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah, well today, you helped me carry that huge sunflower seed. I can't do it by myself you know." answered Ning Ning, hoping to prove Le Le wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Le replied , "Well, it will be nothing compared the the countless times you had helped me, right? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was silence between the two. Some thing happened between that two at that moment. There was something, how do you say? Chemistry!! Yes yes, chemistry between the both of them. Then, Le Le broke the silence once again .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ning Ning, I think we should be together. I mean, we are always seen together, and , we work together, we help one another...I think we should be together you know. What do you think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Le was a little confused. He was a little shocked at her question. It was really unexpected. For a moment, he turned his back , and try to think through. He was trying to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SY7y3ACmkmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/aAoVl3Qdqwg/s1600-h/DSCI0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SY7y3ACmkmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/aAoVl3Qdqwg/s320/DSCI0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300440838179295842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Le Le was thinking really really hard at that moment. He wasn't expecting that she will ask him this question at all. In secret, Le Le did have a crush on Ning Ning for quite some time already. It's only due to work that he thought he should keep his emotions to himself and himself only. At the same time, he doesn't want their beautiful friendship to be ruined. What if things don't go well in future? Will they still be friends again? Many questions were in his little hamster head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SY7x015EQGI/AAAAAAAAAa0/N-6gSScI_h4/s1600-h/DSCI0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SY7x015EQGI/AAAAAAAAAa0/N-6gSScI_h4/s320/DSCI0097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300439701583577186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been 5 minutes since they last spoke. The atmosphere was beginning to get tensed. Le Le was a little worried and inside her, she regreted asking him that. Why did she even say that in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ning Ning said to herself softly "Stupid!! That's so stupid Ning Ning. Well , there you go. You must say that to him. You....ish ish...stupid stupid!!!.....".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SY-H5CV7bKI/AAAAAAAAAbM/r7K_XLX9SeY/s1600-h/DSCI0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SY-H5CV7bKI/AAAAAAAAAbM/r7K_XLX9SeY/s320/DSCI0100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300604700389502114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning back to Ning Ning, Le Le answered for the first time since the silent moment "Yes? You said something? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er, no no, ha ha, no no, didn't say anything. Was just saying that it's nice being here, it's cooling...hehe..er..." answered Ning Ning nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a deep deep breath, Le Le calmly answer Ning Ning's question. " Ning Ning, you must know something. I had had a crush on you for quite some time now. I love hanging out with you all the time. It never fails to put a smile on my face. Thinking back about the times we had been together, in our work place, college, I had a lot of fun. I did learn a lot of things from you". At this moment,Ning Ning was a little shy thus daren't look straight into Le Le's eyes. Le Le still continued " And, looking back, yes, I think we should be together. We had been friends for quite some time already now, and , I think that we should take in to another level".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think so?" asked Ning Ning with full of expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup, I think so, and yea, I think we would be fine and great being together..hehe. Who knows...right? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SY-IhW2X-GI/AAAAAAAAAbU/CCiKTR2CMEA/s1600-h/DSCI0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SY-IhW2X-GI/AAAAAAAAAbU/CCiKTR2CMEA/s320/DSCI0101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300605393089067106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The rest was history. You know the rest right? They fell in love, and guess what, as a token to show his love for Ning Ning, Le Le made a heart shape out of a RM10 dollar note. How romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SY-KdnyW7uI/AAAAAAAAAbc/6KZGZjclU6c/s1600-h/DSCI0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SY-KdnyW7uI/AAAAAAAAAbc/6KZGZjclU6c/s320/DSCI0102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300607527939403490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There you go. A simple love story of two hamsters.&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/4096981592132988014-8754475990025413511?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/8754475990025413511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=8754475990025413511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/8754475990025413511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/8754475990025413511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-le-le-and-ning-ning.html' title='The story of Le Le and Ning Ning'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SY7yVZ5EadI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Ns8cjOD-4RM/s72-c/DSCI0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-3358873260123414904</id><published>2009-01-27T20:35:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:49:35.214+09:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life Worship</title><content type='html'>Hey all. Jim here. I was just randomly browsing through the net and guess what I found, New Life Worship. New Life Worship is a church based in Colarado in the US. I had grown up with Hillsongs and Planeshakers' music eversince I first became a Christian. I must say, their music is great too, and they had touched many lives with their songs. New Life Worship has songs that are a little different than the ones of Hillsongs and Planetshakers. Well, it's something different. All the while, I thought only Hillsongs and Planetshakers exist...hehe, but now, I've been exposed to many other music groups like Israel Houghton, New Breed, Gateway Worship and their songs never fail to touch me. I believe that there are plenty more of songs out there that I had yet to hear. By God's grace, hopefully my horizon will be expended. This is a video clip of New Life Worship. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PFZyT2fEK3I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PFZyT2fEK3I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-3358873260123414904?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/3358873260123414904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=3358873260123414904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/3358873260123414904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/3358873260123414904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-life-worship.html' title='New Life Worship'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-5362032806142522379</id><published>2009-01-24T12:18:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:57:47.956+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What key?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatvaluejewellery.com/prod_images/06IC665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://www.greatvaluejewellery.com/prod_images/06IC665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hi. Hammy here. Recently, my master turned 21. Amazing..haha, finally!!! Anyway, I kinda had a little chat with him about turning 21 and this is what he has to say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hammy: So, Jim, 21 already eh? What do you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jim: Erm, well, normal I guess?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hammy: Normal? What do you mean normal? Oh my, Jim!! You are 21 for goodness sake. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jim: Alright alright! Ok. Yea, I guess it's nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hammy: So, got your key already?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jim: What key?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hammy: Hello, Jim, key. The key? Key to your freedom? Key? Yes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jim: No. No key at all. What key?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hammy: Well, when you are 21, you will get a key. It symbolises freedom, liberation...got it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jim: Oh , that. Hm....freedom from what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hammy: Duh, your parents? You know...now, you can like do anything you want? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jim: Hehe, thanks but, my parents are still my parents. Ok Hammy, I see where you are getting with this . Let me enlighthen you about me turning 21. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hammy: Sure, let me get my nuts first. I'm gonna so enjoy this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jim: Turning 21 ain't a big deal for me. It's not like I have to have a big celebration , or have big events to celebrate it. Yes, sure, I went for a more special dinner compared to my other birthday dinners but, to me, things are not much different. You think turning 21 is fun fun fun? Haha, let me tell you. What is turning 21 to me.? It's an age where you will now bear more responsibilities. You are hold accountable for all your actions. Yes, you can do anything that you want, but hey, you reap what you sow. You do bad, you get bad. I believe that when you are 21, it will be an age where you must be already matured in character. I mean, you are officially an adult already. It's sometimes sad to see people not only 21 but older than that, but still having a mentallity of a 10 year old. I feel that it's not 21 than only you start taking responsibilities, but at the early age of 18 you already start to . 18 and 21, not a big gap though. What's the difference between these 2 age? In Malaysia, you are allowed to vote when you are 21. Wow....cool....ooooo.... I was thinking to myself , and trying to figure out the difference between 18 and 21. Well, not much. In fact, we can do , or are allowed to do many things when we are already 18, like , going into cinemas without being prompted to show identification. Yes? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hammy: Wait, wait, I want to have a sip of water first. Too dry.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jim: Sure...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hammy: Ok, back. Where were you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jim: As I was saying, 18 and 21 . Not much difference. Whether you are 18 or 21, character is important. Integrity. I don't care how old a person is. What is important is character. Like I said, you might be 21, but if you have the maturity of a 10 year old, you are not 21 yet. At the end of the day, it's your character and maturity that matters. Matured enough to take up responsibilities, matured enough to admit that you are wrong, matured enough to be rational. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hammy: Alright, I see. I understand now. But, to us hamsters, we don't actually turn 21 years old. Haha..k k &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jim: Er...Hammy, you just finished one whole packet of nuts...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hammy: Like what I said, I'm so gonna enjoy this...Bye, gotta go..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jim: Wait up, where you....oh well. He's gone again. Yikes...!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-5362032806142522379?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/5362032806142522379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=5362032806142522379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/5362032806142522379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/5362032806142522379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-key.html' title='What key?!'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-5692774143816777136</id><published>2009-01-23T12:28:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:34:55.854+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins?</title><content type='html'>Hi!! Hammy here. I didn't know that I have 3 cousins....Yea..I didn't know that till Jim told me. I was, er... shocked of course, but, it's good to know that. This was the video Jim sent to me when I was in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HDdkri-Kw1A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HDdkri-Kw1A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know...but, now I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-5692774143816777136?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/5692774143816777136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=5692774143816777136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/5692774143816777136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/5692774143816777136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2009/01/cousins.html' title='Cousins?'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-4224428985043099917</id><published>2009-01-22T20:28:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:38:40.371+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy After You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi, Jim here. Yes yes, I had been absent from blogging for quite some time already. Y&lt;br /&gt;ea...oh well. Here is another song that I wrote recently, "Crazy After You".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VO0KMKVswLU&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy After You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;My life’s been changed by You&lt;br /&gt;Though my ways might fade away&lt;br /&gt;But You oh God will be the same&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Your love in me still remain&lt;br /&gt;Lord make my heart for You&lt;br /&gt;Before You my life I lay&lt;br /&gt;Lifting up and praise Your name&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are God&lt;br /&gt;You are Lord&lt;br /&gt;You’re my friend&lt;br /&gt;You’re my hope&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lord You are the risen Son&lt;br /&gt;I’ll worship You cause You’re the One&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life anew&lt;br /&gt;Lord I’m crazy after You&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday You make a way&lt;br /&gt;Lord I follow You today&lt;br /&gt;You love me God I know it’s true&lt;br /&gt;Lord I’m crazy after You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;writen by Jim Wu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for His glory&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/4096981592132988014-4224428985043099917?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/4224428985043099917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=4224428985043099917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/4224428985043099917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/4224428985043099917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy-after-you.html' title='Crazy After You'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-5937555454612564653</id><published>2009-01-12T21:16:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:21:54.697+09:00</updated><title type='text'>See Me Through</title><content type='html'>Hey, Jim here. Here is another song that I wrote, "See Me Through". It talks about God, seeing me through the things that I will go through in 2009 . 2009 will be a totally different year for me cause God told me that I will be put to the test. Enough of inputing me with this and that for the past 3 years, and now to the test. I am a little scared of course, not knowing what to expect but I shall trust that God will see me through. Be blessed. All glory goes to Him.&lt;br /&gt;Jim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/45lC0Hl77u8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/45lC0Hl77u8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by &lt;br /&gt;Jim Wu&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;For His Glory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-5937555454612564653?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/5937555454612564653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=5937555454612564653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/5937555454612564653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/5937555454612564653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2009/01/see-me-through.html' title='See Me Through'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-1514974667218546036</id><published>2009-01-01T21:04:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:11:13.977+09:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year resolution!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3lotus.com/images/Misc/Tunnel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px" alt="" src="http://3lotus.com/images/Misc/Tunnel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey hey, Jim here. Just want to share with all of you of my new year resolution for 2009. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at the end of 2008, I asked God what will my 2009 resolution be? God had been having new year resolutions for me ever since 2007. In 2007, it was the 3 'P's I call it. It was peace, patience and perseverence. God had though me loads about those 3 'P's. I can say, I gone through a lot of things , hard ones, to learn those 3 'P's. Then, 2008 came and I asked God, what will it be this time? God told me "love your neighbour as yourself". I confess, as easy as it sounds, it was easy when you want to do it. I do not wish to talk about the details, but loving and forgiving someone that had hurt you so so badly ain't easy. Did Jesus hate sinners? No, He loved them. He loved you and me, sinners. So, 2009 came, which is today, and what will it be this time?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Before I go on ay further, just want to say some things about the previous two resolutions. Although the year had gone by and had passed, it doesn't mean that I had graduated from it, but, had achieved a certain level in those two. No one is perfect I can say. There's still plenty of room to improve and to grow.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So, for 2009, it is "to glorify God in everything that I do". Oh yes, it's very bold indeed. I can say, it sounds very big. I was doing my devotion today and it talks about spiritual maturity. Yesterday, God hinted to me about spiritual maturity too. In my devotion today, it talks about surrendering to God's will no matter what happens. Sometimes, things just don't go our way but hey, God is bigger and He knows better. That's spiritual maturity. Another is having Christlikeness in us. It's not about "what would Jesus do", also known as the famous "WWJD". Spiritual maturity is not just merely that, but who and what Jesus care about. The phrase that is still stuck in my head is this, and probably the take home message of this post. &lt;strong&gt;People will not care how much you know, until you show them how much you care. &lt;/strong&gt;Got that? It's true. You talk but don't do, it's meaningless. It's also mentioned in the bible. You can say to the poor "God bless you, go in peace! ", yet nothing happen. Isn't it better if you help them by giving them? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2009 demands more of me this time. A lot of things that I will go through, and there will be many times where I have to step out of my comfort zone for Christ sake. I feel that 2006-2008 was the years that God input me with a lot of things. This year, I think He will still teach me, but this year, it will be more of putting me to the test. In other words, applying what I had learnt. How do I feel? Scared and nervous but, all I know is that, I can trust God in this. I had done that before, and I know that I can always do that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, that's all for now. It will be a great year I believe. God bless!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-1514974667218546036?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/1514974667218546036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=1514974667218546036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/1514974667218546036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/1514974667218546036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-resolution.html' title='New Year resolution!'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-5263649885231496525</id><published>2008-12-27T12:43:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:55:46.581+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Know you by heart.</title><content type='html'>Ham ham Ham ham...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hammy here. Jim wants me to share about this. He told me that he was browsing around blogs here and there and stumbled upon this youtube video. Cheers to Calvin, hehe, thanks. Yes, Jim fell in love with this song and wish to share it with you all. It's a beautiful song, with a beautiful melody to go with it. It takes you inside the song, and cause you to soak in it's .... Haha, I don't know how to explain. Same goes to Jim also. Just listen. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E2ccSMARRhI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E2ccSMARRhI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Brickman on the piano, Dave Koz on the alto sax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-5263649885231496525?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/5263649885231496525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=5263649885231496525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/5263649885231496525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/5263649885231496525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/12/know-you-by-heart_27.html' title='Know you by heart.'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-3553527112782147736</id><published>2008-12-26T20:48:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:22:57.243+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Immanuel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeafterwcg2.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/helping-hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://lifeafterwcg2.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/helping-hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hi all. Hammy here . Here is another song written by Jim entitled "Immanuel". A little history about this song. This song was written as a christmas song for his church in Batu Pahat in December 2007.  It talks about the God with us, thus, Emmanuel. You might be wondering why the title is spelled Immanuel. "E" or "I", it's the same, just different spelling, that's all, but still have the same meaning. It's the second christmas song that Jim wrote for Christmas. Now, this song had became more than a Christmas song but a song that sings about how close Jesus is wherever we are, whenever we are. Here the link to the song in youtube.com. Enjoy and may you be blesst. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhBERE4H3nY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhBERE4H3nY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Immanuel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many years ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You came down to us&lt;br /&gt;As a little babe, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;in a humble manger&lt;br /&gt;For this, heaven and earth rejoice&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now a saviour is born, and He lives among us&lt;br /&gt;He is King of kings, Lord of lords of nations&lt;br /&gt;Worship Him lifting up our voices&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;To God be the glory, coz You had sent Your Son Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Immanuel God with us so close&lt;br /&gt;My friend when I’m alone, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus my very own&lt;br /&gt;Immanuel God with us so close&lt;br /&gt;Always there beside me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the time around me&lt;br /&gt;Jesus , Emmanuel&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Lost like sheeps we are, without a shepherd&lt;br /&gt;In the dark so blind, couldn’t see ahead&lt;br /&gt;Without a guide who do we turn to&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Turn to You we do , our guide our shepherd&lt;br /&gt;Jesus we obey everything You say&lt;br /&gt;Just with Your light we know now what to do&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Jesus draw me close to Your heart&lt;br /&gt;You never let me go though I grow so old&lt;br /&gt;Jesus hold me close in Your arms&lt;br /&gt;The warmth and peace I feel&lt;br /&gt;This is just, so real&lt;br /&gt;This is just so real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Written for His glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;December 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jim Wu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-3553527112782147736?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/3553527112782147736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=3553527112782147736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/3553527112782147736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/3553527112782147736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/12/immanuel.html' title='Immanuel'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-9107926359533832839</id><published>2008-12-23T00:31:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T20:48:18.413+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Through Jesus' Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smhcsf.org/images/img_compassion365b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://www.smhcsf.org/images/img_compassion365b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all. Hammy here again. Yup. Jim wrote another song and this one is called "Through Jesus' Eyes". The meaning of the song? I will let him explain it to you hiimself.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Jim here. Here's the meaning of the song. It's basically to see and look at everyone through Jesus' eyes. If you were to see a beggar on a street, what will be the first thing that you will think of? If you see a criminal, an ex-convict, what will be the first thing that you will think about? It's difficult , I know, coz, I too have difficulty but take Jesus as an example. Though Zaccheus cheated people's money as a tax collector, Jesus saw him as someone that He loves. The women who commited adultary, Jesus saw her as someone that He loves, as someone that needs God's love. That same thing we, as Christ's ambassadors in this world, we are to show God's love to these people , no matter who they are, or where they come from. Enjoy the song. Written for God's glory, God bless!!. Link to the song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xRPFi71HMb4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xRPFi71HMb4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through Jesus' Eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hearts that are hungry&lt;br /&gt;Souls that are thirsty&lt;br /&gt;Desperate for something&lt;br /&gt;That can fill them make them whole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;These are the people&lt;br /&gt;That needs our God eternal&lt;br /&gt;Regardless who they are&lt;br /&gt;We are told to love them whole &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pre-Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are people that God loves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People whom Jesus died&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People He can change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People just like you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you see their hearts&lt;br /&gt;Through Jesus’ eyes&lt;br /&gt;If you see them from afar&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now what do you see&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you see their hearts&lt;br /&gt;Through Jesus’ eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don’t see them as they are&lt;br /&gt;But see what they could be&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you see their hearts&lt;br /&gt;Through Jesus’ eyes&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Everyone deserves a second chance&lt;br /&gt;No matter who they are&lt;br /&gt;We’re told to love them as we love ourselves&lt;br /&gt;That’s how we show God’s love to them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Written for His glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jim Wu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-9107926359533832839?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/9107926359533832839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=9107926359533832839' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/9107926359533832839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/9107926359533832839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/12/through-jesus-eyes.html' title='Through Jesus&apos; Eyes'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-3711590496933663194</id><published>2008-12-22T13:23:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T20:47:25.007+09:00</updated><title type='text'>That's my Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.somd.com/data/626/medium/Cross3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://photos.somd.com/data/626/medium/Cross3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all. Hammy here. Come come. Jim wrote a song, titled, "That's my Jesus". Unfortunately, I can't upload it on this blog because it's taking too long to upload. So, I put it in youtube.com instead. Watch his video at &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=spGXpUelCHI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=spGXpUelCHI&lt;/a&gt; . Here is the lyric. God Bless!!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's my Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I woke up one Monday morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After 24 hours of dreaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sitting up and thinking of what You did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A bright sunny day it is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thank the Lord because it's His&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wonderful to see it all together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He doesn't care if it rains or shines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Big or small He just don't mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as you call He will come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Saviour and Redeemer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friend my God my Father&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tha's my Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My world my life my future&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My strength my shield deliverer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's my Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's my Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how far away you are from Him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's always there beside you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how long you take to find Him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He had already found you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Written for His glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;August 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jim wu&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/4096981592132988014-3711590496933663194?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/3711590496933663194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=3711590496933663194' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/3711590496933663194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/3711590496933663194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/12/thats-my-jesus.html' title='That&apos;s my Jesus'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-5697606739974839001</id><published>2008-12-20T18:19:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:32:49.515+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Backie..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/NPLPOD/1104646~Golden-Hamster-in-Teacup-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/NPLPOD/1104646~Golden-Hamster-in-Teacup-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hi all. Hammy here. Yeh, I'm back. Ya, I'm back from my extended holiday. Yes, I was in UK, for a diplomatic reason, and then, I was in Russia, and now, back. I actually wanted to visit China but nah, changed my mind because I heard that the chinese people eat anything. You get what I mean. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was in a hotel reasonly. I ordered a cup of tea and surprisingly, I drank the whole cup! Yummy. Jasmine tea. I like!! Now I'm home, I can now type again for Jim. Got a lot of catchup work to do. So long people. God bless!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-5697606739974839001?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/5697606739974839001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=5697606739974839001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/5697606739974839001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/5697606739974839001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/12/backie.html' title='Backie..!!'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-2868693847271988841</id><published>2008-12-20T08:39:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T10:25:03.777+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams...and here's the results.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nottingham.ac.uk/physics/courses/Pic9_students_in_exams_hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://www.nottingham.ac.uk/physics/courses/Pic9_students_in_exams_hall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Good day people. Jim here again. Yup yup. I just want to share something with all of you. Yeah, it's kinda like a testimony too. Here goes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;First of all, all the credit goes to God. Yup. Why? Because, without Him, I wouldn't had got what I got. Alright. This semester, God had blessed me with satisfactory results in my recent final exam. It was scary, stressful and painful at the same time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;At the beginning of the semester, I told God that I will trust in Him no matter what happens. Yes, I made that promise with Him. Well, God heard it and guess what He did, me tested me, to see whether I really meant what I said. So, as you all know, I never fail any test in my entire life. Well, as long as I can remember, I don't fail, except for those compulsory chinese test that I gotta sit, other than that, I never fail. Hm...ok, not never la, but very very seldom. Even if I do, it's like once in a blue moon. So seldom. Anyway, as a uni student, of course, tests are inevitable. So, I had the normal test as usual. Ok, the results were not bad. Then, came math. I had like 6 tests. Yes, and I figured, if I pass all the tests, &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; the tests, then I will pass the unit. You see, I can't fail in any unit. Why? Because, if I were to fail, there goes my scholarship from my government. Then, too bad, I can't study in Australia anymore. So, yes, a little desperate to not fail, and pressured to perfrom well in uni. It's my first time that I'm expected to do well. Back in my high school days, as long as I try my best, it's alright. So, back to my math tests, I had 6 of them. I passed 2 of them, and failed the rest. Now, that's not good. I kept of failing till a point I felt that failing is a norm for me. I was a little scared. Scared that I can't pass the unit. I was like almost prepared for the worst. I was thinking over my options you know. If I fail, which other uni I can go and all that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then, it came to me that I once told God that I will trust in Him no matter what. This is a test from him. He told me this :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Jim, you once told me that you will trust in my no matter what. Well, what about now? Do you still trust me? ". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;No matter what , I still have to trust in Him. I surrendered my results into His hands. No matter the results, may His will be done in my life and of course in my exam. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Not only my maths, but I failed one of my electronic unit. It was sad to see yourself fail paper after paper you know. You are like, " what is going to happen to me ar? " . The exam period came and I studied my best. I thank God that He gave me a hardworking spirit to be able to study long hours almost everyday. I stayed in the library from 10am in the morning till 10pm at night. It was the longest that I had ever spent my time in the library. Haha. He gave me encouragement, telling me that it's ok. just try your best, and God will do the rest. He gave me friends so that when I study, I do not need to be lonely. You know how stressful it is to study alone. It is. I've been through it before..hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Exam came, and I sat for the paper. I answered all teh questions with satisfaction. I felt more confident again. Then, came the results, and guess what , it was more than I had expected. 3 Distinctions and a Credit. Wow, it was amazing and all the credit goes to Him. Without Him, who knows what results that I will obtain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A few things to learn from this. When you tell God that you want to do this and this, be prepared, coz, He will sometimes wants to test you to see whether it's genuine. Another thing, no matter what happens, continue to trust in Him because He is the one that plans your life, and knows you better than you do. I always have this analogy. See, God, He has this big big big picture of your life and He shows it to you. But , due to your small human eye, you can't really see all of it. Maybe just a small part of the picture but definitely not all. So, sometimes, when things happen that doesn't go your way, you blame God or something like that. Guess what, God loves you and He had planned everything out for you. He knows what is best for you. Same thing like a father disciplining a child. The child may not like it but the father knows that it is for the good of the child. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isaiah 55:8-9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;neither are your ways my ways , declares the Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the heavens are higher than the earth, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so are my ways higher than your ways, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and my thoughts than your thoughts.  "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-2868693847271988841?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/2868693847271988841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=2868693847271988841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/2868693847271988841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/2868693847271988841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/12/examsand-heres-results.html' title='Exams...and here&apos;s the results.'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-1520075706054673520</id><published>2008-12-19T23:45:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:48:43.376+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from me holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi all. Jim here by the way. Yes yes, I just came back from a place, somewhere in Asia. Okay, I cut the suspense. I went to Hong Kong actually. So, here are some of the highlights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SUu3INDVpNI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Ccnmo0U_biY/s1600-h/DSCF1350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281516339592537298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SUu3INDVpNI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Ccnmo0U_biY/s320/DSCF1350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright. Guess where this is? Hehe, If you are guessing Pooh's house, you are ABSOLUTELY wrong...No la, how on earth can I even enter his house. So sticky and honey-ish. Speaking of sticky, I got a riddle for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;" What is long, brown and sticky? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you are thinking about shit, you are wrong. It's a long brown stick. Haha. Okay, back to the pooh thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, yea, where was I ? Yes. This is Hong Kong Disneyland!!! I myseld would never imagine that I will one day come to a Disneyland. Really. I thought I will never be. Considering my age. The big '20'. haha, I had fun. The rides are nice. So many nice things to see and to enjoy. Of course, you pockets will burn, as in, you spend a lot, but it was worth it la. All the way to Hong Kong, and seeing spectacular and 'magical' stuff. The last and closing act given by Disneyland was superb. It was a 15 minute fireworks display. It was breath taking. It was really breath taking. It was bright but was superb. You should had seen it. It was the most spectacular and beautiful firework display I had ever seen so far, other than the Beijing Olympics. It was breath taking I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SUu2dNF0LYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ki-cw5-8l6c/s1600-h/DSCF1486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281515600868552066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SUu2dNF0LYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ki-cw5-8l6c/s320/DSCF1486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, I was in China, Shen Zhen. I was at the cultural village like place. To simply put it, it's like a place where you can see miniature stuff, like a mini Great Wall of China, mini Fobidden Palace...etc. Yea. And this picture, I hold a pagoda in my hand, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SUu1ororsTI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Z_zoh9DPxQ8/s1600-h/DSCF1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281514698534793522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SUu1ororsTI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Z_zoh9DPxQ8/s320/DSCF1491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder whether this 'great wall' will break if I push harder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SUu1D8sD3tI/AAAAAAAAAZk/GMKBbqbVSlY/s1600-h/DSCF1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281514067457203922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SUu1D8sD3tI/AAAAAAAAAZk/GMKBbqbVSlY/s320/DSCF1520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, I was in Macau. Yes, 3 countries. This is the Venetian. It's a casino, hotel, shopping place. 3 in one, like 3 in one coffee.  They built it in such a way that it looks like Venice. Well, not bad but still, the real Venice is better. (of course la) Behind me is the Grand Canal, where they have this little boats you can sit on and the rest, you should know.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SUu0X6PnIWI/AAAAAAAAAZc/RiKqCYmYOH8/s1600-h/DSCF1550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281513310886764898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SUu0X6PnIWI/AAAAAAAAAZc/RiKqCYmYOH8/s320/DSCF1550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ruins of St. Paul . This is 'the' place to be. If you had never been here, you had never been to Macau. This used to be a church. Somewhere long long time ago, before the ayam bertelur, the taifun came and destroyed the church. Most of the church was destroyed, leaving only this. This is what was left. This church was actually built by the Japanese when they were in Macau. If you look carefully, you can see Jesus, mother Mary, the cross, and , surprisingly, a dragon. Ya, built by the Japs what...Interesting eh..hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, that's my trip basically. It was more of like a sight seeing trip la. Learnt a lot of things about Hong Kong, Macau and China of course. Ya, I get to here the Chinese chinese and the Hong Kong cantonese. The cantonese does have a significant difference than the ones spoken here in Malaysia. Really. Then, I also learnt that I understand mandarin more than cantonese. Oh ya, I was going through immigration many thousands of time still I was a little reluctant to go through it. Well, although Hong Kong and Macau are under China, they still need immigration. Do not ask me why. It's just like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;Some of other things that I learnt:&lt;br /&gt;1. air polution...&lt;br /&gt;2.people smoke alot over there...a lot!&lt;br /&gt;3. RM 1 = HK$ 2&lt;br /&gt;4.Macau airport is just by the sea&lt;br /&gt;5.Do you know that one of the official language for Macau is Portuguese?&lt;br /&gt;6.Macau has 28 casinos. 5 more coming.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yup yup. That's all about it la. Nothing much but was interesting in a way that I learnt a lot of things, about the place. Nice. Alright. That's all. Tata. Take care everyone. Will try to update this blog more often ...hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-1520075706054673520?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/1520075706054673520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=1520075706054673520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/1520075706054673520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/1520075706054673520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-me-holidays.html' title='Back from me holidays'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SUu3INDVpNI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Ccnmo0U_biY/s72-c/DSCF1350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-5559660764335713372</id><published>2008-12-12T19:59:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:44:30.737+09:00</updated><title type='text'>It's different now</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4corners.ltd.uk/images/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://www.4corners.ltd.uk/images/couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi all. Yes yes, it's been a long time since I last blogged. Jim here by the way. Hammy? No idea where he is. I think, still on the way back. Don't worry, when he's back, you'll know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright, so what's this "It's different now" post about. Haha, nah, just want to say a "few" words, and to also to keep my blogging momentum going. If not, you know what it will become. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I recently attended a church retreat organised by my church in Batu Pahat. Being away from this church for such a long long time, many new faces that I come across. Old friends of mine are either away on a holiday, still studying, or, disappeared. (The latter was a joke, haha). Yea. so, technically, I have no 'gang' there. You can say that most of the time I was alone. Yup, Jim, alone. Because, I don't really mix well with the "younger" generations of youth. I'm considered the older generation. Haha, not a surprise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I were to reflect back to my old self, my "younger" self, everytime when I feel lonely, I will always turn to my handphone. Yes, my saviour (at that time). What about the handphone? I will take my handphone out, and start texting(for those of you who are not sure, it's sms'ing in other words). Texting who? This and that lor...(aiya, you know la). I find great joy in doing that. I'd rather text than fellowshipping with others. That's back then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, it's a little different. After becoming "single" again (not that I had...anyway...) , it's different now. Hence, the title for my post. Now, it's different. I told you that I was feeling a little lonely in the camp right? This time, I'm not so much of "I-need-my-handphone-to-text-people" anymore. This time, I don't need to because, there's no need to. Why should I? I'm like, more, liberated now. Haha, off with the burden or the "obligation" of needing to text people or to satisfy my "emoness". (Hey, I realised that I used a lot of quotation marks). It's different now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always salute this friend of mine. She really inspired me alot. Everytime when she's lonely, she talks to God. Everywhere she goes, she talks to God. Even waiting at the airport for her flight to arrive, she talks to God. That goes to show her closeness with God. Amazing! Awesome!. I had since tried to do so, and I'm still trying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha, now the BGR part. Hehe. I had learnt it well, and had learnt it the hard way. It's so easy to be tricked by the devil and yet you do not know it. When you are attached, becareful. Do not be too focused till you lose focus on God. The devil will trick you and telling you "hey hey, you Christian, she christian, haha, it will be a wonderful relationship. It will surely work out well". Ain't that sound soothing to your ears? BECAREFUL!! This is where you must be aware. In my opinion , so what? So what both of you are Christians?  If you were to think or ever thought of this "when I wake up, she will be the first that I'll think of, and before I sleep, she will be the last that I'll think of", you better think twice. Please think over your priorities again and where God is in your life. I learnt this the hard way. One of my leaders told me that if you don't even care to fix your mistakes, God will do it for you, and it wouldn't be that pleasant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looking for mr or mrs right? To do that, you'll first need to BE mr and mrs right. How? PUT GOD FIRST. Exactly!! You put God first in your life, He'll surely reward you. That's a promise sa found in the book of Luke &lt;em&gt;"..seek Ye first the kingdom of God and it shall be added unto you&lt;/em&gt;..".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You want my opinion about BGR? Haha, one phrase :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let emotions be emotions, and let God , be God"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, what is this jim talking about? We are humans. It's natural that we have chemistry with the opposite gender. Agree? God created us this way . Of course, emotions will be stirred up, but, I will just let my emotions , be my emotions, and not let it interfere with my relationship with God. At the same time, I will let God , be God. May His will be done in my life. Whoever He wants me to be with in future, may His will be done. I will not think with my own mind, but will think with God's wisdom and to learn to see things through His eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, I think I talked too much. Surprised that I typed so much. Alright, I shall now, er...haha, go and do other things. By the way, I'm going to HK for holidays. See you all soon. Take care and God bless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;jim   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-5559660764335713372?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/5559660764335713372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=5559660764335713372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/5559660764335713372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/5559660764335713372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-different-now.html' title='It&apos;s different now'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-8316112494432144508</id><published>2008-11-06T16:47:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:00:41.509+09:00</updated><title type='text'>On my way back...</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, Hammy here. Yes yes, whatever Jim said was true, well, almost. I'm now on my way to UK, again. Yes yes, after witnessing the US presidential election myself, I was quite tired. Why? I dunno, maybe probably the walking around. Anyway, I met some of my friends..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/exoticpets/1/0/H/B/1/miaham1552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/exoticpets/1/0/H/B/1/miaham1552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This, ladies and gentelmen, is Bugo. He likes to stay on the dashboard, and counting how many trees that he sees. He will go like "one tree, two tree, three tree, four tree....". And on he went. It was so hilarious at first but it was very very irritating after you like hear him saying that for half an hour. He's a nice hamster. He offered to share some of his food in his pouches. For those of you who do not know , hamsters have pouches, which are our cheeks. See, Bugo had huge cheeks, that's because he had food in those. He always has food in his pouch, because he thinks that the world is going to end and what happens if the food supply ran out. Ya, right, like he can survive for another month with that amount of food.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j12/ZakuraRabbit/Hampuser/Photointhebath-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j12/ZakuraRabbit/Hampuser/Photointhebath-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this is a hamster whose name I do not know , because he only speaks japanese. No, not related to Hamtaro at all, trust me. Very talkative. Never stop talking until you say Wasabi. I do not know why but apparently, some other hamsters told me that wasabi was this hamster's lover or something, and was eaten by a cat. Eeew, sad, I know. Well, that moment of silence only lasted for like a minute, then, he goes back to his japanese chattering again. Don't ask me why is a japanese speaking hamster doing in the US? No idea. Oh ya, he likes sushi. He let me eat one . To tell you the truth, not very tasty cause instead of rice, he used corn. er...hm...But , all in all, he's a nice hamster. Friendly and helpful too. I was at his place, and I have like free food everyday. So, ya, I shouldn't complain. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's it for now. Yes, I have to go soon. My flight is like , in 5 minutes time. See ya soon.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hammy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-8316112494432144508?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/8316112494432144508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=8316112494432144508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/8316112494432144508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/8316112494432144508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-my-way-back.html' title='On my way back...'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j12/ZakuraRabbit/Hampuser/th_Photointhebath-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-2913074571964506525</id><published>2008-10-30T09:27:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:38:58.868+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Again, he goes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.itchmo.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/full664709hamster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://www.itchmo.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/full664709hamster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.nabcc.org/images/us_flag_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://www.nabcc.org/images/us_flag_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there everyone. Jim here. Yes, I know that this blog had not been updated for ages, so , I thought of dropping a post here just to keep this blog updated. Oh well, as you can see in the picture, Hammy is on the run , again. Where? To the States? Why? I have no idea. Don't ask me. Ask mr Hammy over here. Man, he didn't even tell me that he was going there. I mean, hey, I had always wanted to go there . How in the world this hamster get all the money to fly to the States? I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, ask you all had guessed, the main reason about why this blog was so unupdated(if there is such word) is that mr Hammy here haven been updating it and had been away, without my knowledge. Looks like, at the end of the day, I have to do the blogging instead. Well, I can't, as I'm now busy with my finals. Cannot lah(so typical Malaysian).&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Up till now, I'm still wondering why Hammy go to the States. What business does he has over there? The US elections? I sure hope that he comes home safe and preferably in one piece please.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The UK, now the US. I wonder which place is he going to visit next. Jamaica? Who knows. Alright, I gotta go know. Study....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nabcc.org/images/us_flag_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4096981592132988014-2913074571964506525?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/2913074571964506525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=2913074571964506525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/2913074571964506525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/2913074571964506525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/10/again-he-goes.html' title='Again, he goes....'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-6915456452538476757</id><published>2008-10-07T08:29:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:54:44.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A date during sunset...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright. This isn't fair. Jim obviously went somewhere and did not bring me along . It ain't fair. Just because I'm a hamster and I'm small and everything then I can't come along is it? Hey, I wanna go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Jim here. Hi guys. Ya, the reason why I didn't bring Hammy along is because I do not want Hammy to be eaten by dogs. Do you know there were many many dogs at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cottesloe&lt;/span&gt; beach? F.Y.I Hammy, you didn't even take me to UK when you were there. What do you have to say about that? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, anyway, straight to the point. Oh ya, I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cottesloe&lt;/span&gt; beach yesterday by the way. Here is my story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was chatting with a friend and suddenly she mentioned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cottesloe&lt;/span&gt; beach. Then, an idea came to me. I mean, I had heard of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cottesloe&lt;/span&gt; beach for a very very very long time already. I had been here for like almost a year and I had yet to pay a little visit to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cottesloe&lt;/span&gt; beach. Besides, I'm staying in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Claremont&lt;/span&gt;. It's like a 10 minutes bus right from where I stay to the beach. It was also kinda like an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;impromptu&lt;/span&gt; decision to go. I thought about it on Sunday and I went on Monday. With no plannings and anything...I just went. Of course, I didn't just go there for nothing. That Monday morning itself, I told God that I want Him to be there as well. To spend alone time with Him. So, what did I pack in my bag?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Bottle of water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Bible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Biscuit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Pen and notebook ( in case a song pops up in my head)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. My good old faithful boxy camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright. I came back from uni and I was so excited to get there. I packed everything and all. I was really really really excited you know. So, I prepared dinner first. The time was 5pm and I finished around 5.30pm. Sick, I am a little late. I'm supposed to reach the beach at 6pm ( as suggested by my friend) but I arrived at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Claremont&lt;/span&gt; bus stop at 5.44pm. I missed the 5.43pm bus and the next bus is 6.02pm. Oh no. I was a little impatient. There were thoughts of going back to my apartment and go to the beach another day but I told myself, I'm already out, just go. Hm...well, what if the sun already sets when I reach there? Isn't that like a total waste? So, I told God to hold the sun for me so that I can see the sunset cause I really really really wanted to see it. My hopes and expectations were high. 6.02pm, the bus is still not here yet. I can see that the sun is quite low already and is preparing to hide behind the horizon. Oh no, quick, where's the bus?!!! 6.05pm came and yes, finally, a familiar sight. A sight where you will say, 'yes, finally!!! ' . The bus arrived and I boarded it with full of joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I kept on looking at the sun to see whether is it going to set or not. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; the bus stops for a person or a red light, I will go 'come on, faster faster'. I didn't even have any interest in knowing the time. I just looked at the sun. 10 minutes later, there I was, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cottesloe&lt;/span&gt; beach. I didn't even stop at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Cottesloe&lt;/span&gt; bus stop. I got off like 3 stops before that because I just can't wait. That's how impatient I was. So, yes, here I was, and I quickly took my camera out and started clicking away. Here are the pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsKji1nu0I/AAAAAAAAAY0/HfYGW-xA4iE/s1600-h/DSCI0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254304996021222210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsKji1nu0I/AAAAAAAAAY0/HfYGW-xA4iE/s320/DSCI0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sun, already touching the sea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsKjx63DXI/AAAAAAAAAY8/B_Yb91gXQ74/s1600-h/DSCI0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254305000069729650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsKjx63DXI/AAAAAAAAAY8/B_Yb91gXQ74/s320/DSCI0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsKkFv58UI/AAAAAAAAAZE/XqnBWA9z1yo/s1600-h/DSCI0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254305005392490818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsKkFv58UI/AAAAAAAAAZE/XqnBWA9z1yo/s320/DSCI0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like this. The sun's reflection on the beach. Cools...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsKkf1FchI/AAAAAAAAAZM/y2pPukQu7GE/s1600-h/DSCI0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254305012393538066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsKkf1FchI/AAAAAAAAAZM/y2pPukQu7GE/s320/DSCI0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is how the beach looks like. See a figure at the far end? He's fishing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsKkTPizdI/AAAAAAAAAZU/CjacNoTI9A4/s1600-h/DSCI0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254305009014853074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsKkTPizdI/AAAAAAAAAZU/CjacNoTI9A4/s320/DSCI0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simply nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsJ0TrierI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AS7d9wo3zzM/s1600-h/DSCI0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254304184498551474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsJ0TrierI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AS7d9wo3zzM/s320/DSCI0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sun starting to go down. Wait for me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsJ042WypI/AAAAAAAAAYU/gIqsuUo6u00/s1600-h/DSCI0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254304194476034706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsJ042WypI/AAAAAAAAAYU/gIqsuUo6u00/s320/DSCI0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsJ1QxgS6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/fC9U4yzZfcE/s1600-h/DSCI0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254304200898136994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsJ1QxgS6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/fC9U4yzZfcE/s320/DSCI0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still managed to carved my name on the sand. Right after taking this picture, the water in front came rushing in and my name got washed away. The water almost got me you know. Good thing I was quick to run away. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsJ1u7pCSI/AAAAAAAAAYk/jXl4MEYzi3c/s1600-h/DSCI0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254304208993716514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsJ1u7pCSI/AAAAAAAAAYk/jXl4MEYzi3c/s320/DSCI0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsJ1g6GfMI/AAAAAAAAAYs/rWD4JXB4aQA/s1600-h/DSCI0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254304205229161666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsJ1g6GfMI/AAAAAAAAAYs/rWD4JXB4aQA/s320/DSCI0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsJFyjPHlI/AAAAAAAAAXk/CZWk8KD41kc/s1600-h/DSCI0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254303385331375698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsJFyjPHlI/AAAAAAAAAXk/CZWk8KD41kc/s320/DSCI0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsJGAOOzDI/AAAAAAAAAXs/H3Ghlxx0Z98/s1600-h/DSCI0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254303389001370674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsJGAOOzDI/AAAAAAAAAXs/H3Ghlxx0Z98/s320/DSCI0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsJGYzglSI/AAAAAAAAAX0/EEbkhL0wUHg/s1600-h/DSCI0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254303395600176418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsJGYzglSI/AAAAAAAAAX0/EEbkhL0wUHg/s320/DSCI0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsJGuZjnLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/CdcQ8OCKjA0/s1600-h/DSCI0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254303401396903090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsJGuZjnLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/CdcQ8OCKjA0/s320/DSCI0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsJGi_noNI/AAAAAAAAAYE/iab4xEZmJ_s/s1600-h/DSCI0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254303398335324370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsJGi_noNI/AAAAAAAAAYE/iab4xEZmJ_s/s320/DSCI0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsIPTDbkFI/AAAAAAAAAW8/REeo4prEU4M/s1600-h/DSCI0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254302449163538514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsIPTDbkFI/AAAAAAAAAW8/REeo4prEU4M/s320/DSCI0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sun, now gone....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsIPolLBaI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IhP0lUK3ACM/s1600-h/DSCI0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254302454942205346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsIPolLBaI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IhP0lUK3ACM/s320/DSCI0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsIPiZlO8I/AAAAAAAAAXM/N9tKf9NISH0/s1600-h/DSCI0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254302453282978754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsIPiZlO8I/AAAAAAAAAXM/N9tKf9NISH0/s320/DSCI0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsIP4fYDsI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eTVN87b_vYY/s1600-h/DSCI0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254302459212861122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsIP4fYDsI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eTVN87b_vYY/s320/DSCI0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsIQG_drYI/AAAAAAAAAXc/z_vBkKhWHfE/s1600-h/DSCI0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254302463105543554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsIQG_drYI/AAAAAAAAAXc/z_vBkKhWHfE/s320/DSCI0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bubbles...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;blooop&lt;/span&gt; bloop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;blooooop&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOqxODG576I/AAAAAAAAAWU/UAvUKwJHkok/s1600-h/DSCI0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254206770191658914" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOqxODG576I/AAAAAAAAAWU/UAvUKwJHkok/s320/DSCI0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOqxOerCLOI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fwqlV_JZ7Q0/s1600-h/DSCI0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254206777590951138" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOqxOerCLOI/AAAAAAAAAWc/fwqlV_JZ7Q0/s320/DSCI0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOquk93WGEI/AAAAAAAAAUM/HSzrIbwGg9U/s1600-h/DSCI0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254203865386326082" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOquk93WGEI/AAAAAAAAAUM/HSzrIbwGg9U/s320/DSCI0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOquk1-UeyI/AAAAAAAAAUU/shGAgnU9Q2s/s1600-h/DSCI0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254203863268096802" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOquk1-UeyI/AAAAAAAAAUU/shGAgnU9Q2s/s320/DSCI0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, it was just breathtaking ain't it.. Words couldn't explain it but the pictures will tell you everything. While taking those pictures, I took my bible out and I randomly fliped it. Guess what was the title of the passage... " The sun stood still". It was about the sun!! haha..but wait, I'm just witnessed a sunset. The sun went down...but, stood still? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12 On the day the LORD gave the Amorites over to Israel, Joshua said to the LORD in the presence of Israel:     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   "O sun, stand still over Gibeon,     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   O moon, over the Valley of Aijalon." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13 So the sun stood still, and the moon stopped,  till the nation avenged itself on  its enemies,       as it is written in the Book of Jashar.       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sun stopped in the middle of the sky and delayed going down about a full day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14 There has never been a day like it before or since, a day when the LORD listened to a man. Surely the LORD was fighting for Israel! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 15 Then Joshua returned with all Israel to the camp at Gilgal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I looked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; up on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the internet about the meaning of this post. On the theological side, it's a little complicated. Until now, I'm still figuring out what God meant about this passage that He had revealed to me and what He wants me to learn. Then, this led me to recall about the Jewish time of the day. A jewish day actually starts when the sun sets. Yup, not in the morning like we do, but when the sun sets. This is because, during those times, there is no watch or clock. So, the jews looked for something to refer to, something that is accurate and universal - the sunset.  Why sunset and not sunrise? This also has to do with our origin. We humans , we started out life in our mother's womb, in darkness. Then, we came into light, into this bright world. As we passed away, we return into the earth, which is darkness. Thus, a complete cycle. Get the meaning.? Interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I will continue to ponder upon this . Alright then, I got to go now. I will definitely come back to Cottesloe beach to find out more. This time, I will go there without my camera, and to concentrate more on Him, who created such a magnificent sight. People, if the sunset is already beautiful, how much more beautiful is the creator? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-6915456452538476757?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/6915456452538476757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=6915456452538476757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/6915456452538476757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/6915456452538476757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/10/date-during-sunset.html' title='A date during sunset...'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SOsKji1nu0I/AAAAAAAAAY0/HfYGW-xA4iE/s72-c/DSCI0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-279277399587640942</id><published>2008-09-29T16:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:24:27.462+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesus Tuhan dan Rajaku</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TFm-4e2IAC4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TFm-4e2IAC4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, Jim here. This is the first malay song I wrote. How it came about? I was listening to some malay songs and thought of writing a christian song in malay. From then, the melody and words just came along as I go. Here it is. Don't worry. There's translation to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesus Tuhan dan Rajaku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Jim Wu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Verse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesus Tuhan Rajaku&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;( Jesus, my Lord and King)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ku hendak jadi sepertiMu&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(I just want to be like you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pengasih serta penyayang&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(a lover , a carer)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s'bab Engkau hidupku tak kuseorang&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(because of you, I'm not alone)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Pre-Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;walauku gementar, ku kan tetap pegang padaMu&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(though I'm afraid, I will continue to hold on to you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hidupku tak biasa, kerna adanya Engkau di hatiku&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( my life is not the same because I have you in my heart)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesus Tuhanku&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Jesus my Lord)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;serta Rajaku&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;( and my King)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walau di tahtaMu&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;though you are at your throne)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tapi Kau tetap di sisiku&lt;/strong&gt; ( &lt;em&gt;but you are always by my side)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penyelamatku&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;my saviour)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dan penebusku&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;my redeemer)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tiada lain yang sepertiMu,&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;there is non like you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dalam hidupku hanya adaMu&lt;/strong&gt; ( &lt;em&gt;there's only you in my life)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesus Tuhan Rajaku&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Jesus, my Lord and King)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;bridge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biar ombak bergelora&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;( the the oceans roar)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dan ribut hujan melanda&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(and the storms fall)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ku kan tetap berteguh dalamMu&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt; I will be strong in you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;walau hidupku berpayah&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;though my life isn't easy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dan s'luruhku rasa lemah&lt;/strong&gt; ( &lt;em&gt;and the whole of me feels weak)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ku kan masih mengaku&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;( I will still confess)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kamu Tuhan Rajaku&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;You are my Lord and King&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This song basically talks about myself. When I'm going through tough times, it's God that I will trust. When I'm feeling weak, it's God that I draw strength from. When things don't go well, it's still God that I give thanks. On the whole, it's God that I want to be close with because when I'm close to Him, I shall not fear . Joshua 1: 9 " ...Do not be discouraged, do not be terrified. For the Lord your God is with you wherever you go. " Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-279277399587640942?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/279277399587640942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=279277399587640942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/279277399587640942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/279277399587640942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesus-tuhan-dan-rajaku.html' title='Yesus Tuhan dan Rajaku'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-4998888680314066605</id><published>2008-09-17T14:55:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:55:17.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayak...paddle paddle paddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi. Hammy here. It seems that Jim and his friends went kayaking and excluded me. Why? The reason is that he is scared that I might most probably fall into the water and get eaten by sharks. I think he lied to me but, oh well. I can swim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, here is what he has to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone. Jim here. No, the reason why I don't want to bring Hammy along is for his own safety. See, so caring I am. Anyway, I went kayaking the recent Tuesday. I had my study break . The whole kayaking trip cost me $125 per person. There were around 22 of us, i think... It was quite worth it though. What is included? A tour around Penguin Island by a few guides. It was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rockingham&lt;/span&gt;. 45 minutes down south. Then, there's lunch, kayaking and some more kayaking. Tired but still worth it. Here are the pictures and I let them do the talking for me. By the way, I took all these pictures with my not so good camera &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Hope you don't mind. Oh ya, I ain't that a photographer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFE673HpcI/AAAAAAAAATM/NgRFg13IzdE/s1600-h/DSCI0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247050820155319746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFE673HpcI/AAAAAAAAATM/NgRFg13IzdE/s320/DSCI0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is what it looked like once we arrived. Beach, sea water, birds, sand, and more beach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFE7VxA0qI/AAAAAAAAATU/QEauFWnSo_A/s1600-h/DSCI0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247050827109028514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFE7VxA0qI/AAAAAAAAATU/QEauFWnSo_A/s320/DSCI0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Leo just can't wait to get into the sea. See how unhappy he is. Make him happy people!!! hurry!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFE75eyh2I/AAAAAAAAATc/OYxAk_M2aMA/s1600-h/DSCI0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247050836696270690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFE75eyh2I/AAAAAAAAATc/OYxAk_M2aMA/s320/DSCI0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All happy and excited to get out of the van and go kayaking. People, faster, please, out of the van...?!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFE8J2v2cI/AAAAAAAAATk/53N9XyZgZCk/s1600-h/DSCI0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247050841091725762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFE8J2v2cI/AAAAAAAAATk/53N9XyZgZCk/s320/DSCI0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Apparently, there's a terrorist among us. "Silence, I'll kill you...!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFE8UJHt4I/AAAAAAAAATs/6wbQp9ov-JI/s1600-h/DSCI0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247050843853141890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFE8UJHt4I/AAAAAAAAATs/6wbQp9ov-JI/s320/DSCI0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh my, who's this dude? J to the I to the M. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFDMogyuPI/AAAAAAAAASk/7KHdxmcwjPQ/s1600-h/DSCI0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247048925175789810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFDMogyuPI/AAAAAAAAASk/7KHdxmcwjPQ/s320/DSCI0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For some reason, people just don't want to get out of the van. Hey, move it. Faster, get out!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFDM0xwM8I/AAAAAAAAASs/y6hOCdJJfIU/s1600-h/DSCI0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247048928468153282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFDM0xwM8I/AAAAAAAAASs/y6hOCdJJfIU/s320/DSCI0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;persuasion&lt;/span&gt;, Leonel eventually came out of the van, feeling so excited, happy and gay. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFDNJdT_rI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJ7erY7jfCU/s1600-h/DSCI0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247048934019563186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFDNJdT_rI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IJ7erY7jfCU/s320/DSCI0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One of our guides untying the kayaks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFDNbylx1I/AAAAAAAAAS8/We0TZJ0MW5A/s1600-h/DSCI0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247048938940647250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFDNbylx1I/AAAAAAAAAS8/We0TZJ0MW5A/s320/DSCI0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This guy says "....Hey, guide, would you please hurry up with our kayaks? We don't have all day you know.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFDNj1_XPI/AAAAAAAAATE/Qxgc59OltZM/s1600-h/DSCI0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247048941102390514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFDNj1_XPI/AAAAAAAAATE/Qxgc59OltZM/s320/DSCI0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The threesomes!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt;, time to kayak!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFBqfWi1RI/AAAAAAAAAR8/RNMah-4OAmg/s1600-h/DSCI0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247047239089706258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFBqfWi1RI/AAAAAAAAAR8/RNMah-4OAmg/s320/DSCI0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was walking down the beach and came across these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thingys&lt;/span&gt;. At first , I thought that it was for the turtles to "park" and to lay eggs. What imagination that I have but I doubt that it is for that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFBq_5GhiI/AAAAAAAAASE/UdeQsoAh8dM/s1600-h/DSCI0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFBrCbLvUI/AAAAAAAAASM/ruztbtA1qXc/s1600-h/DSCI0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247047248504405314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFBrCbLvUI/AAAAAAAAASM/ruztbtA1qXc/s320/DSCI0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me, on the beach. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFBrYFL0wI/AAAAAAAAASU/QjHc7dyHGg4/s1600-h/DSCI0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247047254317716226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFBrYFL0wI/AAAAAAAAASU/QjHc7dyHGg4/s320/DSCI0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another view of the beach. Beautiful ain't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFBrrdlfsI/AAAAAAAAASc/LpKNDuXJuhM/s1600-h/DSCI0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247047259520335554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFBrrdlfsI/AAAAAAAAASc/LpKNDuXJuhM/s320/DSCI0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The guys... the mans...!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNE-bqoy7lI/AAAAAAAAARU/gAxynnGGbD4/s1600-h/DSCI0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247043685886127698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNE-bqoy7lI/AAAAAAAAARU/gAxynnGGbD4/s320/DSCI0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Paying close attention to something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNE-cJhtpVI/AAAAAAAAARc/2rVijo8GVWk/s1600-h/DSCI0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247043694177920338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNE-cJhtpVI/AAAAAAAAARc/2rVijo8GVWk/s320/DSCI0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNE-cU86DvI/AAAAAAAAARk/rphV3CEhHAI/s1600-h/DSCI0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247043697244770034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNE-cU86DvI/AAAAAAAAARk/rphV3CEhHAI/s320/DSCI0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNE-ciaKmvI/AAAAAAAAARs/rBvK-Dv8FGs/s1600-h/DSCI0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247043700857150194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNE-ciaKmvI/AAAAAAAAARs/rBvK-Dv8FGs/s320/DSCI0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNE-c2Q_FbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/0yJsbj6BER0/s1600-h/DSCI0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247043706187355570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNE-c2Q_FbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/0yJsbj6BER0/s320/DSCI0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Spider Johnson and Shawn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEfDH34XYI/AAAAAAAAAQs/LWTksj5InQc/s1600-h/DSCI0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247009179376835970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEfDH34XYI/AAAAAAAAAQs/LWTksj5InQc/s320/DSCI0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Emperor&lt;/span&gt; Wu with his loyal subjects. One that serves him very well, another that drinks all the time, and another that just likes to hide and give surprises. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEfDhevlUI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/A5KdtZMZ-k0/s1600-h/DSCI0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247009186250724674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEfDhevlUI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/A5KdtZMZ-k0/s320/DSCI0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mike and his steps taken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEfEak4crI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/FthErinCvpw/s1600-h/DSCI0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247009201577292466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEfEak4crI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/FthErinCvpw/s320/DSCI0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEfEgxzqNI/AAAAAAAAARE/5PLWSYPRUbY/s1600-h/DSCI0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247009203242117330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEfEgxzqNI/AAAAAAAAARE/5PLWSYPRUbY/s320/DSCI0130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEfFHQ-bJI/AAAAAAAAARM/ZxLtk2WYSGA/s1600-h/DSCI0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247009213573393554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEfFHQ-bJI/AAAAAAAAARM/ZxLtk2WYSGA/s320/DSCI0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Cavemen, surrounding a "fire".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEdI_WaRtI/AAAAAAAAAQE/c10Cu3z_Dbk/s1600-h/DSCI0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247007081144927954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEdI_WaRtI/AAAAAAAAAQE/c10Cu3z_Dbk/s320/DSCI0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is called bush food. Apparently, it can be eaten. The guide took it and ate it. Then, I was the next one to try it. I did. Guess what it taste like? Salty salad. Very very salty salad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEdJbafqlI/AAAAAAAAAQM/p2igOe0GfBA/s1600-h/DSCI0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247007088678251090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEdJbafqlI/AAAAAAAAAQM/p2igOe0GfBA/s320/DSCI0146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEdJk1lQ2I/AAAAAAAAAQU/zr6YAX1mWmA/s1600-h/DSCI0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247007091207783266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEdJk1lQ2I/AAAAAAAAAQU/zr6YAX1mWmA/s320/DSCI0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEdKNuO0PI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Qqnp67Aao00/s1600-h/DSCI0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247007102182805746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEdKNuO0PI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Qqnp67Aao00/s320/DSCI0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mummy bird and her babies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEdKbn8C5I/AAAAAAAAAQk/LGsJzwxnFGw/s1600-h/DSCI0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247007105914506130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEdKbn8C5I/AAAAAAAAAQk/LGsJzwxnFGw/s320/DSCI0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEbrrmF6LI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fA85gygTACU/s1600-h/DSCI0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247005478114158770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEbrrmF6LI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fA85gygTACU/s320/DSCI0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEbr_rWZ9I/AAAAAAAAAPk/rBVbYlOvack/s1600-h/DSCI0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247005483504920530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEbr_rWZ9I/AAAAAAAAAPk/rBVbYlOvack/s320/DSCI0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEbsI7ZsLI/AAAAAAAAAPs/zZ4iKVhvIAA/s1600-h/DSCI0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247005485988163762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEbsI7ZsLI/AAAAAAAAAPs/zZ4iKVhvIAA/s320/DSCI0164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEbsRikzHI/AAAAAAAAAP0/M7TwZQD-6fE/s1600-h/DSCI0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247005488299953266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEbsRikzHI/AAAAAAAAAP0/M7TwZQD-6fE/s320/DSCI0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I call this, "The return". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt; guys. Who are they ...?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEbs4VNivI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VnpJHf5hFqQ/s1600-h/DSCI0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247005498712886002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEbs4VNivI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VnpJHf5hFqQ/s320/DSCI0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;White caps...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;yeh&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEZSz_8YiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fq7a_VTSMqM/s1600-h/DSCI0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247002851850084898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEZSz_8YiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Fq7a_VTSMqM/s320/DSCI0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You have stairway to heaven. This is stairway to the beach....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEZTNToGfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/JhB-JsAbld4/s1600-h/DSCI0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247002858643528178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEZTNToGfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/JhB-JsAbld4/s320/DSCI0180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEZTmb_CiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cFFkdd_hZXo/s1600-h/DSCI0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247002865389472290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEZTmb_CiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cFFkdd_hZXo/s320/DSCI0183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our kayaks. Birds, get away. Shoo!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEZUHGettI/AAAAAAAAAPM/zu_4N9dstZY/s1600-h/DSCI0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247002874157643474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEZUHGettI/AAAAAAAAAPM/zu_4N9dstZY/s320/DSCI0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEZUWSGumI/AAAAAAAAAPU/M8kKcif6ipY/s1600-h/DSCI0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247002878232935010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEZUWSGumI/AAAAAAAAAPU/M8kKcif6ipY/s320/DSCI0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Toilets. They are environmentally friendly. Cause, whatever you discard in here, they will store it for 3 years, and after that, use for fertilisers i think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEW_tj-qVI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7nScIvS5hqM/s1600-h/DSCI0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247000324681410898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEW_tj-qVI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7nScIvS5hqM/s320/DSCI0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Penguins. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hai&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEXACrGi7I/AAAAAAAAAOU/EoysrbuqXcQ/s1600-h/DSCI0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247000330348432306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEXACrGi7I/AAAAAAAAAOU/EoysrbuqXcQ/s320/DSCI0199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm fat and chubby. Don't pinch me k. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEXAg76mQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/WP6akrD6NYc/s1600-h/DSCI0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247000338472016130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEXAg76mQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/WP6akrD6NYc/s320/DSCI0202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me acting cute. You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;likey&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEXA5nwoPI/AAAAAAAAAOk/9gLmbbKtCos/s1600-h/DSCI0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247000345098363122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEXA5nwoPI/AAAAAAAAAOk/9gLmbbKtCos/s320/DSCI0211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Following the leader, the leader the leader.....Food is this way. Come and follow me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEXBCM49LI/AAAAAAAAAOs/duqpRd67pX8/s1600-h/DSCI0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247000347401581746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNEXBCM49LI/AAAAAAAAAOs/duqpRd67pX8/s320/DSCI0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What's your name? I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;penguinee&lt;/span&gt;. What's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNC4ESB58sI/AAAAAAAAANk/jSh8dhpoZvA/s1600-h/DSCI0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246895949585445570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNC4ESB58sI/AAAAAAAAANk/jSh8dhpoZvA/s320/DSCI0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNC4Epvb_YI/AAAAAAAAANs/p1SjLjJCiN8/s1600-h/DSCI0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246895955950435714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNC4Epvb_YI/AAAAAAAAANs/p1SjLjJCiN8/s320/DSCI0223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNC4FDvZ7yI/AAAAAAAAAN0/c3qyYdrHrDk/s1600-h/DSCI0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246895962929622818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNC4FDvZ7yI/AAAAAAAAAN0/c3qyYdrHrDk/s320/DSCI0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNC4Fu3KzTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/oZ2lFQo4B2s/s1600-h/DSCI0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246895974504910130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNC4Fu3KzTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/oZ2lFQo4B2s/s320/DSCI0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNC4F_LXd1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/CfAL7q1H3Ow/s1600-h/DSCI0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246895978884593490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNC4F_LXd1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/CfAL7q1H3Ow/s320/DSCI0230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNC1nx1nPlI/AAAAAAAAAM8/l422YLslaUU/s1600-h/DSCI0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246893260884360786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNC1nx1nPlI/AAAAAAAAAM8/l422YLslaUU/s320/DSCI0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After seeing her feeding the penguins, it's our turn to be fed. Hooray!! nice food. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNC1oIFZgNI/AAAAAAAAANE/hDMoQnrv7oU/s1600-h/DSCI0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246893266856149202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNC1oIFZgNI/AAAAAAAAANE/hDMoQnrv7oU/s320/DSCI0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Two penguins. A black and a white one. They are apparently trying to mate. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNC1oY0RrUI/AAAAAAAAANM/0KumbZ_oxbc/s1600-h/DSCI0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246893271347735874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNC1oY0RrUI/AAAAAAAAANM/0KumbZ_oxbc/s320/DSCI0243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These two also wanted to do the same but I don't encourage so. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNC1o96WKPI/AAAAAAAAANU/PZk-uNlYQQw/s1600-h/DSCI0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246893281305307378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNC1o96WKPI/AAAAAAAAANU/PZk-uNlYQQw/s320/DSCI0247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at this macho man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNC1pJQYBAI/AAAAAAAAANc/KY7jL7vNSDY/s1600-h/DSCI0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246893284350493698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNC1pJQYBAI/AAAAAAAAANc/KY7jL7vNSDY/s320/DSCI0251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taking a nap. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNCyLrRRAcI/AAAAAAAAAMU/PYvnXXJO9UM/s1600-h/DSCI0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246889479550075330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNCyLrRRAcI/AAAAAAAAAMU/PYvnXXJO9UM/s320/DSCI0259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After all that, we kayaked back to our starting point after kayaking one big circle around the island. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNCyL-3ea-I/AAAAAAAAAMc/5ekjkmjpuew/s1600-h/DSCI0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246889484810611682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNCyL-3ea-I/AAAAAAAAAMc/5ekjkmjpuew/s320/DSCI0261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A singh and a japanese?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNCyMECc5BI/AAAAAAAAAMk/43hN8IPYfgo/s1600-h/DSCI0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246889486198826002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNCyMECc5BI/AAAAAAAAAMk/43hN8IPYfgo/s320/DSCI0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at them. Just finished everything and they are already checking to see whether their BF msged them or not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNCyMeF6buI/AAAAAAAAAMs/IUhEaV6_f94/s1600-h/DSCI0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246889493192666850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNCyMeF6buI/AAAAAAAAAMs/IUhEaV6_f94/s320/DSCI0260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNCyMwX81fI/AAAAAAAAAM0/krqb7r4bOgk/s1600-h/DSCI0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246889498100159986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNCyMwX81fI/AAAAAAAAAM0/krqb7r4bOgk/s320/DSCI0266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The end. Bye bye. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-4998888680314066605?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/4998888680314066605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=4998888680314066605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/4998888680314066605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/4998888680314066605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/09/kayakpaddle-paddle-paddle.html' title='Kayak...paddle paddle paddle'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SNFE673HpcI/AAAAAAAAATM/NgRFg13IzdE/s72-c/DSCI0072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-7363527339466803415</id><published>2008-09-09T15:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:43:40.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me introduce to you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi everyone. Hammy here. It's really good to be blogging again. Yes, now that my paws are up and running, well, not running but typing, I just feel like introducing to you some of my friends that I met during my trip to UK. Here it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eclectech.co.uk/b3ta/posh-hamster-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://eclectech.co.uk/b3ta/posh-hamster-wallpaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This, everyone, is Sir Jeffrey. Yup, He's got a "sir" from the queen apparently, well, that's what he told me. Quite a quiet fellow though but once you mention about hamster rights, he will go on lecturing you non-stop. 5 hours the least? Sometimes, he is weird. He will stare at you with his big round one-sided glass thingy. Scary at some times but ya. Anyway, he claims that he is not afraid of cats. Obviously, he's just bragging about it though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fun-bilder.de/hamster_with_gun.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://fun-bilder.de/hamster_with_gun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was staying in a house somewhere in London on a quiet street. I heard some gun shots , like 3 to 4 of them. I turned and looked back, only to find this hamster, Rags, holding and pointing his rifle at me. I found out that he was the one that made the gun shots from his mouth. Don't ask me how, but it was very very real. A playful hamster with a big appetite for destruction. Just don't ask him to hold anything ( i.e, your carrots), he'll just bite them into pieces, spits it out and offer it back to you. Other than that, a mischievous fellow too. There was once that I was eating my sunflower seeds, minding my own business when suddenly a cat started to chase me. I ran for my life. After running for like a meter or so, I just lie down on the floor, exhausted, and just thought of my funeral, in the cat's stomach. The fortunate thing was, the cat didn't eat me. Why? Rags friend. Oh my. Apparently, they played a trick on me. How naughty. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ish&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img408.imageshack.us/img408/6099/hamster017pr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img408.imageshack.us/img408/6099/hamster017pr2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Polline&lt;/span&gt;, the shy one. She likes hiding in this purple thingy container thingy. I found her in there when I was on my way down to meet my cousin. I was curious as to why was she squeezing herself into that small thing. I mean, there's so much space outside but why inside. Nah, never really get to talk to her much. She was quiet most of the time. All she ever said was " squeak, squeaky squeak squeak!!". Man, I don't even understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/images/cknowles/2004/12/28/hamster.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/images/cknowles/2004/12/28/hamster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fegos&lt;/span&gt;, the 'golfer'. He likes to show off his golf skills. Apparently, he's the only hamster in the world that can play golf, making him number one in the world. Well, that's what he claimed. Likes drinking and hanging out in the bar. I did managed to talk to him but all he talked about was golf golf and more golf. Like, how he scored a hole-in-one, how he hit the ball hard enough that it was faster than the speed of light. Oh gosh!! I was so bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup. Those where some of the hamsters that I met. Interesting characters but just not the kind that I want to be around with. Still, I love running in my hamster wheel, eat my sunflower seeds and drink water. Of course, blog. Alright, gotta go and get something to eat. I'm hungry. God bless everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-7363527339466803415?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/7363527339466803415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=7363527339466803415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/7363527339466803415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/7363527339466803415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-me-introduce-to-you.html' title='Let me introduce to you...'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-7448361814506486452</id><published>2008-09-05T12:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:59:29.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romans 8:38</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/98/212336546_a2e9dc79d3.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/98/212336546_a2e9dc79d3.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi!!! Hammy here. Yes, I'm finally back from my trip to UK. Miss me? I had been a way or quite some time now, and thus, the blog haven't been updated for quite some time. Now that I'm back, this blog is going to be up and running again like the old days, depending on whether my paws can keep up. Alright, Jim has something to share about Romans 8:38, a bible verse that he recently fell in love with. Here is what he has to say:&lt;/span&gt;                                                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hi. Jim here. How are all of you? I have something to share about Romans 8:38. I stumbled upon this verse while doing my quiet time. It was so so so so beautiful. I loved it so so so much until I want to memorise it, and guess what, I did. Here is the verse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For I can assure you that&lt;br /&gt;neither death nor life,&lt;br /&gt;neither angels nor demons,&lt;br /&gt;neither past nor present,&lt;br /&gt;neither any power,&lt;br /&gt;neither height nor depth,&lt;br /&gt;neither any creation in this world&lt;br /&gt;that can separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus, our Lord. " Romans 8:38&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Beautiful isn't it? To sum it all up, it's just saying nothing, nothing in this world, and nothing in the spiritual realm, nothing in all creation, and nothing that is known to exist can separate us from our love with God. Why? Because God's love is powerful and it goes beyond anything. His love for us surpasses all things. It is so powerful that nothing can break it, just like diamonds that can't be cut but God's love is way way way tougher and stronger than diamonds. I fell in love with this verse because it is so comforting to know that God loves me, and at the same time, non can break our love relationship. Awesome!! God loves each and everyone of us. He even gave His son, Jesus, to die on the cross for us. John 3:16 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only begotten son that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The act of God , giving His one and only son to die for our sins is just like sacrificing my own sweet cute little daughter to die for a bunch of ants. Ya, you might think, why do such a thing? Why sacrifice for a bunch of useless ants that are so weak. Why? The same thing applies to us. We, are like the ants. Useless, weak and worst, sinful in nature. By right, we have nothing to do with God because He is so holy, and who we are? Just mere sinful humans. BUT, God, a holy God, almighty God, everlasting God, the God that created the heavens and the earth, came to us, loves us, and wants to be involved with us. He wants to be with us. That's why He gave His son, Jesus, to die on the cross for our sins. He's giving us a chance to repent, admitting that we are sinners, and surrending our lives to Jesus by believing that He died for us. He's giving us a golden opportunity to be His children, to establish a relationship with Himself. To be continued....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God loves you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&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/4096981592132988014-7448361814506486452?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/7448361814506486452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=7448361814506486452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/7448361814506486452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/7448361814506486452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/09/romans-838.html' title='Romans 8:38'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-3600697777018699102</id><published>2008-08-25T14:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:44:06.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fasting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christtabernaclesr.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/fasting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.christtabernaclesr.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/fasting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hi everyone, Jim. Well, my secretary , Hammy had been away for some time already. He hadn't been updating the blog did he? Oh well, you want to get a job done, you better do it yourself. Apparently, Hammy is now in UK. Do not ask me why and what but, he'll soon be back, I hope. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, fasting..yes yes. What about it? Recently, I had fasted for almost 40 days now for Malaysia. 40 days prior to Malaysia's Independent day. What do I fast on? I fast from solid food from 12-5pm. It wasn't easy coz, I eat a lot and skipping lunch ain't something that you can just skip it for fun. I need food, all the time. So far so good. I have like 6 more days to go till my fast ends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh no, it doesn't end there though. This weekend, I will be fasting for 40 hours from solid food. Now, that will be the hard one. I'm fasting for the children in India. Most of the children in India, are denied the right to education. Why? Coz they are forced to work for their family. They will work about 17 hours a day, 7 days a week. Worst than that, they are only paid like 15 cents a day only. If they don't work, their family don't eat. That simple. How fortunate we are that we have food to eat. So, that's why, I'm fasting for them. Anyway, this 40 hour fast was organised by World Vision, and body that helps to make poverty history all around the world. With the money I raised, I can feed a single child for a month, that is if I raise $40. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Let us remember that, their &lt;strong&gt;impossible&lt;/strong&gt; , is our &lt;strong&gt;possible.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-3600697777018699102?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/3600697777018699102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=3600697777018699102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/3600697777018699102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/3600697777018699102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/08/fasting.html' title='Fasting'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-3732517063075850552</id><published>2008-08-18T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:22:49.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To my friends...Jim here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Salam sejahtera diucapkan kepada semua rakan saya yang dihormati. Hairan ke kalau saya ini tiba-tiba aje blog dalam melayu. Tak lah..aku nak 'test' aku punya bahasa ni. Dah lah berpuluh-puluh bulan ku ni tak cakap, apatah lagi tulis. Ye la. Aku sekarang ni bosan, hingga blog dalam bahasa. Haha, tidak sangka bahasa saya ni masih boleh tahan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh ya, kamu ni sedang tanya akan Hammy ye? Entahlah dia pergi mana. Sejak semalam dah keluar. Malam-malam buta keluar pulak. Eh eh, tikus ni, apasal la dia ni. Pergi mana? Clubbing? Tidak mungkin lah. Kena pijak baru ada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh ya, kepada rakan saya yang tidak 'paham' langsung apa yang saya cakap ini, 'sorrylah', haha, khas untuk warga Malaysia sahaja. Tetapi, kalau faham, bagus. Satu kelebihan. Syabas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Macam mana, ada pergi mana-mana? Hari merdeka nak tiba ini. Ada cuti sekolah ke? Haha, tak de lah. Sini mana ade cuti? Haha...tak mengapa. Dalam hati saya ni, masih patriotik. Jalur gemilang tetap ku kibarkan , dalam hati saya. Betul ini! tak percaya ke? Amboi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oklah, ku nak pergi ni. Sekarang dah lah pukul 5.19 petang. Hari dah malam. Nanti gelap gelita . Nak pulang ke rumah pun payah nanti. Pijak benda yang bukan-bukan baru tau. Ku balik dulu ya. Nak beli ayam lagi...aih...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-3732517063075850552?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/3732517063075850552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=3732517063075850552' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/3732517063075850552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/3732517063075850552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-my-friends.html' title='To my friends...'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-1305824792668045108</id><published>2008-08-18T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:09:40.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quantummatters.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/frustrated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://quantummatters.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/frustrated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hi. Yes, as you can see it on the picture, it's frustration. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jim&lt;/span&gt; here by the way. It's a frustrating day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;..I can still laugh about it...weird. Anyway, here's what happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Plan to sleep and wake up at 2am to do my lab report but instead woke up at 4am. Ya, I woke up feeling a little angry with myself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did my lab report till 7am. Came to uni, discussed with friend about lab report. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Disagreed with what he said. I still insist that I'm still correct about my lab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did some more work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Discussed with friend again, disagreed with him again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did more lab work. Went to see lecturer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Came back, discussed with friend and what did you know, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stubborn&lt;/span&gt; still insist that he was right. I stood  my ground and told him that THE LECTURER said so. What are you gonna do about it...huh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to the lab to re-do some part of the experiment. My friend arranged the wires here and there in a confident way( and confusing too). I felt that there was something not right and I myself was confused too. I told him to take it out again and re-do it but no... Good thing that there's someone there to support me. He iterated what I said to my lab partner (oh ya, there were 3 of us). Finally, we re-do it again, connecting the wires here and there. See, told you, do it again and it's more clear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Done my lab and report. I went to the office and submitted the lab report. I laid my hands upon it and asked God to bless it. Well, it's all up to Him now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blabing&lt;/span&gt; here..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. At night, plenty more of work to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Despite all that, I still feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, though I'm a little tensed now. Oh well. God is my strength, my shield, my portion, my everything. What shall I worry about when I have God. Psalms 46:10. "Be still and know I am God....". I sent an sms to one of my friend today. I thought this verse was for my friend but I didn't know it was for me. Haha...yes yes. It means, relax, chill, for God is in control. I like this verse. Oh yeah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok bye, don't disturb. Saya nak buat kerja ni. Nanti masa depan baru aku blog lagi ya...Bye, jumpa lagi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ps: for those of you who doesn't understand this, it's Malay. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-1305824792668045108?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/1305824792668045108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=1305824792668045108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/1305824792668045108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/1305824792668045108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/08/frustration.html' title='Frustration...'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-3358146968573136866</id><published>2008-08-12T13:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:54:34.852+09:00</updated><title type='text'>For you...Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SYMZliUDJiI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lkdDUFfsOi0/s1600-h/DSCI0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SYMZliUDJiI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lkdDUFfsOi0/s320/DSCI0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297105719374587426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To my beloved juniors. I hope that only you all will read this but no one else. That's why I purposely edit my old post, a smart move you think? Dunno la, I just thought about it hehe. Anyway, if you are reading this, it means you already received my 'ang pow'. Well, since I can't really actually give money, I thought of indirectly giving you all 'ang pow' but with a message. Hehe...so, straight to the point. Why the RM10 notes, and not the green blueish RM50 notes...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red symbolises Jesus' blood, and also Chinese New Year. The blood that He had shed for us. CNY has many similarities with Jesus eh? Why a heart? The heart symbolises your own individual hearts. Hearts that belongs to Jesus. Notice that there is a shiny silver strip on the left side. That's where our human heart is, on our left. As you see the silver strip , it's reflects light right? The same thing with our hearts, we must reflect Jesus, and be lights of the world Matt 5. Notice the star that blast out of the heart? The different directions that it points?  It is for the people around you. We are given a great commission, and that is to bring the gospel to all, no matter which direction, north , south , east , west... Then, notice the malay words, "ini sah" on the bottom? It declares that this heart, is real and is always true to Jesus. If y ou turn to the back, "RM" is obviously visible, and is stands for "remember me" . Remember who? Remember Jesus, and always put Him first in your hearts. There's where the visible number one comes into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I didn't know that this can actually symbolise so many things. Yup. That's all I have to say. It's up to you all to do whatever you all want with it. Take care, and God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jim koko&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/4096981592132988014-3358146968573136866?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/3358146968573136866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=3358146968573136866' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/3358146968573136866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/3358146968573136866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-sings.html' title='For you...Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SYMZliUDJiI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lkdDUFfsOi0/s72-c/DSCI0090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-8505302186894000339</id><published>2008-08-04T00:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:41:51.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord's Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3f99e4da67d7f148" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3f99e4da67d7f148%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331958142%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D629CC04D945542C55685E5FFD1A85A12F7A68727.64C6B5BFA63ACC3EEB39A5434C36BFD0F181059F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3f99e4da67d7f148%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5ExM0mD1sDXvVNxipM_xJYfj7hQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3f99e4da67d7f148%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331958142%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D629CC04D945542C55685E5FFD1A85A12F7A68727.64C6B5BFA63ACC3EEB39A5434C36BFD0F181059F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3f99e4da67d7f148%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5ExM0mD1sDXvVNxipM_xJYfj7hQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Opps, sorry, me paws are too small. Accidentally pressed too long. Anyway, Hammy here. Ya, apparently, Jim is already asleep. Oh well, he's just tired you know. It's now up to the hamster to do the job. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jim was amused, er..no, not amused, but just impressed by this little girl. Haha, just barely 3 years old, she's already able to sing a whole song. Tell me, which of you humans are able to sing when you are 3? I know Jim can't. Don't ask me how I know but I just know. I'm a hamster of great wisdom..hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, this is the prayer itself:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Father, who art in Heaven, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hallowed be Thy name, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on earth as it is in heaven, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;give us this day our daily bread,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;forgive us of our trespasses, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as we forgive those who trespass against us, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and lead us not into temptation &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but deliver us from evil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for Thine is the kingdom, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the glory, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the power, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;forever and ever, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amen.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Note, this words are a little different than what is being sung in the video but the meaning still remains unchanged. Good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In the mean time, enjoy the video, and Jim said that he will get back to you about the meaning behind this prayer. Alright, I have some hamster wheel to run. Won't be sleeping the whole night though. Exercise to lose fat...haha. God bless!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-8505302186894000339?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3f99e4da67d7f148&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/8505302186894000339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=8505302186894000339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/8505302186894000339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/8505302186894000339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/08/lords-prayer.html' title='The Lord&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-5315066409215588835</id><published>2008-08-01T10:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:08:38.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickening!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/civilliberty/1/5/K/0/-/-/weddingrings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/civilliberty/1/5/K/0/-/-/weddingrings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi. Jim here. Why I said sickening? Come, let me tell you why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was walking in my uni, and then, I headed towards the library. Just outside the entrance, I saw a group of people, signing something. They were crowding around a table, a small one in fact. Curious, I wanted to know. Actually, I wasn't that curious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;. I kinda know what was it. Anyway, just to satisfy my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;curiosity&lt;/span&gt;, I went over. As soon as I took my first step towards the table , this guy approached me and asked me something that I will always despise:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;" Hi, do you want to sign a petition for same sex marriage? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Oh, no thank you. " I answered while waving my hand indicating a 'no'. Then, as soon as I walked past them, I said "sickening". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ya, it's really really sickening to see people doing this. Same sex marriage? What is that? It's disgusting and just disgusting. Why can men fall in love with men and how can a women even fall in love with a women? I just don't understand and I just don't get it. Biologically, I have no idea how this could happen. I just feel like telling a gay or a lesbian "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, yeah, all the best in having a baby!". Oh, sickening. Imagine, a rooster mating with another rooster, a male lion mating with a male lion, mickey mouse marrying mickey mouse, daisy duck live happily ever after with daisy duck, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cinderella&lt;/span&gt; engaged to snow white...now, you tell me, is that wrong or what? Don't tell me it's just a fairy tale, well, same sex marriage is just the same...duh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can't believe what is happening to the world today. It's just retarded. Not right. God forbids, the bible forbids, I forbid, sane people forbid. Again, just , sickening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve. He made man, and see that he was lonely, thus making him a woman, to keep him company. Then, God made man and woman to be together, to enjoy one another in their marriage. That's the beauty of God's creation. Ain't He a genius or what! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I can give you thousands upon thousands of examples why same sex marriage is wrong. Look around you , and you will see why. I'm not too sure why people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;succumb&lt;/span&gt; to fall in love with a person of the same sex. Lonely? Desperate? Easier to get close to a person of the same sex? Whatever it is, it's wrong. Snap out of it. God loves us. Don't destroy yourself by getting involved in such a thing. God can help you. Just say a simple prayer to Him, and He shall answer, I guarantee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-5315066409215588835?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/5315066409215588835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=5315066409215588835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/5315066409215588835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/5315066409215588835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/08/sickening.html' title='Sickening!'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-988549584981029532</id><published>2008-07-24T14:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T15:20:31.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken then, boneless now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unicef.org/influenzaresources/files/cartoon_chicken(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.unicef.org/influenzaresources/files/cartoon_chicken(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Good day. Hammy here. Apparently, Jim was very very very excited today. I specifically have no idea why but he was excited over cutting up a chicken. Hm...reminds me of KFC, though I don't eat chicken meat but...hey, what am I talking here. Out of topic. Oh well, here is what Jim has to say:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hi!!!!!! Jim here. Yes yes yes yes, I'm excited because....(drumroll..................................................................................................................................................) because, I cut up a whole chicken. HEhe, yes yes yes, I did. I cut a whole chicken up. I'm so , so...er, so, so excited. Haha. So, you will be wondering, why all of a sudden cut a chicken up? You hate chicken? Haha, absolutely not. Well, initially, I was supposed to prepare a dish for a pot bless party. I thought of preparing curry chicken. I went to Coles supermarket, but can't find chopped up chicken. There's only whole chicken, meaning, those are not chopped up yet. It's still one big piece. Oh well, what the heck. I just bought it. 2 whole chickens some more. That's a little bit too much right? Hm.. no la, coz my Malaysian mentality took over. THey are selling 2 chickens for like $10 something? That's cheap. I bought it, with some curry paste, this and that, onions, potatoes, and happily walked home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now, the surgery table. Haha, no no, the chopping board. I looked at the chicken and the chicken, well, didn't look back at me coz it's dead right? It is. Ok, anyway, as I unpack the chicken from the plastic bag, I realised it was 2 small chickens. Ceh..!! I thought it was 2 big, large chickens. Oh well. Then, I flipped it up and down, trying to figure out where to cut first. My chopping-up-the-chicken experience, zero. I'm only equipped with a chopper, and only a memory of watching the butcher chopping up the chicken when I was a small boy . That's all I have. ANd of course, a chopping board, and er..what else..music... Ehem..Anyway, let me see, ah...yes. So, I chopped the chicken into half. I literally chopped. Like, chopping a log, or something like that. It was quite loud. Well, not really but you get the idea. And I chop, chop chop, here and there, the wings, the thigh, then, the breast..then, here and there. Oh my, it was as if I was murdering someone. " Die! die! die!.." haha. I remembered my dad telling me about chopping the chicken. Cut the wings, the thigh, and the breast. That's what I remembered. How did it turned out in the end? The chicken was bloody. Pieces of meat everywhere. It was a mess, like a crime scene. I pity the chicken. In the end, I managed to chop it into decent looking pieces, and chucked it into the pot to boil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ok, so, that was what that initiated me to chop the chicken. Then, feeling not satisfied, I went to search on the internet and learnt how to chop the chicken. Not only that, I also learnt how to debone a chicken, which is interesting also..hehe. After that, with this burning passion to chop a chicken "properly", I bought another chicken again, and this time, it was so much better and here are some pictures to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SIgkwkdQYHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/f2Oxuj3ffVc/s1600-h/24072008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226467784402165874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SIgkwkdQYHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/f2Oxuj3ffVc/s320/24072008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Presenting, the chicken and the blade. Hm...reminded me of beauty and the beast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SIgkwi6l2EI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9WqMhXxQOhc/s1600-h/24072008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226467783988336706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SIgkwi6l2EI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9WqMhXxQOhc/s320/24072008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aha! Parts of chicken seperated. The thigh, the breast, the wing and the er...the rib cage..haha. At this moment, I felt to happy that I was able to do it. It looks like the chicken sold in supermarket. How cool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SIgkwka-SyI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pcp4Sh9lArk/s1600-h/24072008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226467784392592162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SIgkwka-SyI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pcp4Sh9lArk/s320/24072008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another picture. Look at the breast meat..it's so so shiny and haha, looks yummy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SIgkw5aRVGI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ruh1F6oGHC8/s1600-h/24072008(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226467790026789986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SIgkw5aRVGI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ruh1F6oGHC8/s320/24072008(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alright, the full deboned chicken. No bones left. All the meat are on the plate on the right. The bones on the left. And, the wing bone, drumstick bones and thigh bones at the bottom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SIgkxIICWOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0wNZ3X6q460/s1600-h/24072008(014).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226467793976842466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SIgkxIICWOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0wNZ3X6q460/s320/24072008(014).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Somehow, I seemed to lost a thigh bone. Weird. I did look here and there for it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, yes, it was a success, and on my first try. I feel to nice you know. It's like an achievement to me. A milestone in my life...hehe. Oh ya, do you know that it's cheaper to buy a whole chicken? Yes, it's cheaper than those cut up ones. Alright then. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unicef.org/influenzaresources/files/cartoon_chicken(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4096981592132988014-988549584981029532?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/988549584981029532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=988549584981029532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/988549584981029532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/988549584981029532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/07/chicken-then-boneless-now.html' title='Chicken then, boneless now.'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SIgkwkdQYHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/f2Oxuj3ffVc/s72-c/24072008(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-5821710123312343899</id><published>2008-07-21T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T14:36:15.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweat....!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Palace/9536/shin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Palace/9536/shin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You heard it before, everywhere you go. People that you talk to..anyone you come across. Sweat...!! Yes, the one expression that I can say it new to me. Well, pity me. My master is one of those 'sweaty' person. So, what is it? Jim has something to say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, sweat sweat sweat...we here it like everywhere. Well, I only think we asians do it. Sweat is another word for lame (in my opinion). Someone walks to you, and tells you a very very lame joke, you will say "sweat...", or someone said something lame like, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Aiyo, the table is too full. We can't really put anymore things on it. No space man". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Yes, you are correct, no spaceman, but there are astronauts...".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, that is lame. Lameness is something you either get it naturally or you are influenced by people. Me, I got my lameness through mixing around with lame people. I wasn't lame before but as time goes by, I started to become one. How lame is that. Now, from a normal conversation, I can actually turn it into something lamer. Haha, it adds taste to it right? (at least). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Something that I still don't understand. When we want to express our lame expression, I mean, for the people who are on the receiving end, why they sweat? I mean, isn't lameness supposed to rhyme with coldness? Haha, ironic right? I mean, you sweat when it's hot. Why you still sweat when it's cold? Hm...interesting ya...Haha, the japanese anime really had much influence. I salute the Japanese animes. They really draw super well till you can actually know what they are expressing. Sad, happy, lame... they always manage to get the message across. Good good. Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, back to the lame thing, why sweat huh? Interesting to know. Oh well, who cares why they call it sweat...it's a lingo now. Everyone says it..haha, and I'm enjoying it..hehe, though it sometimes irritate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-5821710123312343899?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/5821710123312343899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=5821710123312343899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/5821710123312343899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/5821710123312343899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweat.html' title='Sweat....!!'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-3123420558050341980</id><published>2008-07-19T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:06:12.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm cold...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cva.stanford.edu/images/events/cva_ski_2006/slides/IMG_6637%20sugar%20bowl%20cold%20snow%20clouds%20landscape.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://cva.stanford.edu/images/events/cva_ski_2006/slides/IMG_6637%20sugar%20bowl%20cold%20snow%20clouds%20landscape.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hammy here. Ya, it's cold, in Perth. So cold, that it's cold...haha, lame. Anyway, Jim's feeling cold too. Me? I'm ok with it. Him? He's complaining like crazy. Here is what he has to say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, it's a cold cold day in Perth and it's getting colder and colder everyday. How sucky is that. I mean, it's cold, and I don't like cold. Coz, think of it this way, when it's cold, (especially winter), it's cold everywhere. You can't really run from it. Whether under the roof or not, it's still cold. Use a heater you say...good idea, but, how much and how big can that heater supply you with heat? Now, what about summer? I prefer summer. Why? Ok, I know it's hot and sweaty and all but think of it this way. When it's hot, at least and at least, you can find shelter under a shady tree or something. Cool eh? Ya, that's already enough to shade you from the heat. If not, fan yourself. See what I mean? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been to Korea once and that's during winter. Oh my, that will be the last time that I go there, well, for now, coz, it's so so so cold. It snowed you know. Everywhere you go, it's winter and cold. The tap water, haha, cold as ice. Then, you will hate washing your hands. It makes your hands as cold as ice. How uncomfy is that. Hm...what else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, nevermind, back to Perth. I'm a guy who hates cold. I can't do much on anything. I wanted to jog, but it was too cold to jog, unless you want me to come back a piece of ice. Why I want to jog? Because I'm fat. Serious, my face is rounder and I no need to explain the rest. Why? Coz, I don't excercise, and I eat a lot, a lot, to keep me warm. Really, I have to eat to keep myself warm. So, I eat and eat and eat, and don't excercise.  Eat all the time + don't excercise = becoming fat. Haih, a little sad but, nevermind, I shall lose all that fat when winter goes away. That way, I will be thin again by the time I get back to Malaysia. Haha...great plan. Good good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eversince I first step foot in Perth, I already cannot tahan(stand it). It was too cold for me. That was summer by the way when I came . It was cold. Cold cold cold. Well, anyway, I'm already used to the weather over here. All thanks to the extra 'fat' that I gained. One thing about the cold, it's dry. It turns your skin all dry. I mean, real real real dry. Even drier than what you used to experience in Malaysia. Your skin turns literally white in colour. Eew...and it hurts. Talk about dry lips. Ouch!! haha...oh well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Besides all the coldness and all, it's a nice weather all together. Hehe...God's creation right? Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-3123420558050341980?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/3123420558050341980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=3123420558050341980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/3123420558050341980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/3123420558050341980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/07/i.html' title='I&apos;m cold...'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-3140298067373068940</id><published>2008-07-17T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T12:59:08.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you God's wife?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/users/0/3362/28_2007/73091678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/users/0/3362/28_2007/73091678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hi, Hammy here, come come come...Jim has something to share..hehe. No, it's not about marriage. Well, not his marriage ( I mean, give him another 10 years...wait, that will be too old for Jim ain't it? Hm...give him 5-7 years la, haha, anyway, he's still young), but, our marriage with God. This is what Jim has to say:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hi everyone. I was in Hillsong last week and was listening to Joyce Meyer preaching. Her sermons were superb. There was one message that she shared that was really really good. She shared about love. No, not about our love with our girlfriend or boyfriend or whatever friend, but love for our neighbours. No, not next door neighbours only, but people that we see everyday, people that we pass by on the street. The bible says love your neighbours as yourself, Matthew 19:19.  She shared that love, is the highest form of spiritual warfare. No, not praying in tongues, rebuking and all, but love. Another point that she stressed is declare war on selfishness, and above all, put on love. Amazing. Her messages are simply so practical..I like. Then, she ended with this story, which is the main reason why I want to share this with you all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One cold winter day, there's this young boy. He looks dirty due to his old rugged clothes. His feet were not covered at all as he has no shoes to wear. One look at him, you will think that he's a beggar, a pauper, a street kid. He was standing in front of a shoe shop, peeping through the display window, trying to get a glimpse of something that he had always wanted, a pair of warm shoes. He had been praying to God for a pair of shoes for a very very long time in order to keep himself warm. Then, came this lady. She saw this kid standing in front of the shop and was quite curious on what he was looking at. She came up to him, and asked him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;" Hi, what are you looking at? What's so interesting inside?".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Hi miss. I was looking at that pair of shoe over there. I wish I could have them."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Looking at the physical appearance of the boy, the lady deduced that the boy was really really in need of a pair of shoes. Then, without hesitation, she took the boy into the shop. Bought him a pair of shoes that fits his feet just nicely. Later, she took the boy to the back of the shop, washed him, and next, bought him new clothes. Not only that, she bought him extra clothes to wear next time. Looking at her , with a thankful expression, he asked :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Are you God's wife?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;People, we are God's wife. The church is the bride of Christ. God use us to show His compassion to others. As God's wife, we should help people, with love and compassion. Just to simple love people around you. Don't be so hard on them, don't be offended by them, forgive and just love them. There are people around you that need your help. So, lend a helping hand. Help them and love them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-3140298067373068940?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/3140298067373068940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=3140298067373068940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/3140298067373068940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/3140298067373068940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/07/are-you-gods-wife.html' title='Are you God&apos;s wife?'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-1884489797030498117</id><published>2008-07-16T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:47:36.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I start my day with the Lord.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tgreenconsulting.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/hand-in-hand-sustainability.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://tgreenconsulting.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/hand-in-hand-sustainability.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi, Jim here this time. Hehe, I did this without Hammy knowing it. Oh well, who cares. Afterall, I'm his master anyway..hahaha. Ok...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hm..today is a day where everyone wish is a day that they have. Don't get what I mean? It's ok. I don't get it either. I know what you are thinking, -_-!!. Nevermind, I feel that way too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a few days after the Hillsong conference(a christian conference), I still hear songs sung during the conference. They are so ever real I tell you. So so so real. Let me tell you what had happened since the past couple of days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My morning devotion haven been the same again. I mean, it's different. Usually, I will just pray after spending my quiet time. This time, I sing. This is what I did. I will take my guitar out, strum it randomly, and let the holy spirit guide me in the singing. The experience was incredible and you can actually feel that the Holy Spirit is actually guiding you, in the songs that you sing. Yes, I will start out with singing a few songs first. My favourite is "Kau Yang Terindah" , meaning, you are the most beautiful. Then, the other songs will follow. After that, I will pray, while still strumming the guitar. Haha, to my surprise, I was able to play the guitar properly while still praying. Before this, I can't really talk and play at the same time. I mean, if I'm talking, I can't play, and if I'm playing, I can't talk. In other words, I can only do one thing at a time. Surprisingly, this time is different. I can do both, and I'm actually praying better, with more passion in it. Wow, again, it's the Holy Spirit's guidance. Amen! Praise God. Then, occasionally , there will be worshiping in tongues....huhu..magnificent experience. I can feel God's presence running through me...wow...incredible. A great start to my day. Haha...cool... Again, Praise God for everything. Hallelujah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok. That's it for now. Things are great! and I only have God to thank for. Take care and God bless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-1884489797030498117?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/1884489797030498117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=1884489797030498117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/1884489797030498117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/1884489797030498117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-i-start-my-day-with-lord.html' title='How I start my day with the Lord.'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-1064615309646649008</id><published>2008-07-15T21:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:23:15.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillsong Conference 2008!!!!</title><content type='html'>Harlo. Hammy here again. Yes. This time, Jim did spend some time on this. So, yes, due to that, I spend more time editing it. Jim Jim, so much work he gave me...I only have 4 paws you know. Jim wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the conference. The reason why I am here in Sydney for. Haha...I can't actually put things into words...er...wait, actually, I can't describe it . Yes, I can't describe it till I can't actually find words to replace it. Ah...see...Nevermind that. Ok. Well, I apologize for the fuzzy pictures and blur ones as well. What to do, I don't have a good camera. Forgive me. My hands are also a little shivery, thus, the blur blur pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHytWKRtTlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0EKLyvtywOw/s1600-h/DSCI0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223240264070286930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHytWKRtTlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0EKLyvtywOw/s320/DSCI0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The view from my point of view. Haha, er....I'm not having blury visions ok, it's just the camera. The arena is almost full, ready for the night rally. Hey women, would you please take your seat?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHytWRaKIPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D-hYelGSErA/s1600-h/DSCI0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223240265984778482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHytWRaKIPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D-hYelGSErA/s320/DSCI0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;De Xin and her mum. Hm...can't make out who that is on the far left. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHys98snyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fYS3_6MNZVI/s1600-h/DSCI0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223239848108214834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHys98snyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fYS3_6MNZVI/s320/DSCI0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The arena, 97% full. Haha, we are getting there. Was told that there was actually 22000 of us in there. Wow...now, that's a lot of people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHysoMAt0HI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mV8BSDSlgj0/s1600-h/07072008(013).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223239474261905522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHysoMAt0HI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mV8BSDSlgj0/s320/07072008(013).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The arena when it is just 50% full. I'm an early bird...hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHysQPhRFRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_sO4p-x9wQc/s1600-h/07072008(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHysQVhoMzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/E3Wh_gFoyIk/s1600-h/08072008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223239064499008306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHysQVhoMzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/E3Wh_gFoyIk/s320/08072008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Guess who came. Henry Seeley of Planetshakers. What a surprise. He was with us in the songwriting workshop. I was like "wow, Henry Seeley is here. I gotta get this on camera". Haha, I did. Yes, this was the clearest I can get. Too bad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHysQbvVKKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/t_XL4sN0nJo/s1600-h/09072008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223239066167093410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHysQbvVKKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/t_XL4sN0nJo/s320/09072008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me, in the middle of the arena. Haha, now, that's close. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHysQkQE_wI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_O2ibMNoKZM/s1600-h/08072008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223239068451929858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHysQkQE_wI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_O2ibMNoKZM/s320/08072008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The arena, empty. No, not that it had finished. I was there early, so so so early. Good seats though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHysQztjK_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/yauFLyssgvA/s1600-h/09072008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223239072602074098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHysQztjK_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/yauFLyssgvA/s320/09072008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;During worship service. Yes, I took a photo in the middle of a worship session. Well, not middle la, but, the beginning. The lights are just so awesome right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHypw0PzOxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1ZJpR9DWxhg/s1600-h/DSCI0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223236323966663442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHypw0PzOxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1ZJpR9DWxhg/s320/DSCI0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Israel Houghton and Darlene Zschech, my favourite. Can't imagine that I'm looking at two great songwriters. Haha. They shared about their experience in songwriting. Learned a lot from them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHypxXW4RMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BeBwbNu2T7M/s1600-h/DSCI0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223236333391594690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHypxXW4RMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BeBwbNu2T7M/s320/DSCI0127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Leeland(on the left) and Joel Houston giving their thoughts on songwriting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHypxh95dvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/iUru3eKH6SQ/s1600-h/DSCI0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHypyZ8N3QI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5kLgHSo9vvw/s1600-h/DSCI0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223236351264939266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHypyZ8N3QI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5kLgHSo9vvw/s320/DSCI0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Again, Israel and Darlene. Can't get enough of them, can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHyoiYwAFEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qi4yNvbLI3I/s1600-h/DSCI0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223234976555734082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHyoiYwAFEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qi4yNvbLI3I/s320/DSCI0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The que outside the Acer Arena. Seriously, it was super cold. Wow...imagine all 22000 of us queing up outside the cold weather. Haha...Good experience pushing around the crowd. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHyojToo0EI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7uP6cYpFnQM/s1600-h/DSCI0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223234992362541122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHyojToo0EI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7uP6cYpFnQM/s320/DSCI0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pia and I, haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHyoj9_Q8FI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CU2gkj66Rnc/s1600-h/DSCI0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223235003731734610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHyoj9_Q8FI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CU2gkj66Rnc/s320/DSCI0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My church team to Hillsong Conference 2008!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHyokOTbf4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/oE2KUQRl-gU/s1600-h/DSCI0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223235008111280002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHyokOTbf4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/oE2KUQRl-gU/s320/DSCI0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another scene in the Arena. Awaiting the morning service to start. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yup. It was a great and awesome experience for me. I learnt many new things. God spoke to me a lot too. Was really blessed to be able to attend such conference. Haha, guess what, I had already signed up for it next year. Haha, I don't want to miss a thing. This year's speakers were great. You have Pastor Joseph Prince, Joyce Meyer, Judah Smith and many more. Haha, what a great conference. If you all have a chance, don't hesitate, just come. God was gracious that He provided me with enough money to come. I didn't regret anything. That's all for now. God bless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-1064615309646649008?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/1064615309646649008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=1064615309646649008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/1064615309646649008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/1064615309646649008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/07/hillsong-conference-2008.html' title='Hillsong Conference 2008!!!!'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHytWKRtTlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0EKLyvtywOw/s72-c/DSCI0113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-7595012567480101773</id><published>2008-07-15T17:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T17:46:34.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Hillsong church, City Campus</title><content type='html'>Hi. Hammy here. Yes, Jim wants to tell you all about his trip to Hillsong church. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello...Wonderful and glorious day it is. Yes, a group of us decided to go to Hillsong church. Yes, I was super excited. Haha, me? Attending a service in Hillsong church? Haha, I am. Anyway, this was what we saw on our way there. We walked to a designated spot where the Hillsong bus will pick us up to the church itself. How cool is that. They have a bus on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxu9lITbWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7MhJiZk3dAM/s1600-h/06072008(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223171672060947810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxu9lITbWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7MhJiZk3dAM/s320/06072008(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sunrise over the city of Sydney. Huhu, hot but cooling. A perfect weather for a Sunday . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxu9sLbslI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kZa3b1Vd2Xo/s1600-h/06072008(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223171673953120850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxu9sLbslI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kZa3b1Vd2Xo/s320/06072008(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No idea why I took this picture though. I thought..er...hm...anywayz...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxup1UkDQI/AAAAAAAAADU/HTxiWBzwiF0/s1600-h/06072008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223171332809952514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxup1UkDQI/AAAAAAAAADU/HTxiWBzwiF0/s320/06072008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, Hillsong Church. AAAAAHHHH!!! , me so excited. I'M IN HILLSONG CHURCH!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxup6x0brI/AAAAAAAAADc/EGsl8_4zLyg/s1600-h/06072008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223171334274838194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxup6x0brI/AAAAAAAAADc/EGsl8_4zLyg/s320/06072008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See, told you. They have their own bus. Cool eh...When will Zion Praise Harvest gets a bus?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxuqJV7CmI/AAAAAAAAADk/4wwRSfNYulo/s1600-h/06072008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223171338184362594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxuqJV7CmI/AAAAAAAAADk/4wwRSfNYulo/s320/06072008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Crowd outside the church, awaiting for the doors to be open, awaiting the service to start. Haha, here I come...So many people la..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxuqbPAmGI/AAAAAAAAADs/OK8x5PhtH_I/s1600-h/06072008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223171342987204706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxuqbPAmGI/AAAAAAAAADs/OK8x5PhtH_I/s320/06072008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what is it looks like inside. Check out the big screen. huhu..that's big!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxuqvX24sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/w8IgCxLEXPE/s1600-h/06072008(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223171348393026242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxuqvX24sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/w8IgCxLEXPE/s320/06072008(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, on our way back, we stumble upon this man playing guitar and balancing another on his head. I want to do that...haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for my trip to Hillsong church. Haha, till next time.  Take care and God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4096981592132988014-7595012567480101773?l=jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/feeds/7595012567480101773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4096981592132988014&amp;postID=7595012567480101773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/7595012567480101773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4096981592132988014/posts/default/7595012567480101773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimandthesinginghamster.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-hillsong-church-city-campus.html' title='To Hillsong church, City Campus'/><author><name>jimandthesinginghamster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16205137719870611675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxu9lITbWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7MhJiZk3dAM/s72-c/06072008(008).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096981592132988014.post-505114455727183864</id><published>2008-07-15T15:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:53:41.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Hillsong</title><content type='html'>Hi people. Yes, Jim just came back from Sydney, from Hillsong conference actually. This is what he has to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone. Haha, yes, I just got back from my trip to Sydney. Boy, I tell you, it was good, amazing, and er...good. Haha, it was great! Marvelous! excellent!.. and all the good word that you can put together. I was there for 11 days. I didn't even know that I will be there so long but yes, I was there for quite a long long long time(well, it did feel long though). So, let me see, where do I start. I went to Sydney 3 days before the conference started. The airport ain't bad at all ( I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Sydney Opera house. I was so excited about it that I go and touch it. See how typical Malaysian I am. Hm...Anyway, it was so cold that I had difficulty taking pictures. Well, my hands were moving all the time. Can't hold still you know. Ok, so, here are some pictures that I took with my mobile camera. I was surprised that my handphone camera can really take clear pictures...haha. By the way, the pictures and the events are not cronological meaning that they are not in order. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxeF47nH9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yCI-LRCn0dM/s1600-h/03072008(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223153123117703122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxeF47nH9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yCI-LRCn0dM/s320/03072008(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, this is a dog. A statue of a dog. His name is...er...hm..forgotten already but he was (known) to be the dog of queen Elizabeth. It talkes. Underneath it is a fountain, more of like a well. People throw coins inside for no reason. I think that these people who does that are wasting money. Er..come to think of it, I think I threw a 20 cents inside...haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxeGNe1AAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/STolMoGTCsc/s1600-h/06072008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223153128634122242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxeGNe1AAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/STolMoGTCsc/s320/06072008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is a clock tower which reminds me of London but I'm not in London am I? Anyway....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxeGU3zDQI/AAAAAAAAADE/HYTsmB35XLM/s1600-h/07072008(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223153130617900290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxeGU3zDQI/AAAAAAAAADE/HYTsmB35XLM/s320/07072008(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tram. (did I spell that correctly?) Yes, I see it everywhere like, everywhere on the roads. Careful not to be knocked down by one of these. Who knows, you'll get squashed or something (duh...).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxeGdacZ5I/AAAAAAAAADM/NKFtaJB8Io8/s1600-h/07072008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223153132910700434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxeGdacZ5I/AAAAAAAAADM/NKFtaJB8Io8/s320/07072008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is what they call the chinese garden walk. Hello, I don't even see anything Chinese. Hm...maybe it's because Asians like me walk through this walk..hm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxddGYeDQI/AAAAAAAAACM/w5_UruQPA4s/s1600-h/03072008(026).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223152422353767682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxddGYeDQI/AAAAAAAAACM/w5_UruQPA4s/s320/03072008(026).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ah...yes, the famous Sydney Opera House. Do you know that the roof is not made up of one piece but of many thousands pieces of tiles. How do I know? Of course, I touched it..hehe. Nice eh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxddPY-BXI/AAAAAAAAACU/KKGTIECwKi8/s1600-h/03072008(025).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223152424771782002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxddPY-BXI/AAAAAAAAACU/KKGTIECwKi8/s320/03072008(025).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is also another famous landmark in Sydney. It's the Sydney Harbour Bridge. I went near it, under it and across it. Don't get what I mean? It's ok. In simpler terms, I was there..haha. People climb this bridge for a fee of $199++ and it took them like 2.5 hours to do so. I didn't as I don't have enough cash with me. Sad....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxddZPmblI/AAAAAAAAACc/j_E8Phmn5yA/s1600-h/03072008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223152427416841810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxddZPmblI/AAAAAAAAACc/j_E8Phmn5yA/s320/03072008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The building that you see in the background, that was where I bought all my souvenirs. Keychains, boomerang, koala( no , not real life ones of course), and many more. Cheap! I like!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxdduH6NrI/AAAAAAAAACk/tyC47WmN2nw/s1600-h/03072008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223152433021728434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxdduH6NrI/AAAAAAAAACk/tyC47WmN2nw/s320/03072008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Somewhere in the city. See, so busy. Notice that people are crossing the road, not just one or two, but many. Haha, that's how crowded Sydney was. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxddssAf4I/AAAAAAAAACs/YzlAC3fjRQk/s1600-h/03072008(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223152432636264322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxddssAf4I/AAAAAAAAACs/YzlAC3fjRQk/s320/03072008(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;QVB (Queen Victoria Building). A shopping haven for ladies who are in particular of designer clothing. Men, er...hm...I think got la..but, haha, it's expensive. It's just another version of Suria KLCC. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxc9845JvI/AAAAAAAAABk/tcF81qqC2FI/s1600-h/05072008(038).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223151887229462258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxc9845JvI/AAAAAAAAABk/tcF81qqC2FI/s320/05072008(038).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A harbour near the Olympic Village in Sydney. Yes, I actually took the ferry back to the city. Managed to catch the sunset before it shys away from my camera. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxc-NXaa4I/AAAAAAAAABs/1wQOURPw_uI/s1600-h/05072008(021).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223151891652438914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxc-NXaa4I/AAAAAAAAABs/1wQOURPw_uI/s320/05072008(021).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Blue Mountains. I went for a tour up to Blue Mountain. It took us like about 1 hour to get there ? Why they call it Blue Mountain is because the trees on this mountain gives out particles of an oil and when the sun shines on it, it reflects a bluish colour thingy, thus naming is Blue Mountain. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxc-c70kNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/y2Y4tUhQHAY/s1600-h/05072008(027).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223151895831679186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxc-c70kNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/y2Y4tUhQHAY/s320/05072008(027).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another picture of it. Hey, I'm on top the cloud level. I'm flying! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxc-bMIXTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bnt-sKMJSEk/s1600-h/06072008(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223151895363214642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxc-bMIXTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bnt-sKMJSEk/s320/06072008(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had ribs in Sydney. It cost me $32. Hm..the picture actually looks a little smaller than the real life portion. This is a rib of a pork. It's a full rib. It's as big as 2/3 of my chest. That's how big it was.  And.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxc-qaqhKI/AAAAAAAAACE/5pJiiBNPJrI/s1600-h/06072008(015).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223151899450705058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxc-qaqhKI/AAAAAAAAACE/5pJiiBNPJrI/s320/06072008(015).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;....I finished it. Incredible. When the dish was served, I told myself that I can't finish it. Well, I did...yeah...! A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips they say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxb_c95KnI/AAAAAAAAABE/hQs-bDkFLls/s1600-h/03072008(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223150813508610674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxb_c95KnI/AAAAAAAAABE/hQs-bDkFLls/s320/03072008(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This guy is awesome. He played the harmonica, the guitar and the tambourine at the same time. How cool is that? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxb_lEpP9I/AAAAAAAAABM/Ms5NgPOeBYM/s1600-h/07072008(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223150815684411346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxb_lEpP9I/AAAAAAAAABM/Ms5NgPOeBYM/s320/07072008(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Harry's Pie. Ooooo...it was super delicious. It's beef pie with mash potato and gravy on top of it. Hey, how often can you get such pie in other places. I tell you , the food it Sydney was awesome and heavenly. Haha, I loved it to the max. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxcGIxHiRI/AAAAAAAAABU/bwI57saTBy4/s1600-h/05072008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223150928345401618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxcGIxHiRI/AAAAAAAAABU/bwI57saTBy4/s320/05072008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A koala, eating while I took a picture of it. Guess it doesn't mind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxcGXbJhII/AAAAAAAAABc/D3k0_ITrwHI/s1600-h/05072008(016).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223150932279788674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxcGXbJhII/AAAAAAAAABc/D3k0_ITrwHI/s320/05072008(016).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I call this the hairy chicken. Look at how hairy it is. Talk about birds becoming hairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxbRCtH9zI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SK4Fk1GUnXc/s1600-h/03072008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223150016184973106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxbRCtH9zI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SK4Fk1GUnXc/s320/03072008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;China Town...haha, they have one here too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxbRBYbqiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0UuYyrfFUm8/s1600-h/05072008(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223150015829748258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxbRBYbqiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0UuYyrfFUm8/s320/05072008(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, let me introduce to you me friend, the Wallaby. I took this myself actually. Noticed how fat my cheeks are. Ew...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxbRd8pWbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/I6eghKRJmQs/s1600-h/12072008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223150023497832882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxbRd8pWbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/I6eghKRJmQs/s320/12072008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Croissant from Max Brenner. O...the best chocolate cafe in the world. By the way, that cost me like $5.50. It was worth it though although I'm not a fan of chocolate...haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, that concludes my Sydney trip. Haha, it was fun and exciting. Being a guy who spends his whole life as a simple person, the trip was amazing. Haha. Just to let you all know, I'm going there again next winter. Hahah...fun. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxaIh8cXnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ppCZX1ZUmq4/s1600-h/03072008(026).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223148770440273522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6DACnxvaEX4/SHxaIh8cXnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ppCZX1ZUmq4/s200/03072008(026).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Hammy here again. That's all that Jim wants to say about his Sydney trip. 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