<?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-6244484096840935898</id><updated>2012-02-20T21:44:53.950+08:00</updated><category term='Misc'/><category term='Banned Clips'/><category term='Inspirational'/><category term='My diary'/><category term='myVideo'/><category term='Jokes'/><category term='Health'/><category term='IT info'/><title type='text'>May God Bless You...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hness</name><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>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244484096840935898.post-3369937880890938090</id><published>2009-01-13T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:03:08.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Installing Printer Driver without the printer</title><content type='html'>some printers cant be installed without the physical printer connected to the computer which can be very annoying especially when you need to install the drivers in different laptops at different location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some drivers will allow you to skip the printer detection or you can choose to install without the printer itself but i have come across with hp color laserjet 2600n, it doesnt have an option for you to skip or installing printer manually so what i did was I installed it through "ADD A PRINTER" option in printer/faxes option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncheck the plug and play detection and browse the driver from the option. you should be able to install the printer driver from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goood lucky!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-3369937880890938090?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/3369937880890938090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=3369937880890938090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/3369937880890938090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/3369937880890938090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2009/01/installing-printer-driver-without.html' title='Installing Printer Driver without the printer'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-160208118779339777</id><published>2008-12-01T22:33:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:32:33.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>comment on Movie: Babylon A.D.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/STQEJIrO_qI/AAAAAAAAAFE/thkwcKTwryo/s1600-h/babylonad-int-poster-504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/STQEJIrO_qI/AAAAAAAAAFE/thkwcKTwryo/s400/babylonad-int-poster-504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274845618551848610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BABYLON A.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The movie ws started with pretty cool scenes... when i saw the names on the dvd cover(vin diesel and michelle yeoh), i figured out they are quite an interesting combination... i always love them both anyway.... I considered them as actors who dont smile often in their movies and most of the time playing 'cool attitude' but yet I found that quite interesting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, when i started to watch this movie... i have a great expectation of the storyline but as i watched and it brought me to further scenes, i found myself in great curiosity which i thought that was just a trick to keep me in my chair and keep watching.. but as i come closer to the ending, i know there were just too many holes in this movies... probably beyond repair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im actually having a funny feeling that this movie was written in between of beer and sky juice(plain water).... coz it's just so mysterious and undoubtly full of questions, it comes from nowhere and goes nowhere.. like you trying to solve a puzzle with pieces completely out of shapes from each other and where there is no possible connection. the deeper the story, the more you are confused.... too bad, the actions were great, but the plot was soo pathetic and ridiculous, especially the ending part.. I should get paid watching this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only time that i probably laughed a little was when toorop(vin diesel) met with sister Rebeka(michelle yeoh) and utter their agreement which as usual vin diesel the only actor i think who doesnt talk much and could sum up lengthy explanations in simple sentence like "Dont F*** with me" and meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still do not know which category this movie should be in, with combinations of too advanced technologies which makes you wonder if it's really exist(you wont bother to find out if the movie was great no matter how ridiculous the gadgets are), but the storyline probably so badly written that you found yourself too busy to criticize on its weaknesess rather than trying to check if you have missed those technologies in the latest market. I dont even think i have any idea about the exact time period...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closer to the ending, though entertained with some pretty considered interesting action stuffs, rather than being 'enlightened', i found myself falling deeper into the darkness... then it was not so funny anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln4"&gt;i was actually looking intently at the timing hoping that it's still long enough for explanations.. i didnt even blink my eyes in case i missed the clue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln7"&gt;i tried to move the movie slide backward, left to the right and so forth praying it stuck somewhere and that's why it jumped into the end track.. but there was NONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i saw the black screen and all the actors name appeared, i know it's time to save someone else time to watch this movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have too much happiness right now or your brain is too free and need some extra processing jobs, i recommend you to watch this movie, it could add up some 'anger' in ur emotion and giving you extra works by googling to find the best spoilers or reviews on the internet.. I bet you would probably settle with even just some gibberish or nonsense made-up conclusions from annoyed fans... hopefully no one would suffer a brain-damaged after watching this movie.... but then if indeed it happened, it would probably completely understandable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence.. just a sincere opinion from me :)&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/6244484096840935898-160208118779339777?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/160208118779339777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=160208118779339777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/160208118779339777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/160208118779339777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/12/comment-on-movie-babylon-ad.html' title='comment on Movie: Babylon A.D.'/><author><name>Hness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/STQEJIrO_qI/AAAAAAAAAFE/thkwcKTwryo/s72-c/babylonad-int-poster-504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244484096840935898.post-3204488503064424777</id><published>2008-09-24T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:28:26.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IT info'/><title type='text'>batch file - opening external documents from Flash</title><content type='html'>Situation: Opening external file from flash interface. For example you use flash interface to run cookingdemo.pdf file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to avoid any confusion create one folder to store and save all the files&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. launch your notepad. In the notepad type "start cookingdemo.pdf" (The " " is not part of the command in the notepad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Save it as "launch.bat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Create a folder and named it as "fscommand". Save the "launch.bat" and "cookingdemo.pdf" in this folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In Flash, find the FSCOMMAND and type &lt;code&gt; fscommand ("exec", "launch.bat");&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Save this flash file and run it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-3204488503064424777?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/3204488503064424777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=3204488503064424777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/3204488503064424777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/3204488503064424777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/09/batch-file-opening-external-documents.html' title='batch file - opening external documents from Flash'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-4852959266809859027</id><published>2008-09-24T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:37:40.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>Grief overtakes Orrisa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vTato96462o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vTato96462o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another related videos (copy and paste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ubdQmUF4EiA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVJwqza-iO4&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ws speechless when i saw these videos.. How and where it went wrong? All i could say is, no amount of hatred, tears could ever explained this situation.. You could see this trend happening around the world, be it in religions, races or political, maybe not as worse as this for now or could be even worse.. but you could see it's happening.. even in malaysia itself, people keeps lighting up the 'fire', everybody are not satisfied about something, groups keep fighting to each other for their own rights... when things like this happened, nobody really wins.. imagine what the small children have learned from these, HATRED.. it's a never ending story. all i could say is, this world has comes to an end where the word 'LOVE' is no longer understood as what Jesus had taught us... where FREEDOM of religion is a threat to others...  and where PRIDE is more important than Humanity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you whether you are Christians, Hindus, Muslims, or Buddhists, ... Each of us are precious in God's eyes and He has given each of us the RIGHT to choose whom we want follow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sincere prayers to the people in Orrisa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-4852959266809859027?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/4852959266809859027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=4852959266809859027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/4852959266809859027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/4852959266809859027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/09/grief-overtakes-orrisa.html' title='Grief overtakes Orrisa...'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-5156829844746344192</id><published>2008-09-23T13:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:39:45.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IT info'/><title type='text'>Installing Canon PIXMA ip1600? (printer driver) without the printer</title><content type='html'>some printers needed to be plugged on the computer to install the printer driver, I have a problem installing the canon Pixma ip1600 a few times because I wanted to install the printer driver without the printer itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever I tried to install the printer driver it would always asked me to 'start over' again because it cant detect any plugged printer on the laptop's USB port.  (the point is installing the printer driver without the printer itself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solution for this problem is instead of choosing 'Express install' select on the 'Custom install'. You can choose to install all the other additional softwares first bundled with this printer and install the 'printer driver' later or whichever goes first, but you have to install the 'printer driver' separately so you would have an option to do 'manual selection' during printer detection. if it cant detect the printer, you can just choose 'manual selection' and it you would skip the detection and install the printer which to be used later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all folks. hope that helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any additional suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-5156829844746344192?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/5156829844746344192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=5156829844746344192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/5156829844746344192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/5156829844746344192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/09/problem-installing-canon-pixma-ip1600.html' title='Installing Canon PIXMA ip1600? (printer driver) without the printer'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-2949169536689026098</id><published>2008-07-04T09:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T01:30:34.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and the world today :)</title><content type='html'>im very very lazy bloggin and been busy with my work, life blah blah.. the excuses go on. life is just so frustating these days, dont you agree?. everytime you read the newspapers, there s nothing but problems, bad news in there. so i decided to read the chicken soup instead and im so glad i did, it's really inspiring and motivating me that though there are lots of reasons why we get discouraged with this world today but at the same time there are a lot of things which you learn to be thankful and be grateful. most of the time we tend to look more on the negative parts rather than the positive sides of life and that's how we ended up more depressed. sometimes and once in awhile i allow myself to go with the negative flows and when i able to come out from that 'negative world', i could say to myself that 'ive been there' and that would make me more understand others and i myself become wiser and stronger. so you see, not all the negative-way-of-thinking or problems in your life would bring 'bad lucky' for the rest of your life. it's how we use it, how we learn from it and the most of important thing is, that would indeed reminded us that there is God who cares for us. Let us pray for each other, not forgetting each and everyone of us needed encouragement and hope and most importantly, though not being perfect in faith, i would like to say this that indeed the greatest hope and the only hope that we have is our Jesus, Our God and saviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be blessed and may you bring blessings to those people around you. God loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-2949169536689026098?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/2949169536689026098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=2949169536689026098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/2949169536689026098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/2949169536689026098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-and-world-today.html' title='You and the world today :)'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-2641549783835939567</id><published>2008-06-06T08:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T08:51:41.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>Oil price - take a look at the bigger picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;Now that everybody screaming about the fuel price and im sure soon the food prices... take a look at this issue at the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln2"&gt;I found this site is very informative at &lt;a target="_blank" class="externalLink" href="http://www.lifeaftertheoilcrash.net/"&gt;http://www.lifeaftertheoilcrash.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;honestly, im not satisfied with the way the government handling this unavoidable situation in terms of the sudden price changes less than 24 hours, the government should had made a gradual changes on the fuel price and not the last 7 hours, be it a week or a month, of course this would cause the rakyat screaming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln6"&gt;Though we say that we are an oil producer but a question u should really ask.. how big are we? based on my readings, i found out that we r just 5% oil producer and which can only sustained for the next 10 years... and the oil price will increase every year globally.. it wont go down. Our country will survive if they learn to adapt with it, and most importantly to deal with it wisely. because no matter how loud u scream to fight with this fuel price.. it wont go down.. and not just in malaysia but globally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln8"&gt;my only suggestions to the government are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln10"&gt;1. to improve the public transportation services which really badly organized since many many years ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln12"&gt;2. Agricultural.. we are considered one of the most blessed countries where we can produce our own food stocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln14"&gt;3. Tax -  reduce taxes.. i dont know how many type of taxes out there but just reduce them!! arghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. and since we all will be sacrificing something.. the government should really think about "earning" and not just "spending"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln16"&gt;and to my fellow malaysians.. to some of us earning really low incomes (including me of course :P)... and especially living in the city, maybe we should really start to ask ourselves "what we need Vs what we want"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln18"&gt;Voice out your opinions people but dont make things worse.. screaming, cursing wont change anything.. lets cooperate together..start to really know "what we need instead of what we want", change our attitude towards the environment and above all, let's seriously praying and seek God. who knows this is just another sign the end of time... visit www.vop.com  - voice of prophesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln20"&gt;nway.. that's just my opinion from nobody and somebody :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln22"&gt;Regards..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-2641549783835939567?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/2641549783835939567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=2641549783835939567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/2641549783835939567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/2641549783835939567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/06/oil-price-take-look-at-bigger-picture.html' title='Oil price - take a look at the bigger picture'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-8766313852084543871</id><published>2008-06-03T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T15:27:46.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Shopping in heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i found this forwarded message(thank u) wonderful so i thought i would just post it here.. but in case if im violating any copyrights, please do let me know so that i can remove it from my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0099ff;"&gt;Shopping          in Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was walking down          life's highway, back a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;        One day I saw a sign that read,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/funpages/cms_content/936/sign.gif" align="absmiddle" height="90" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;As          I got a little closer&lt;br /&gt;        the door opened wide,&lt;br /&gt;        I was surprised and curious,&lt;br /&gt;        so I decided to go inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;I saw a host of Angels,&lt;br /&gt;        They were standing everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;        One handed me a basket and said,&lt;br /&gt;        "My Child, shop with care."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;First, I gathered some &lt;img src="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/funpages/cms_content/936/patience.gif" align="absmiddle" height="101" width="100" /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/funpages/cms_content/936/love.gif" align="absmiddle" height="90" width="100" /&gt;was          in the same row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt; Further down was&lt;img src="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/funpages/cms_content/936/understanding.gif" align="absmiddle" height="84" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;(you need that where ever you go).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;Then I picked up &lt;img src="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/funpages/cms_content/936/wisdom.gif" align="absmiddle" height="110" width="120" /&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt; and a box of &lt;img src="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/funpages/cms_content/936/faith.gif" align="absmiddle" height="82" width="100" /&gt;.          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;I wasn't sure what to get next&lt;br /&gt;        so a walked a little more,&lt;br /&gt;        the aisles were countless,&lt;br /&gt;        this was a HUGE store!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt; I continued on to find&lt;img src="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/funpages/cms_content/936/strength.gif" align="absmiddle" height="89" width="90" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        and &lt;img src="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/funpages/cms_content/936/courage.gif" align="absmiddle" height="86" width="90" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;to help me run life's race;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;By then my basket was getting full,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt; but I remembered I needed some &lt;img src="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/funpages/cms_content/936/grace.gif" align="absmiddle" height="79" width="101" /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt; I couldn't pass up &lt;img src="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/funpages/cms_content/936/salvation.gif" align="absmiddle" height="117" width="125" /&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;for &lt;img src="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/funpages/cms_content/936/salvation-2.gif" align="absmiddle" height="96" width="100" /&gt;          was completely free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt; so I tried to get enough&lt;br /&gt;        to save both you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/funpages/cms_content/936/peace.gif" align="absmiddle" height="88" width="100" /&gt;          and &lt;img src="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/funpages/cms_content/936/joy.gif" align="absmiddle" height="92" width="100" /&gt;were          plentiful;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt; they right on the next shelf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/funpages/cms_content/936/song-praise.gif" align="absmiddle" height="95" width="100" /&gt;were          hanging near,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt; so I gladly helped myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;Then I started toward the counter&lt;br /&gt;        to pay my grocery bill,&lt;br /&gt;        for I thought I had everything I needed&lt;br /&gt;        to do the MASTER'S will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;But as I headed to the register&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt; I noticed a display of&lt;img src="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/funpages/cms_content/936/prayer.gif" align="absmiddle" height="128" width="175" /&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh how could I forget&lt;br /&gt;        with it so splendidly placed there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;So, as I ended my shopping spree&lt;br /&gt;        I grabbed a bottle from the bin,&lt;br /&gt;        for I knew when I stepped outside,&lt;br /&gt;        I would eventually run into sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt; Then I asked the angel,&lt;br /&gt;        "Now, how much do I owe?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;She answered,"Nothing."&lt;br /&gt;        "just take them everywhere you go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;In complete confusion again I asked,&lt;br /&gt;        "How much do I REALLY owe?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;She bleamed a glorious smile and          replied,&lt;br /&gt;        "Jesus paid your bill a long time ago."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#6666ff;"&gt;Now tell your friends          and family&lt;br /&gt;        of this well known grocery store,&lt;br /&gt;        there is never any kind of limit,&lt;br /&gt;        and you can always come back for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/funpages/cms_content/936/coupon.gif" border="0" height="227" width="335" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-8766313852084543871?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/8766313852084543871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=8766313852084543871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/8766313852084543871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/8766313852084543871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/06/shopping-in-heaven.html' title='Shopping in heaven'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-5088119247592819911</id><published>2008-05-19T18:52:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:32:45.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>Life is like a flower...</title><content type='html'>When i was small, and all of my other sibling who were in the secondary at that time staying in the hostel because the school was quite far from our house. i was still in the primary and the youngest which means only me and my parents in the house, sometimes my parents have to leave me alone in the house as early as 3am in the morning, that's how i started to really hate when i left alone in the dark and when there was no one around. I would open the bible and read it really loud, my whole body would be trembling whenever i heard weird sounds. Ive this fear that they would leave me someday alone and at that time, I always wish that if i gonna leave this world, it would be me first so that i dont have to be worried to be left alone in this world. Ive experienced many many times woke up crying whenever i dreamt each of my family members especially my mother leaving me alone and never come back. Maybe that's one of the reasons that i do not want to get too close or too depending with anyone even my own family because the fear of losing. when things around me too comfortable im afraid that someday it would really hits me when i was no longer in the comfort zone. Being away from my family for many many years, ive learned to be independent and eventually ive come to accept that I need to learn to live on my own and not depending too much on them. ive experiences people that ive come to know, come and goes in my life.Some, went away somewhere to chase after their dreams,some.. starting a new chapter in their lives, and some have gone forever. as i grow up, i have accepted and realizes that nothing is going to stay forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the fear of losing makes you holding back from doing something when you can do much better, holding back yourself to know people because you know that eventually they would gonna leave you, not able to do your best in your life because you afraid it's gonna failed you someday or you dont want people to look up to you because you afraid you gonna failed them or become a stumbleblock for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wherever we are, whatever we are at this very moment... we could not escape the facts that life is indeed a constant battle. Things may not always the way we've planned or expected, people you have come to know and love would come and goes in your life, you have tried so hard to do something and still never able to reach your goal, you prayed for something and nothing ever happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God never says that with Him, we would have never experiences temptations, pains and troubles in our lives, but He promises that He would never leave us alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 42:5 "Why are you in despair, O my soul? And why have you become disturbed within me? Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him For the help of His presence. (Ref: NAST).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when Jesus in this earth, He had shown to us that God would never leave Him in his battle alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 16:32 " "Behold, an hour is coming, and has already come, for you to be scattered, each to his own home, and to leave Me alone; and yet I am not alone, because the Father is with Me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... because life with God it doesnt mean everything would be easy, we would go thru difficult life and experiencing ups and down in our lives but He promises that as long as we depending on Him, He would be our pillar of strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes God allows all the earthly things we lean on for security to be removed so we will learn to lean on Him. You have to agree with me that Job in the bible is perfect example for this. "Suffering and disappointment can cause us to despair and become bitter, or they can become opportunities for us to grow and mature. James 1 tells us that God uses all kinds of trials and difficulties to bring our faith to maturity. “Consider it pure joy... when you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking in anything” (James 1:2-4). Perseverance means to “hang in there” in spite of opposition, discouragement, loss, or any kind of oppression.(quoted frm other site)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when we gets too tired of our works and all kind of busyness in our daily lives, we tend to complain rather than to be thankful we've another day to complain about when some... never had a chance to make up what's yesterday. We get irritated with the people around us and constantly nagging of what they doing.. or too busy to to spend time with them or listen to their problems because we take everyday for granted not knowing that very moment may be our last day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive also come to realize that I cant do things all on my own. Im not tough or strong enough to bear all my burdens by myself. I used to keep all my problems on my own because i do not want to be a burden for others.. but i realized they would just did the same to me, because just like how i feel about it, they too dont want to share their problems with me because they too feel that I dont want be burdened by them. Life is about sharing.. whether you like it or not.. we are bearing each other burdens. but the most important thing is that to know.. we do not have to bear it on our own.. or to burden others.. but just let God to take it away for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and Just like the seasons, your family, your friends or the people around you may be in your life for temporarily, or just passing by.. they did not passed by accident or coincidence... they would leave footprints in your life.. they touched your life, they taught you about something and they would leave you not for nothing..  just like what you have done to them. You would continue your journey.. and passing by many new people..new places.. experience many battles and feel many kind of emotions.. but the most important thing is along the way.. along your journey, though we do not know what is going to happen next or tomorrow, you know who is really going to stay with you and holding your hand.. you have God continue holding your hand and pulling you whenever you gets tired or stumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. do not stop loving just because you know that someday they may be gone in your life.. do not giving up kindness just because the people around you sting, and appreciate all the pure things in your life, enjoy your day as much as you can no matter how worse it could gets, reach and climb higher though you know that you may lose or fall someday... because the worse could ever happened to you is not because you have done it and you failed.. but because you have never tried..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song because it taught me something about life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Martina McBride&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can spend your whole life buildin'&lt;br /&gt;Something from nothin&lt;br /&gt;One storm could come and blow it all away&lt;br /&gt;Build it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could chase a dream&lt;br /&gt;That seems so out of reach&lt;br /&gt;And you know it might not ever come your way&lt;br /&gt;Dream it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is great but sometimes life aint good&lt;br /&gt;And when I pray&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't always turn out like i think it should&lt;br /&gt;But I do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;I do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This worlds gone crazy&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;That tomorrow will be better than today&lt;br /&gt;Believe it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can love someone with all you heart&lt;br /&gt;For all the right reasons&lt;br /&gt;And in a momemt they can choose to walk away&lt;br /&gt;Love 'em anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is great but sometimes life aint good&lt;br /&gt;And when I pray&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't always turn out like i think it should&lt;br /&gt;But I do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can pour your soul out singin'&lt;br /&gt;A song you believe in&lt;br /&gt;That tomorrow they'll forget you ever sang&lt;br /&gt;Sing it anyway&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sing it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing&lt;br /&gt;I dream&lt;br /&gt;I love anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cr_iNfxZl0I&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cr_iNfxZl0I&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the BMG version :  href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FdB5Adws78&amp;amp;feature=related"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is 'specially tribute to my late grandparents who have touched my life deeply when i was small especially my late grandmother on my father side, she passed away when i was 13/14. we used to sit around her whenever she visited us and listening to her fairy tale stories. We used to have a family reunion every year when both of my grandparents(Salagan's family) on my mother side were still alive and that's the only chance for me to meet most of my relatives. May God bless them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-5088119247592819911?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/5088119247592819911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=5088119247592819911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/5088119247592819911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/5088119247592819911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/05/have-faith-like-child.html' title='Life is like a flower...'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-6146305520645841198</id><published>2008-05-04T13:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T13:32:53.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Golden Rule Jones</title><content type='html'>Samuel Milton Jones was born in Ty Mawr, Wales, on 8th August, 1846. The family emigrated in 1849 to the United States and settled in New York. After a brief schooling he started work at the age of ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At eighteen Jones moved to Titusville, Pennsylvania, where he found work in the oil industry as a driller, pumper, tool-dresser and pipe-liner. After inventing an improved oil-pumping mechanism, in 1892, Jones set up his own business, the Acme Sucker Rod Company, in Toledo, Ohio. Jones made a considerable fortune manufacturing his invention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel "Golden Rule" Jones was a Welsh immigrant who made his fortune in the oilfields of Ohio and as the inventor of an oil-drilling implement manufactured in his Acme Sucker Rod factory. Jones experienced a religious awakening in 1894, which he announced by hanging a sign on the Acme wall reading "The Rule That Governs This Factory: 'Therefore Whatsoever Ye Would That Men Should Do Unto You, Do Ye Even So Unto Them.'" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He meant it. Jones abolished work rules and time clocks in his factory and instituted profit sharing, paid vacations, eight-hour days, annual bonuses, and an adjacent Golden Rule Park, which featured fresh air, free concerts, and speakers preaching moral uplift. His goal, he said, was to show that "this fundamental rule of conduct, given us by the founder of Christianity, was a livable and practical thing." This never been practised during his era. He started to work as early as ten year old and that's why he understood what's the workers have been through and he promised that he's never going to treat his workers as he was treated before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The immensely popular Jones was elected mayor of Toledo in 1897 as a Republican but thereafter ran and won thrice as an independent whose platform called for banning political parties. Senator Mark Hanna (R-OH), the muscle behind President McKinley, called Jones "a crank, but he is a moral crank, and that makes the thing worse, for he believes what he says."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden Rule Jones's eccentricities were numerous and endearing. He stood on his head, sometimes speaking from that position. He gave away the better part of his fortune, often to strangers. He wore a flowing cravat and carried his heavily underlined copy of Whitman's Leaves of Grass into the prisons and workhouses whose inmates he visited. He paid court costs for the indigent out of his pocket.            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jones was often mistaken for a socialist, although the doctrinaire socialists derided him for his belief in Christian brotherhood and opposition to class warfare. He adorned his office with a portrait of Leo Tolstoy, not Karl Marx, and confessed, "I am indifferent to man-made laws."         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In favoring public parks and municipal ownership of streetcars and utilities, Golden Rule Jones was a fairly standard, if unusually honest, Progressive mayor-except when it came to crime and punishment. "If I could I would open the penitentiaries," he said. "Anything which today separates me from the lowest soul in the penitentiary or tenderloin district is the very opposite of religion."  When Mayor Jones sat in as Magistrate of the Police Court dealing with petty crimes, he routinely dismissed all cases.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His psychobiographer and great-granddaughter Marnie Jones notes that Golden Rule "stands virtually alone among nineteenth-century reformers in his refusal to use municipal powers to repress vice." The state, he believed, could not abolish sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teetotalling Jones would not enforce laws against boozing, gambling, or prostitution. He urged bluenoses to take ladies of the street into their homes until they got back on their feet, so to speak. His successor and friend, Brand Whitlock, said of Golden Rule: "He was an oddman, born so far ahead of his time that the sins of others never troubled his conscience."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jones placed his faith in "the love of Christ," not the policeman's nightstick. "I believe the only way in which the saloon will finally disappear," he said, "will be through the growth of the loving spirit in mankind which will provide opportunity for people to lead decent lives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mayor Jones sat in as Magistrate of the Police Court dealing with petty crimes, he routinely dismissed all cases. He explained: "I have done by them just as I would have another judge do by my son if he were a drunkard or a thief, or by my sister or daughter if she were a prostitute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paid no price at the polls for his heterodox views. The Golden Rule, it seems, was not bad politics. Mayor Jones died in office in 1904.  "Toledo has my heart and my life," he said as the end drew nigh.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jones was not popular among businessman or wealthy people because of his rule. When he died thousands people attended his funeral and never before in his era would receive such highest respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As evidenced by the absence of an Anarchist Caucus within today's U.S. Conference of Mayors, our age has yet to find its own Golden Rule. Don't hold your breath waiting. For Albert Jay Nock called Jones "the incomparable true democrat, one of the children of light and sons of the Resurrection, such as appear but once in an era."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : Combined sources from different websites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-6146305520645841198?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/6146305520645841198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=6146305520645841198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/6146305520645841198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/6146305520645841198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/05/golden-rule-jones.html' title='Golden Rule Jones'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-6275356844052984476</id><published>2008-05-04T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T13:31:15.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Destiny</title><content type='html'>.... People always using the word 'takdir' whenever something bad happened to them. I always thght that it was actually an excuse for not being able to reach the goal that we have set. What &amp; Who we r when we were born is called 'fate'.. but what you'll become is called 'destiny'.. A story below might help us to understand what our destiny is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a woman who always complained about her destiny. One day he met an old wise man. This woman says, " Am I already destined to do this and that "..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old wise man said, "It is you who make your destiny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But surely I am not responsible for being born a woman?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being born a woman isn't destiny.That is fate. Destiny is how you accept your womanhood and what you make of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-6275356844052984476?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/6275356844052984476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=6275356844052984476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/6275356844052984476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/6275356844052984476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/05/destiny.html' title='Destiny'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-6473842951755331973</id><published>2008-05-04T13:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T13:30:47.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>The House of 1000 Mirrors</title><content type='html'>by: Author Unknown, Japanese folktale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago in a small, far away village, there was place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors. A small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. When he arrived, he bounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his. He smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and friendly. As he left the House, he thought to himself, "This is a wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house. He slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door. When he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. As he left, he thought to himself, "That is a horrible place, and I will never go back there again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the faces in the world are mirrors. What kind of reflections do you see in the faces of the people you meet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-6473842951755331973?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/6473842951755331973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=6473842951755331973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/6473842951755331973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/6473842951755331973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/05/house-of-1000-mirrors.html' title='The House of 1000 Mirrors'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-3377099214130485929</id><published>2008-05-04T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T13:30:26.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Are You a Bucket-Filler or a Dipper?</title><content type='html'>by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have heard of the cup that overflowed. This is a story of a bucket that is like the cup, only larger, it is an invisible bucket. Everyone has one. It determines how we feel about ourselves, about others, and how we get along with people. Have you ever experienced a series of very favorable things which made you want to be good to people for a week? At that time, your bucket was full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bucket can be filled by a lot of things that happen. When a person speaks to you, recognizing you as a human being, your bucket is filled a little. Even more if he calls you by name, especially if it is the name you like to be called. If he compliments you on your dress or on a job well done, the level in your bucket goes up still higher. There must be a million ways to raise the level in another's bucket. Writing a friendly letter, remembering something that is special to him, knowing the names of his children, expressing sympathy for his loss, giving him a hand when his work is heavy, taking time for conversation, or, perhaps more important, listing to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one's bucket is full of this emotional support, one can express warmth and friendliness to people. But, remember, this is a theory about a bucket and a dipper. Other people have dippers and they can get their dippers in your bucket. This, too, can be done in a million ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets say I am at a dinner and inadvertently upset a glass of thick, sticky chocolate milk that spills over the table cloth, on a lady's skirt, down onto the carpet. I am embarrassed. "Bright Eyes" across the table says, "You upset that glass of chocolate milk." I made a mistake, I know I did, and then he told me about it! He got his dipper in my bucket! Think of the times a person makes a mistake, feels terrible about it, only to have someone tell him about the known mistake ("Red pencil" mentality!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buckets are filled and buckets are emptied ? emptied many times because people don't really think about what are doing. When a person's bucket is emptied, he is very different than when it is full. You say to a person whose bucket is empty, "That is a pretty tie you have," and he may reply in a very irritated, defensive manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there is a limit to such an analogy, there are people who seem to have holes in their buckets. When a person has a hole in his bucket, he irritates lots of people by trying to get his dipper in their buckets. This is when he really needs somebody to pour it in his bucket because he keeps losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of our lives is the interplay of the bucket and the dipper. Everyone has both. The unyielding secret of the bucket and the dipper is that when you fill another's bucket it does not take anything out of your own bucket. The level in our own bucket gets higher when we fill another's, and, on the other hand, when we dip into another's bucket we do not fill our own ... we lose a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a variety of reasons, people hesitate filling the bucket of another and consequently do not experience the fun, joy, happiness, fulfillment, and satisfaction connected with making another person happy. Some reasons for this hesitancy are that people think it sounds "fakey," or the other person will be suspicious of the motive, or it is "brown-nosing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, let us put aside our dipper and resolve to touch someone's life in order to fill their bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of inspirationalstories.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-3377099214130485929?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/3377099214130485929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=3377099214130485929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/3377099214130485929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/3377099214130485929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-you-bucket-filler-or-dipper.html' title='Are You a Bucket-Filler or a Dipper?'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-472181964553185371</id><published>2008-05-04T13:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T13:28:26.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Scorpion Moment</title><content type='html'>By: Author Unknown, Source Unknow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this Hindu who saw a scorpion floundering around in the water. He decided to save it by stretching out his finger, but the scorpion stung him. The man still tried to get the scorpion out of the water, but the scorpion stung him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man nearby told him to stop saving the scorpion that kept stinging him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Hindu said: "It is the nature of the scorpion to sting. It is my nature to love. Why should I give up my nature to love just because it is the nature of the scorpion to sting?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up loving.&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up your goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Even if people around you sting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of inspirationalstories.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-472181964553185371?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/472181964553185371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=472181964553185371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/472181964553185371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/472181964553185371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/05/scorpion-moment.html' title='A Scorpion Moment'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-9004428753368992233</id><published>2008-05-04T13:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T13:27:55.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Appreciate All Gift</title><content type='html'>by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried so very hard, so very many times, to walk away from him; to escape the hold that he seemed to have over her. She recognized that he chose to live such a separate life and had little room for her, but for a few stolen moments in time. She knew there would come a day when even the moments in time were no longer possible, yet she didn't have the strength to follow through. She couldn't move away on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like being sucked down into a whirlpool endlessly, hopelessly spinning downward. But each time, when spending time with him became a possibility, she was released from the downward spiral and lifted up onto the waves, with the clear blue sky and sunshine looming above her. She took flight, soaring above the sea, above the world, in a place where she felt such joy such freedom. It was these times she could not give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those moments were unlike any other and she knew they would continue to be unlike any others that would come to her in her remaining lifetime. Sometimes she almost hated the hold he had on her. Sometimes she prayed for logic, reality and reason to take control and protect her from his reach. But these efforts were hopeless. She knew she had no chance of escaping; knew that for her, this man embodied all that was beautiful, all that was precious, all that was life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His strength, his compassion, his beautiful soul; a single hour in his presence was equal to years of peace and serenity filled with such an enduring feeling of security and safety. He rescued her from her responsibilities. Rescued her from her life, from the draining demands by all those around her. He made her whole. He made her complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though she would never fully understand why the walls he put up would not come down, why it could not be more, she was left to accept what there was, yet ultimately to appreciate that God and fate had brought to her this special gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conventional is not always the course. Don't miss out on the wonderful moments that can be captured in life by expecting more. Learn to accept that which touches you, which leads you to appreciate every aspect of life; that which brings you to appreciate all of the other special things in life; that which makes you smell the air after a spring rain, rejoice in the sounds of the birds, be moved deeply by a sunrise, a sunset, to feel all of the beauty that surrounds you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace anyone and anything that can make this happen for you. Enjoy it while you can and afterwards let your sweet memories return you to this state, over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of inspirationalstories.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-9004428753368992233?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/9004428753368992233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=9004428753368992233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/9004428753368992233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/9004428753368992233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/05/appreciate-all-gift.html' title='Appreciate All Gift'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-9184557782657925476</id><published>2008-05-04T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T13:27:21.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Three Trees On a Hill</title><content type='html'>by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there were three trees on a hill in the woods. They were discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said, "Someday I hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and precious gems. I could be decorated with intricate caring and everyone would see the beauty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the second tree said, "Someday I will be a mighty ship. I will take kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the world. Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of my hull."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the third tree said, "I want to grow up to be the tallest and straightest tree in the forest. People will see me on top of the hill and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and how close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest tree of all time and people will always remember me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few years of praying their dreams would come true, a group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came to the first tree he said, "This looks like a strong tree; I think I should be able to sell the wood to a carpenter," and he began cutting it downs. The tree was happy because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the second tree the woodsman said, "This looks like a strong tree, I should be able to sell it to a shipyard." The second tree was happy because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the woodsman came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would not come true. One of the woodsmen said, "I don't need anything special from my tree, I'll take this one," and he cut it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the first tree arrived at the carpenters, he was made into a feed box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat. His dreams of being mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third tree was cut into large pieces and left alone in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams. Then one day a man and a woman came to the barn. She gave birth and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that was made for the first tree. The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby, but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew that it had held the greatest treasure of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they were out on the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn't think it was strong enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and he stood and said "Peace" and the storm stopped. At this time, the tree knew that it had carried the King of Kings in its boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried through the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying it. When they came to a stop, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God as possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story is that when things don't seem to be going your way, always know that God has a plan for you. If you place your trust in Him, He will give you great gifts. Each of the trees got what they wanted, just not in the way they had imagined. We don't always know what God's plans are for us. We just know that His ways are not our ways, but His ways are best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-9184557782657925476?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/9184557782657925476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=9184557782657925476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/9184557782657925476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/9184557782657925476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/05/three-trees-on-hill.html' title='Three Trees On a Hill'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-3752648773493520732</id><published>2008-05-04T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T13:26:41.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>What he valued most</title><content type='html'>A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.&lt;br /&gt;It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The&lt;br /&gt;    funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old&lt;br /&gt;    newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Jack, did you hear me?"&lt;br /&gt;    "Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of&lt;br /&gt;    him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were&lt;br /&gt;    doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of&lt;br /&gt;    the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make&lt;br /&gt;    sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this&lt;br /&gt;    business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me&lt;br /&gt;    things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral,"&lt;br /&gt;    Jack said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his&lt;br /&gt;    hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no&lt;br /&gt;    children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to&lt;br /&gt;    see the old house next door one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing&lt;br /&gt;    over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house&lt;br /&gt;    was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture,&lt;br /&gt;    every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "The box is gone," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "What box? " Mom asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I&lt;br /&gt;    must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell&lt;br /&gt;    me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered&lt;br /&gt;    it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had&lt;br /&gt;    taken it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better&lt;br /&gt;    get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from&lt;br /&gt;    work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required&lt;br /&gt;    on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within&lt;br /&gt;    the next three days," the note read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and&lt;br /&gt;    looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was&lt;br /&gt;    difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Mr. Harold Belser" it read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There&lt;br /&gt;    inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read&lt;br /&gt;    the note inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack&lt;br /&gt;    Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped&lt;br /&gt;    to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack&lt;br /&gt;    carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold&lt;br /&gt;    pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing,&lt;br /&gt;    he unlatched the cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time!&lt;br /&gt;    Harold Belser."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "The thing he valued most...was...my time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and&lt;br /&gt;    cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his&lt;br /&gt;    assistant asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "I need some time to spend with my son," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Oh, by the way, Janet...thanks for your time!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-3752648773493520732?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/3752648773493520732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=3752648773493520732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/3752648773493520732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/3752648773493520732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-he-valued-most.html' title='What he valued most'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-1855703823826577017</id><published>2008-04-24T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:48:24.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simplify ur life</title><content type='html'>ok! ive to admit im a s.cke.r when it comes to utilizing stuffs that i bought. i went thru my stuffs last nite until now, ive just realized ive too many unused or unimportant stuffs which are still new. foods, decors, clothes.. u wont believe i bought a few dresses/clothes and some 2 years back still in the closet, i never wear them:). my other biggest weakness is i would go to the pasar malam, buy fruits or foods and it would left in the fridge until it's time for me to say goodbye to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to really really clean up all the unimportant stuffs. well yeah it's a problem to get rid of them, so what i did was, i would ask myself a question " can i live without this" if the answer is yes.. it would straight away flying into the big big black plastic bag hehehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simplify ur life!  will continue later.. neeed to do some grocery shopping. and yeppppp ive listed down what i really really need to buy hehehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-1855703823826577017?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/1855703823826577017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=1855703823826577017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/1855703823826577017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/1855703823826577017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/04/simplify-ur-life.html' title='simplify ur life'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-6971856639484853309</id><published>2008-04-23T21:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:30:44.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the history, this moment and the unknown</title><content type='html'>reorganizing.. making decisions. uhhh.. tough isnt? but as u growing up, u realize that these are just part of things u've to do in ur life. u can pretend to ignore it, but u cant run with this so called 'adult-way-of-living'. im trying to organize myself maybe not everyday but i did this when i feel that im losing my track and i need to go to the basic again which is knowing where u r really heading.. discarding all doubts and moving ahead. always remember, there's always rooms for improvement for today and tomorrow but not yesterday. in another word, u cant change what had happened, u cant undo yesterday, u cant rewrite the history. u've a lot of plannings for tomorrow and keep hoping that tomorrow would always promising u something better.. not knowing today maybe the only time that we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rewriting plannings... yeah, it gives u a good feeling knowing that ' oh yeah,,  ive jotted down every single things im gonna do in the future'. u know what.. i did the same, for the sake of comforting myself that i do have plans and im gonna stick with it. but the truth is, u never know what is gonna happen in the future.. not even tomorrow. dont plan anything at all? that would be s.t.u.p.i.d isnit? people say, failing to plan is planning to fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my point?.. hmmmm u cant change the history, tomrrow is unknown and all u have now is  maybe not even the whole today.. but just.. this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plannings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. spiritual&lt;br /&gt;2. relationship (family, social, community)&lt;br /&gt;3. financial&lt;br /&gt;4. career&lt;br /&gt;5. health&lt;br /&gt;6. other goal (studies bla bla bla)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then divide it into two categories, daily or short-term plannings and long-term plannings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u can plan everything but Remember! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surrender everything to God and He surely will direct ur path!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-6971856639484853309?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/6971856639484853309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=6971856639484853309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/6971856639484853309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/6971856639484853309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/04/history-this-moment-and-unknown.html' title='the history, this moment and the unknown'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-752197133115129939</id><published>2008-03-15T01:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T01:22:59.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faith Vs Doubt</title><content type='html'>Doubt sees the obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;Faith sees the way.&lt;br /&gt;Doubt sees the darkest night.&lt;br /&gt;Faith sees the day.&lt;br /&gt;Doubt dreads to take a step.&lt;br /&gt;Faith soars on high.&lt;br /&gt;Doubt questions "Who believes"?&lt;br /&gt;Faith answers "I". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: http://www.motivateus.com/stories/faith.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-752197133115129939?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/752197133115129939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=752197133115129939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/752197133115129939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/752197133115129939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/03/faith-vs-doubt.html' title='faith Vs Doubt'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-1583555339366909263</id><published>2008-03-14T11:16:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T01:10:14.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>Malaysia: A whole new era</title><content type='html'>a week after the election, the issue of the new government leading a few states(esp penang, perak, selangor) steal the limelight of this country since the past few days. It's not easy, everybody seems to argue abt the unexpected outcomes of their decisions and it's not surprising since Barisan National used to be the biggest winning party since 1969. I was not even born at that time. But im not going to give a lengthy explanation nor debate here about these parties. people have voted who they want to be their leaders, what i cared most is the unity and the peacefulness of this country. no matter what agendas or new planning that they going to introduce, the leaders should always focus on 'Malaysians' as a whole and not just particular races or groups, because at the end, the most important thing is not you being a chinese, malay, indian, sabahan, or sarawakian etc.. but in the end the most important thing is you as a malaysian.. and you should be proud of your own country. Racism is not a new issue, if you look around this globe you could learn a lot of things from them, and tell me what are the outcomes of all these 'always trying to be no.1'.. Leaders of this country, we have entrusted you the future of Malaysia in your hands, when you lose your focus just look around you, look at the small little children, they knew nothing about politics, knew nothing about economics, knew nothing about racism.. we  are not going to live forever to take care of this country and until they mature enough to understand all these, plant the most important seed in their heart.. loving and respecting each other under the same roof regardless of their backgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are trying hard to compete with other countries and building our economics to be stronger and richer, but do not overlook the most important focus of this country. Malaysia is just like a big family, if you focus too much on materialism and overlook the importance of being a big, happy family, at the end everybody would suffer. but before you talk about bigger things, we should look at ourselves as an individual. After all, it's started with the 'individual' who made the decision of this country. if you have regretted your decision, it's not time to pointing out fingers to blame someone.. it's time to SHUT UP and start working.. so welcome to the new future, i hope it's the beginning of a better era.. and not the ending! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the story below so i posted it here in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE COLOR OF FRIENDSHIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 1, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Once upon a time the colors of the world started to quarrel. All claimed that they were the best. The most important. The most useful. The favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Green said:&lt;br /&gt;    "Clearly I am the most important. I am the sign of life and of hope. I was chosen for grass, trees and leaves. Without me, all animals would die. Look over the countryside and you will see that I am in the majority."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Blue interrupted:&lt;br /&gt;    "You only think about the earth, but consider the sky and the sea. It is the water that is the basis of life and drawn up by the clouds from the deep sea. The sky gives space and peace and serenity. Without my peace, you would all be nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Yellow chuckled:&lt;br /&gt;    "You are all so serious. I bring laughter, gaiety, and warmth into the world. The sun is yellow, the moon is yellow, the stars are yellow. Every time you look at a sunflower, the whole world starts to smile. Without me there would be no fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Orange started next to blow her trumpet:&lt;br /&gt;    "I am the color of health and strength. I may be scarce, but I am precious for I serve the needs of human life. I carry the most important vitamins. Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and papayas. I don't hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset, my beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Red could stand it no longer he shouted out:&lt;br /&gt;    "I am the ruler of all of you. I am blood - life's blood! I am the color of danger and of bravery. I am willing to fight for a cause. I bring fire into the blood. Without me, the earth would be as empty as the moon. I am the color of passion and of love, the red rose, the poinsettia and the poppy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Purple rose up to his full height:&lt;br /&gt;    He was very tall and spoke with great pomp: "I am the color of royalty and power. Kings, chiefs, and bishops have always chosen me for I am the sign of authority and wisdom. People do not question me! They listen and obey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Finally Indigo spoke, much more quietly than all the others, but with just as much determination:&lt;br /&gt;    "Think of me. I am the color of silence. You hardly notice me, but without me you all become superficial. I represent thought and reflection, twilight and deep water. You need me for balance and contrast, for prayer and inner peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And so the colors went on boasting, each convinced of his or her own superiority. Their quarreling became louder and louder. Suddenly there was a startling flash of bright lightening thunder rolled and boomed. Rain started to pour down relentlessly. The colors crouched down in fear, drawing close to one another for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    In the midst of the clamor, rain began to speak:&lt;br /&gt;    "You foolish colors, fighting amongst yourselves, each trying to dominate the rest. Don't you know that you were each made for a special purpose, unique and different? Join hands with one another and come to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Doing as they were told, the colors united and joined hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The rain continued:&lt;br /&gt;    "From now on, when it rains, each of you will stretch across the sky in a great bow of color as a reminder that you can all live in peace. The Rainbow is a sign of hope for tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And so, whenever a good rain washes the world, and a Rainbow appears in the sky, let us remember to appreciate one another.&lt;br /&gt;    --- Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: http://www.motivateus.com/stories/color.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song: Tupac - Changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;Come on come on&lt;br /&gt;I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself&lt;br /&gt;is life worth living should I blast myself?&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of bein' poor &amp; even worse I'm black&lt;br /&gt;my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch&lt;br /&gt;Cops give a damn about a negro&lt;br /&gt;pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero&lt;br /&gt;Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares&lt;br /&gt;one less hungry mouth on the welfare&lt;br /&gt;First ship 'em dope &amp; let 'em deal the brothers&lt;br /&gt;give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other&lt;br /&gt;It's time to fight back that's what Huey said&lt;br /&gt;2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead&lt;br /&gt;I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;unless we share with each other&lt;br /&gt;We gotta start makin' changes&lt;br /&gt;learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers&lt;br /&gt;and that's how it's supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to go back to when we played as kids&lt;br /&gt;but things changed, and that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorues with changing ad libs]&lt;br /&gt;Come on come on&lt;br /&gt;That's just the way it is&lt;br /&gt;Things'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;That's just the way it is&lt;br /&gt;aww yeah&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;I see no changes all I see is racist faces&lt;br /&gt;misplaced hate makes disgrace to races&lt;br /&gt;We under I wonder what it takes to make this&lt;br /&gt;one better place, let's erase the wasted&lt;br /&gt;Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right&lt;br /&gt;'cause mo' black and white is smokin' crack tonight&lt;br /&gt;and only time we chill is when we kill each other&lt;br /&gt;it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other&lt;br /&gt;And although it seems heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh&lt;br /&gt;It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact&lt;br /&gt;the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks&lt;br /&gt;But some things will never change&lt;br /&gt;try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me what's a mother to do&lt;br /&gt;bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you&lt;br /&gt;You gotta operate the easy way&lt;br /&gt;"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way&lt;br /&gt;sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"&lt;br /&gt;Well hey, well that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]2X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2pac Talking]&lt;br /&gt;We gotta make a change...&lt;br /&gt;It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.&lt;br /&gt;Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live&lt;br /&gt;and let's change the way we treat each other.&lt;br /&gt;You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do&lt;br /&gt;what we gotta do, to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;br /&gt;And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace&lt;br /&gt;There's war in the streets and war in the middle east&lt;br /&gt;Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs&lt;br /&gt;so the police can bother me&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm back with the facts givin' em back to you&lt;br /&gt;Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,&lt;br /&gt;crack you up and pimps Smack you up&lt;br /&gt;You gotta learn to hold ya own&lt;br /&gt;they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;But tell the cops they can't touch this&lt;br /&gt;I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this&lt;br /&gt;That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool&lt;br /&gt;my mama didn't raise no fool&lt;br /&gt;And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I never get to lay back&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs&lt;br /&gt;some buck that I roughed up way back&lt;br /&gt;comin' back after all these years&lt;br /&gt;rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things will never change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-1583555339366909263?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/1583555339366909263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=1583555339366909263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/1583555339366909263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/1583555339366909263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/03/malaysia-whole-new-era.html' title='Malaysia: A whole new era'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-6796863214544649649</id><published>2008-02-29T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T11:07:43.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>God vs the scientist</title><content type='html'>God vs The Scientist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was sitting in heaven one day when a scientist said to Him,  “God, we don’t need you anymore. &lt;br /&gt;Science has finally figured out a way to create life out of nothing - &lt;br /&gt;in other words, we can now do what you did in the beginning.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, is that so? Explain…” replies God.  &lt;br /&gt;“Well,” says the scientist, “we can take dirt and form it into the likeness of &lt;br /&gt;you and breathe life into it, thus creating man.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, that’s very interesting… show Me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the scientist bends down to the earth and starts to mold &lt;br /&gt;the soil into the shape of a man.  “No, no, no…” interrupts God, “Get your own dirt.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: I dont remember where i copied it, www somewhere :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-6796863214544649649?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/6796863214544649649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=6796863214544649649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/6796863214544649649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/6796863214544649649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/02/god-vs-scientist.html' title='God vs the scientist'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-3730765763398252197</id><published>2008-02-29T10:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T11:04:25.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of all..</title><content type='html'>how often do you look into the mirror and see 'yourself' ? or do you always see someone imperfect and always comparing yourself with someone else that you wish to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how often do you look into the mirror and see beyond that imperfections you see yourself as someone who have the same opportunity to live in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many failed to recognize their own strength because they always comparing themselves with others. You wish to be someone else therefore you rejected every opportunity that you can do with your own strength and despite of your weakness. yes, there's nothing wrong with admiring others but dont buried 'yourself' and become 'the others'. You are unique in your own weakness, you r not a duplicate nor a double. you are what you are. Seek your true self, and when you found it, accept and be true. Only when you know and able to accept your true self, that you can come out stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Be committed to becoming the best person that you can be no matter what obstacles you are facing. and always remember.. God loves you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day!&lt;br /&gt;Hness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Thyself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 1, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do we think about our own real self? Not the way world wants us to think, but how we ourselves want to think. We think, behave, express, talk ...talk, speak and live like someone who is totally alien to us. We can't relate to that person, but still just want to be like that person because that particular person happens to be some celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we become is something totally different, someone we don't know at all --- like an unknown stranger. If we pause for a while and look deep inside ourselves, we will be shaken to core because of what we see. The image is horrible and disgusting, which anyone can abhor but no one can adore. The human in our self is neglected, dejected, deformed and helpless. Instead of sympathy or empathy, we just turn our face away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our inner picture is always reflected outward. Just think, if we can't even look at our own inner self, how can we love something that's so horrible? Is it fair, on our part, to let this happen to the human inside us? Despite this, we know it's not good on our part. We do let it happen to ourselves knowingly or unknowingly. Somewhere along the line, the real being in us is taken for granted. Day in and day out, we don't listen to its humble voice - ignoring it always, letting others rule our heart and influence our decisions. In life, this is so wrong. The only thing we did then was love our own self rather than wishing to be someone that the other person loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following simple guidelines can help us to love ourselves again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not try to live another's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enhance your qualities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know your flaws and correct them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead a disciplined lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give space to others so that you get your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice your own views, if not then keep quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit with your own self for at least 10 minutes in a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replace negative with positive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself and the heavens above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not take anyone or yourself for granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not the least, never underestimate the power of prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Copyright © 2005 Vikki Kumar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: http://www.motivateus.com &lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-3730765763398252197?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/3730765763398252197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=3730765763398252197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/3730765763398252197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/3730765763398252197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/02/mirror-mirror-on-wall-who-is-fairest-of.html' title='Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of all..'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-4683417340326836959</id><published>2008-02-23T01:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T10:48:15.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Never lose hope..</title><content type='html'>ever wonder why so many ppl committing suicides these days.. ppl losing faith &amp; hope in the lives. losing the purpose to live and the only option they could see is to end it. Life, the only gift that you could never trade with anything else in this world.. yet it's only takes a second to destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" if you died, died for something, and if you live, live for a reason" = sounds familiar? yeah.. it's from RAMBO 4 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lets the reason to live is God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything seems to fall apart, Remember, God loves you. the sun is still rising, showing God's love for you and me.. so choose to have hope in God, He will never fail you :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-internet--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Lose Hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into each life a rain must fall&lt;br /&gt;There's joy and pain you can recall&lt;br /&gt;Life's full of challenge; big and small&lt;br /&gt;But you can overcome them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put everything in perspective&lt;br /&gt;See things clearly, be positive&lt;br /&gt;Life's wonderful, plenty to give&lt;br /&gt;More goals and dreams you can achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the past, to the future move on&lt;br /&gt;No regrets, just wisdom and vision&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;It's your new dawn, change your direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at life on a brighter scope&lt;br /&gt;No burden's too great, you can't cope&lt;br /&gt;In time; wounds will heal, do not mope&lt;br /&gt;You'll rise and shine, never lose hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Copyright © 2007 Winnie Cemat Sharp&lt;br /&gt;Winnie Cemat Sharp is an Author and Writer - Visit her at: http://www.wcsharp2000.bravejournal.com/&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed sabbath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-4683417340326836959?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/4683417340326836959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=4683417340326836959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/4683417340326836959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/4683417340326836959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/02/never-lose-hope.html' title='Never lose hope..'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-5215725943348560565</id><published>2008-02-22T14:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T02:35:32.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>lalalalala.. ive been tagged!</title><content type='html'>Ive been tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so ive been tagged by pammie.. hmmmmmmm so what am i supposd to do with this one again?, im not good at following rules but im not a rule breaker either.. ekekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Link to your tagger and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;2. List 8 random facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 8 people at the end of this post and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. Let them know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 8… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok let me tell you the 'human' side of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. choc cakes - the only sweet food i really love to eat, and chicken is my fave menu.. becos of this im singing the song "im the blacksheep of the family".. to my frens.. u know what i mean :p&lt;br /&gt;2. im trying not to forget your name tomorrow, it's not me.. it's just da brain.yup.. blame the brain. seriously. &lt;br /&gt;3. i love music.. &lt;br /&gt;4. if you dont want to be ignored, try not to disturb me when im watching tv or playing piano. &lt;br /&gt;5. languages r my interest&lt;br /&gt;6. sorry, cant stand crybabies&lt;br /&gt;7. i hate guys talking really loud when trying to get attention&lt;br /&gt;8. is this the last one? hey im not finish yett, alrite, alrite the rule says only 8.. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want another 8 from…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. refer below&lt;br /&gt;2. refer below&lt;br /&gt;3. refer below&lt;br /&gt;4. refer below&lt;br /&gt;5. refer below&lt;br /&gt;6. refer below&lt;br /&gt;7. not yet.. another below..&lt;br /&gt;8. ok, if you still reading this then it should be you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-5215725943348560565?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/5215725943348560565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=5215725943348560565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/5215725943348560565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/5215725943348560565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/02/lalalalala-ive-been-tagged.html' title='lalalalala.. ive been tagged!'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-8064042259684160445</id><published>2008-02-15T21:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T22:25:19.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>my holidays</title><content type='html'>i was on holidays for a few days earley dis month. ive enjoyed my holidays with my gila2 frens(thanks Kate for letting us to stay in ur house and also Yulin, n also all of u who were with us n making my holidays memorable !) except for the last few days before i came back here kl. it was raining frm sunday until tuesday so what i did was walking back and forth in my house.. ive got nothing to do .. just sleeping, watching tv, disturbing and constanty reminding my 5 year-old-to-be nephew what to be do's and donts'.. and he was grinning trying to convince me that he understood which lasts like.. 5 minutes? then he would run and disturbed everybody again.*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday, my flight was retimed frm 9:15pm to 10:35pm and i only reached home(KL) around 3am in the morning. ive to get up at 6:30am to go to work and still able to do my work though i was very very sleepy. cudnt wait to go back and sleep. but i didnt as i planned coz my laptop got probs so ive to reformat it and installing, doing backup all my files until 1am at nite so u cud imagined how sleepy i was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody is missing now.. some still on holidays, while im typing this blog this very moment, i think my laptop is going nutz coz everytime i typed somthing the cursor would just moved somewhere.. im very tempted to say the F word outloud. .. let me sh&lt;br /&gt;ow u how crazy my laptop keyboard now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" my  laptop is crazy, my laptop iyys going nuts... crazy crazy yaikksssss , laptop crazy crazy laptop arghhhhh this keyboard is bungung, i would have to spend a few hours of my precious time to check what's going on with my laptop. mean&lt;br /&gt;u see what i"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no typo error here, it's the cursor, would just jump somewhere.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u see what i mean? bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya.. im done with blogging for today coz if i continue typing i may ended up needd more fixing than this laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-8064042259684160445?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/8064042259684160445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=8064042259684160445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/8064042259684160445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/8064042259684160445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-journey.html' title='my holidays'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-6267323473400005256</id><published>2008-01-21T16:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T09:27:12.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>Begin With A Blank Page</title><content type='html'>ive always wanted to be a doctor or great at music. i still remember how upset my mother was when i decided to choose accounting instead of science trm when i was in form 4. because she knew ive always wanted to be a doctor, worst, i decided to take accounting because i followed the crowd, ive no interest at all in that subject.. no one in my class really interested to become a doctor, everybody seems to agree that it's too difficult, but science to me was really really interesting and i was confident that i could do it ( i hated math anyway .. weird huh), .. if u askd me now whether ive regretted my decision, mbe.. i mean im just curious how would it be if ive made dfferent choice in my life at that time. But for what i am now, i know God has purposes for me, if u were given a choice to go back and u have a chance to 'redo' things, what would you do? will u rather 'go back' or r u accepting just the way u r now, to me.. there's no used of looking back and regretting things that already past, because no matter how much time you spend to think about it, the word IF would just stay as it is.. what matter most is you start ur life like a blank page everyday and paint it with the most beautiful painting u cud make/imagine everyday.. and btw i dont believe life is begin at 40.. it's begin TODAY!.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Begin with a blank page)&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could start your life all over what would be different? What would you change now if you were able to wave a magic wand and start from scratch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine you have no ties, no burdens, no limits, no memories, and no past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would your life look like? If the answer that comes to your mind is different than what you are doing, why is that? Is it because of someone else's opinion? A spouse, a parent - or maybe your children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate test of your life is to close your eyes and think of yourself on your deathbed. Lying there, preparing yourself to leave, look back at your life as you are currently living it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel? Are you satisfied you lived completely? Or do you wish you had done differently? Very few of our senior citizens look back on their life and say, "I sure wish I had spent more time at the office!" Nobody says, "I wish I had watched more TV!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what they say. "I wish I had been bolder. I wish I had given more. I wish I had tried harder to see more, do more and feel more." People wish that they had lived more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, have to admit to a certain amount of holding back on dreams and goals because of our two boys. As my life progresses I realize there is no reason to hold back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have not been exactly standing still either. We have done our best to live our dreams. We built a sailboat and sailed for 7 years traveling on the open ocean. We lived in the snow in Aspen Colorado, and on the beach in South Carolina. An old brick mill was our home in Long Island, versus a boat dock in Palm Beach Florida. We are writers of books and music, actors in the theater, and we home- school the boys. We have built a horse farm, and businesses! Yet, there is so much more we want to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a balancing act. We all must have sufficient finances to support a comfortable lifestyle, (although most of us tend to spend way too much on that!) Part of this balancing act is understanding what we are passionate about doing so that work becomes a joy instead of a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this not a major reason of lost dreams and goals? Many people find work, call it a job and make a living at it. But they begrudge every minute of it, going as far as using the job as a reason for playing the martyr. Find something else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many, many teachers of the attraction philosophies of "making a life". With as many opportunities today in every field imaginable, somewhere, something is calling to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another part of the balancing act is to include those around you in frank and open discussions in what it is you want. I find some of my coaching clients have kept their wants and needs bottled up inside them forever! They had already decided for the other person in their lives there was no interest in whatever it was they themselves wanted to do! How absurd! How can we possibly know what someone else wants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it not be tragic to spend your life in a big city for 40 years, working at a job you despise because you thought your spouse liked it, even though you wanted to live in the country and be a farmer? Then one day you overhear your spouse tell her best friend all she ever wanted to do was live in the country? 40 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure this is a bit far fetched - but you would be amazed at what I hear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make an attempt today to start with a brand new page of your life. Create your life story how you want it. If there are others in your life to be involved, have them do the same exercise. Then compare what your notes. If this matches your current life, congratulations! You are one of the few. Now make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if your written life stories sound like someone completely different, then you are living a life of conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the good news. Your life is your life. No one can take that away from you. You are not indentured. You are not a slave. You are free to go, do, and be whomever you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might not be easy, but it sure might be worth it. I coach people daily who are changing their lives. There are so many things to be grateful for, and so many things open to us. We owe it to all the ones before us who gave us this opportunity to take advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Copyright © 2007 Miami Phillips&lt;br /&gt;Miami Phillips mentors and teaches individuals how to live have a successful business and personal life. Go to: http://www.miamiphillips.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-6267323473400005256?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/6267323473400005256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=6267323473400005256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/6267323473400005256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/6267323473400005256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/01/begin-with-blank-page.html' title='Begin With A Blank Page'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-4951782102670087377</id><published>2008-01-21T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T16:31:43.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have faith... (what is your destiny?)</title><content type='html'>is it too late for you to do something ? too late to do everything? think again.. everything has its own time. have faith in urself... and read the true inspiring story below.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your destiny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Never Too Late to Pursue Your Destiny. As a professional speaker, I speak to tens of thousands of people of all ages from all walks of life. I constantly get feedback from those in their 50s, 60s, and 70s, advising me that it is too late for them to create their own destiny. They believe they are too old, too broke, too out of shape, and too tired to do anything about their future. They stubbornly believe achieving prosperity is only for those still in their 20s and 30s. Many of these people do not believe it is possible to create their own destiny. Limited by their own personal beliefs these people settle for less and never achieve prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question I always ask my audience is the same question I pose to you: Are you creating your own destiny, or are you creating someone else's destiny? What do I mean by this? Consider the story of Cliff Young, a humble potato farmer in Australia, who consciously decided at age 57 to create his own destiny. Up to this point his destiny was running the family farm and settling for a life of hard work; however, Cliff was quietly harboring a passion for long-distance running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to the decision to live his own life and create his own destiny. Soon he was seen in the wet Australian countryside training in a rain coat and gum boots. It did not matter to him that he was 57 years old, ill equipped and drastically out of running shape. What mattered most to him after all these years on the farm was pursuing his passions and creating his own destiny. He ignored those who mocked him and the drivers who tried to run him off the backcountry roads. He continued to train and built up to running 20 to 30 miles per day, day in and day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May 1983, after four years of constant training, Cliff Young shocked the world. At 61 he won the first Sydney-to-Melbourne ultra-marathon - a distance of 875 kilometers (nearly 545 miles). To run this distance at any age is quite a feat, but to run it at 61 and beat some of the world's best-conditioned athletes in their 20's and 30's, is absolutely incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years, running experts believed that the body needed a certain amount of sleep per night when running a grueling 100 miles per day. However, after falling so far behind on the first day of the race, Cliff awoke at 1:00 AM and started running throughout the night. He surpassed the leaders, who slept to the usual 5:00 AM. Cliff's strategy worked so well that he continued to wake and start running each morning four hours earlier than all of his competitors. As a result of using this bold racing strategy, he astonished the world by crossing the finish line in first place. After five days, 15 hours, and four minutes Cliff Young was the victor, at 61 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news of Cliff Young's shocking victory quickly traveled throughout Australia. At his age, with his lack of experience, and facing the country's best long-distance runners no one thought he had a chance. He became a living legend, and the nation fell in love with this 61-year-old potato farmer who saw the invisible, and achieved the impossible. When talking about the prize money, Cliff was quoted as saying "$10,000, wow that is a helluva lot of potatoes!" He then proceeded to share his prize money with the other competitors acknowledging their preparation and hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1984 and again in 1987 at 62 and 65 he competed in the cross country race, continuing to use his 1:00 A.M. start time routine. Now this strategy of waking at 1:00 AM, instead of 5:00 AM is a widely accepted practice in this event. Cliff Young broke a paradigm, overcame self-doubt, and accomplished what no one in the world thought remotely possible. Of greater significance is how he created his own destiny. He created a legacy of innovation and inspiration simply by following his passions, and was not limited by the beliefs held by so many others in their 50s, 60s, and 70s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite his age at 61, Cliff Young become prosperous as he created his own destiny. Regardless of your age and physical condition you too can take charge of your life and pursue prosperity. You do have the power to achieve prosperity at any age. You alone must be willing to take charge of your future by following your heart, pursuing your passions, and creating your own destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter your age and in spite of your current challenges, be more like Cliff Young and take control of your future. Embrace the belief that it is never too late to create your own destiny and achieve prosperity. I challenge you at any age to dream, plan, execute, and soar to a life full of prosperity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   --- &lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright © 2008 Patrick Snow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Snow is the best-selling author of Creating Your Own Destiny, which has sold over 125,000 copies worldwide and has been featured in a cover story in USA Today. He is also a keynote speaker, and publishing coach. He can be reached at (800) 951-7721 or &lt;a href="http://www.createyourowndestiny.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.CreateYourOwnDestiny.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: www.http://www.motivateus.com/stories/pursue-your-destiny.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-4951782102670087377?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/4951782102670087377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=4951782102670087377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/4951782102670087377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/4951782102670087377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/01/have-faith-what-is-your-destiny.html' title='Have faith... (what is your destiny?)'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-2347351533473493556</id><published>2008-01-02T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:33:23.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2007</title><content type='html'>ohh welll.. what can i say. it's alredi new year and ivent finishd my blog abt thailand camporee. i was just sooooo busy with christmas program, new year eve prog and with the ay stuff.. visitation to old folks home etc. early dec 9-17 i was in thailand, after came back we've to arrange another choir practises, in fact we spent our holiday on the 20th for our choir practise. 21st &amp;amp;  23rd we went to legend hotel for our christmas carol there, we hve done our christmas carol at mandarin oriental a few times, a few years back, shang-ri la hotel, british council and sri carcosa negara. well, we are not pro, sing2 sikit2 bulih lah.. it's all about commitment and also discipline.. and of course knowing ur purpose of doing it.. on the 22nd our choir group took over the church service and presentd christmas carols again and then in the afternoon we went to eve's house to present another christmas carol.. huahhh i need to breathe.. on 24th we wr so privileged to hve the bangkok adventist hospital choirs to present their christmas carol.. and on the 25th since there's no open house this year we've decided to have our own small party which we have our barbeque at pastor's place(swimming pool area) and we spent the whole day at their place until evening. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then.. im blank.. did we have anything on the 26th? i dont remember.. was i working? i think so coz i dont think it's holiday. on the 29, another visitation to salvation's army special home in the afternoon. on sunday we went to pastor's place to help his family(move out frm puchong to kelana jaya).. there were about 14 of us.. we finishd around 6pm and decided to swim at their new swimming pool area.. on 31st, new year's eve program at church until new year... 1st december we went to uncle alex's open house, then on the afternoon we went to church to eat nangka.. btw, im not  a fan of sweet stuffs (except choc n certain fruits) so i didnt really bother abt it. tidur ja sia. at 7pm we decided to go for bowling, usually we would go to midvalley but it must be really really and i mean really really crowded there so we've decided to go to the mines. nice place, cheaper baju but i dont like the bowling centre.. too bright and waiting list lagi coz fullnya orang sungguh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive to admit my writing skill s gting worse and worse everday.. just read my review for this month.. very straight forward.. ,mbe it would be more understandable in table format haha.. pardon me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argghh im sleepy.. i wanted to write a review for ay 2007 program but i cant seem to find the right time to do it.. i need a breakkk.. give me a holiday.. stay at home, do nothing but watching movie, have a good laugh, clean my room, do laundry.. and sleep for at least 8 hourss.. and it's 12:30 midnite.. so nite :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh.. before that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year again :) May God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;me :P Signing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-2347351533473493556?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/2347351533473493556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=2347351533473493556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/2347351533473493556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/2347351533473493556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2008/01/december-2007.html' title='December 2007'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-2647623378140857038</id><published>2007-12-18T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:59:10.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8th Saum Camporee, Thailand</title><content type='html'>where should i start? coz im really suck at writing now haha. nway i didnt plan to join the camp in thailand. the first and main reason was because i cudnt find my pasport, secondly ive just started working with the government and im not sure abt the procedure to apply for holidays. last october i think, after searching high and low, ups and downs.. whatever u called it, Lorna found my pasport in her beg whcih i borrowd when i went to hong kong early dis year so u cud imagine how careless and how forgetful im(still u cud trust me that im not like that ALL the time muahaha). another big prob was the registration was alredi closed though they have extended it but it was too late for me which ive to go through pr.Simon and troubled him, well i was so blessed coz in the end everything ws ok. another prob was I have to fill up a form which needed a month to wait for it to be approved.. yaii so much troubles. within a week, i completed my registration form, apply for holidays, book return flight tickets and gets everything done. so tiring.. i dont want to go through that again. i didnt get the approval of traveling oversea frm Mindef until 6 or 7th dec which s 2/3 days before my fight to bangkok. I really thanked God because i took da risk to get everything ready(flight etc) eventhough i was not really sure whether the government would approve my travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sleepy sambung bisuk..nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-2647623378140857038?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/2647623378140857038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=2647623378140857038' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/2647623378140857038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/2647623378140857038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/12/8th-saum-camporee-thailand.html' title='8th Saum Camporee, Thailand'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-7511095366035689343</id><published>2007-12-04T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T09:36:01.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>The Cab Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 51);"&gt;(Fwd email frm  my friend)..&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 51);"&gt;One night I took a fare at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;2:30 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 51);"&gt;, when I arrived to collect, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, and then drive away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked to the door and knocked. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, you're such a good boy', she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued. 'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;We drove in silence to the address she had given me.It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her  every move. They must have been expecting her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;'How much do I owe you?' she asked, reaching into her purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;'Nothing,' I said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;'You have to make a living,' she answered. 'There are other passengers,' I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;'Thank you.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve  around great moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 127);"&gt;PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT 'YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID, ~BUT~THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;won't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;get any big surprise in 10 days if you send &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;this to ten people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;But, you might help make the world a little kinder and more compassionate by sending it on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, my friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;here we might as well dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; .....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-7511095366035689343?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/7511095366035689343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=7511095366035689343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/7511095366035689343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/7511095366035689343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/12/cab-ride.html' title='The Cab Ride'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-7216051661641384925</id><published>2007-11-24T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T09:47:36.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faith</title><content type='html'>An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;He asks one of his new students to stand and.....&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof : Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God all-powerful?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him.&lt;br /&gt;Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;(Student is silent.)&lt;br /&gt;Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is Satan good?&lt;br /&gt;Student : No.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Where does Satan come from?&lt;br /&gt;Student: From...God...&lt;br /&gt;Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So who created evil?&lt;br /&gt;(Student does not answer.)&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So, who created them?&lt;br /&gt;(Student has no answer.)&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God?&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Nothing. I only have my faith.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.&lt;br /&gt;Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Student: And is there such a thing as cold?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Student: No sir. There isn't.&lt;br /&gt;(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat.&lt;br /&gt;But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)&lt;br /&gt;Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Student : You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light....But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, Professor.Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;Student: Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?&lt;br /&gt;(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)&lt;br /&gt;Student: Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher? (The class is in uproar.)&lt;br /&gt;Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?&lt;br /&gt;(The class breaks out into laughter.)&lt;br /&gt;Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir.&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?&lt;br /&gt;(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)&lt;br /&gt;Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;Student: That is it sir... The link between man &amp;amp; god is FAITH . That is all that keeps things moving &amp;amp; alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-7216051661641384925?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/7216051661641384925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=7216051661641384925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/7216051661641384925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/7216051661641384925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/11/faith.html' title='faith'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-3087103093622088607</id><published>2007-11-15T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:57:21.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>my new digi number</title><content type='html'>" I will follow youuuu.. I will follow wherever you goooo".. sounds familiar? Ive just changed my hp number last month, ivent inform all people in my contact list yet im alredi receiving unknown calls and smses. I thought thsi would be  my  permanent number huahhhhhhh.. i hate changing my number. I receive a few calls looking for a guy named "Mie".. At first I thought it was just a wrong number but ive been receiving a few other missed calls and even receive smses asking for my name n where im staying.. what da heck. not even a hundred ppl knew my new number and i dont simply give out my number to people. I must hve bought a recycle number at a higher price, it was packed in a nice package at the digi centre. there was one time i receive a few smss frm this maxis number "berkenalan" kunun. i told him that ive 3 sons, all around 20's muahaha then he stop smsing me kahkahkah, he told me he got my number from his friend. I dont think my frens would pass around my nmber.  ive received a few other missed calls but i ignored them coz i didnt recognize the numbers. tis morning anther missed call again frm another new number... im very very annoyed now. i returned the call and heard a male voice on the other line. he was a bit menggelabah, and i asked him who he was and instead of answering my question he told me that he got my new number and then startled ohhh errrr salah number then he hung up.. im gonna have to call digi to find out who was the previous owner of this number.. there was no indication and i was not informed that it's a recycled number considering i bought it at a higher price. huhhh ive never imagine they would recycle hp numbers.. mahal lg sia beli tu.. kin panasss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-3087103093622088607?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/3087103093622088607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=3087103093622088607' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/3087103093622088607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/3087103093622088607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-new-digi-number.html' title='my new digi number'/><author><name>Hness</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244484096840935898.post-5837201675903029429</id><published>2007-11-14T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:59:22.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>live with consequences</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;have u ever look back and learn anything frm any bad or good decisions u have made in the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know things cant be changed but at least we could learn something from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately ive been thinking a lot about my decisions in life and my future. not that ive never seriously thinking about it but sometimes i wish i have made a better, different decisions. time is something you cant turn back and it is something that you have to treasure. it's just like your breath. every second counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of our growing up process is to make a decision and live with the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making decision is just like finding a way out in a maze. It could lead you to a more complicated road or it could lead you to a dead end. though sometimes we are going to the same destination but certain people taking more time to reach there because they took longer and complicated routes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so How do u know if you are making the right decisions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I cant answer that.. sometimes u need to make a decision first and u only realised it&lt;br /&gt;when it was too late to go back. from choosing what kind of food to eat and making bigger important decisions, it would shape what kind of person you are today. so are you a person what you have expected u were in the past? or are you totally someone whom you've never expected you are today? ive once heard this " We dont live long enough to experience all kind of troubles and learn from them but you can look around and learn it from someone else". so if you have made wrong decisions in the past, dont just stand there and waiting for miracles to happen to change you, learn from it or share it with others.Im not sure if i always make the right decisions but knowing God is always leading me to the right path and trusting God's wisdom to lead me to a better life is a great comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so are you too afraid to make wrong decisions in life? yes, it's scary isnt? but I believe that's how life is, if you fall, stand up again, look back and learn from it. If you do that, it would make you stronger and a better person. so do not afraid if you make a wrong decision in life, it may hurt you sometime, but it keeps you human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are having a difficult time to make decisions in life now or if you have struggles at this moment, take time to pray and surrender everything to God and Trust that He will show you the right path. Remember, ur problem maybe BIG, but God is BIGGER than your problem ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have attached here a lyric of a beautiful and meaningful song entitled "Tis so sweet to trust In Jesus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(you can find the midi file at [copy &amp;amp; paste] http://library.timelesstruths.org/music/Tis_So_Sweet_to_Trust_in_Jesus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;’Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Just to take Him at His Word;&lt;br /&gt;Just to rest upon His promise,&lt;br /&gt;And to know, “Thus saith the Lord!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him!&lt;br /&gt;How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for grace to trust Him more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how sweet to trust in Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Just to trust His cleansing blood;&lt;br /&gt;And in simple faith to plunge me&lt;br /&gt;’Neath the healing, cleansing flood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, ’tis sweet to trust in Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Just from sin and self to cease;&lt;br /&gt;Just from Jesus simply taking&lt;br /&gt;Life and rest, and joy and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so glad I learned to trust Thee,&lt;br /&gt;Precious Jesus, Savior, Friend;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that Thou art with me,&lt;br /&gt;Wilt be with me to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In God We Trust -&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/6244484096840935898-5837201675903029429?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/5837201675903029429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=5837201675903029429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/5837201675903029429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/5837201675903029429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/11/live-with-consequences.html' title='live with consequences'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-4332368160064903744</id><published>2007-11-06T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T16:46:37.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>break</title><content type='html'>no internet connection at home. im taking a break blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-smile-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-4332368160064903744?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/4332368160064903744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=4332368160064903744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/4332368160064903744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/4332368160064903744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/11/break.html' title='break'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-4690523964882585573</id><published>2007-10-26T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T02:52:01.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>broke</title><content type='html'>ohh myyyy!! i dun even want to start thinking abt this rite now, but the truth is, YES! im officially broke and it's goin to be a few months before i can really breathe happily again(or a year??). there r soooo many plannings which im gonna hve to spend a few hundred ringgits mbe thousands. i guess i need to postpone my planning to go back to sabah dis year again, no more holidays folks! .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to thailand for the camporee and then planning to climb mount kinabalu, planning to visit my friend in singapore(havent inform her) but i wantd to visit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really liked those spoiled rich kids with "rich" attitudes, you know what i mean. if u r rich and u reading this rite now, this is not meant for you ok:P(u r reading something that u dont hve to agree with, so why argue?).  born frm middle-class family, i do still feel being too rich would lead more complicated life and eventually u wud grow old wondering how you can u find more money money money, isnt that tiring??)  well u may say, those poors(im one of them) also growing old thinking how to get enough enough enough money. what a complicated thought.. mbe i shudnt even put it here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humm.. mbe i shud reward you with a better thought. personally, i think the most important thing is not how much do you have but whether you are content with what you have and how u r using/spending it. (why am i discussing something tht i dont even practise in the first place)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im blurr &amp;amp;*^$%#$@$%.. bagus sia tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-4690523964882585573?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/4690523964882585573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=4690523964882585573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/4690523964882585573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/4690523964882585573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/10/broke.html' title='broke'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-7347040444812767436</id><published>2007-10-16T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T01:39:33.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>super lazZzy</title><content type='html'>im missd home and i wonder if they remember me haha.. i knw it's stupid to feel this way coz i know my parents always remember me in their prayers. sometimes i have this feeling tht i would be forgotten someday coz ive been away for too long. my nephews are all growing up and i wonder if they knw that im exist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past few days, i spent a lot of my times just watching korean and japanese series. im not really into blogging or 'friendstering' these days. weekend ws as usual. i was supposed to go to cameron highlands but was not able to go there coz i was working on last friday. we had our vesper last friday nite though only a few of us, still enjoyed our discussion. on sabbath not many ppl, it's holiday so most of the church members went back to their hometown. in the afternoon we visited polo's friend (hari raya).. nice rendang. we have a new AY member from indonesia, his name is Joshua, tall guy and will be working here for 5 years. my friends as usual trying the matchmaking game again.. huhhh, i feel sorry for him but im sure he would get used to it.. coz the more i tried to stop them the more they trid harder. at nite, went bowling. though not feeling well still coughing haha but i enjoyd bowling dat nite, still not good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then on sunday kmi makan sup sabah ramai2, mcm besa Dev's and da geng's idea. really enjoyed it nway. after dat went to lake garden. planning to jog but last2 makan lemang + rendang ja. today, they went to sg.congkak, i didnt go coz i was planning to do my work, programing stuff but couldnt install IIS, some windows file missing so need to setup tomorrow at office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw people ive changed my hp number again. ive like more than 300 contacts in my hp list and i hvent inform some of them abt my new number. i didnt realised ive that many, old2 numbers i think. less than 100 ppl knw my new number. im just too lazy to send sms and i dun feel like advertising my hp number here or in friendster. im easily annoyed n irritated with anonymous missd calls(for no reasons) or anonymous sms. this s one of the reasons why i changed my number, and the other one ws bcause the number startd with 014, ppl always confused bcoz all telcom(digi, celcom, maxis) providers using this numbr. sorry for the trouble guys hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i wanna sleep.. nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-7347040444812767436?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/7347040444812767436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=7347040444812767436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/7347040444812767436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/7347040444812767436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/10/super-lazzzy.html' title='super lazZzy'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-1719375312322116977</id><published>2007-10-10T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T20:22:14.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>watch anime online</title><content type='html'>ive a few anime collections which I bought earlier coz i didnt knw i cud download them for free frm internet. and after all i dun hve patience of downloading all the big2 files. then i was thinking, mbe instead of downloading, why dont i watch it online.. so i surfd the net and found this www.animestreem.com. i enjoyed this site for a few days but it's just tooooooo sloww, i dunno mbe coz of the heavy traffic so i went to look for another site and found a better one at www.http://www.crunchyroll.com, much better and faster access. if u know any anime site tht i cud watch anime online(*for free of course), no formal and complicated registration process and of course a high-bandwidth access, do let me know folks. thanks in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-1719375312322116977?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/1719375312322116977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=1719375312322116977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/1719375312322116977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244484096840935898.post-3345386478635648169</id><published>2007-10-08T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:49:04.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banned Clips'/><title type='text'>Another Banned Clips</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d8e28d9189d8727" 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" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d8e28d9189d8727&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/3345386478635648169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=3345386478635648169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/3345386478635648169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/3345386478635648169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-banned-clips.html' title='Another Banned Clips'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-4705634708236251333</id><published>2007-10-07T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T17:49:31.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>Another weekend's actvts</title><content type='html'>hmm.. didnt attend vesper last friday and also didnt attend church service last sabbath. i was having flu and still have. i tried to get up early morning on saturday but couldnt coz i took this medicine that made me sleepy. i get up at 12 noon, and decided i wanted to go out to get some fresh air so i asked polo to pick me up and went to church for AY's prog. Im glad i did coz i feel much better and after have some AY programs and choir(we started our christmas choir last sabbat, "the first noel"), and then some went to visit Clifford's grandpa at IJN. Around 9pm me and my frens went to midvalley for bowling. huhu im still not good at it. my best score was only 112, the two young ladies next to us scored like 138 points. after that as usual we went to play arcade game, it was fun and tried the "best sniper" game.. hahahaa, it was fun. we went back around 12:40 midnite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this mornig we didnt have our charobix, so i slept until 11:45am. around 3:30pm me and a few other friends went to our friend's place at sri tiara?(i cant remember the exact name). huhu it's a very nice condo, and we found out that the rental there is about RM6k to RM10K per month.  we didnt plan to stay for a long but after went up to their place, and tried out playing some racing game, we endd up playing until 10:30pm. I just love weekends. planning to go for bowling again next week.. and i definitly would install some games in my computer. well maybe i would spend more time on games rather than watching anime or doing other things. kahkah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im moving out soon, we were told to move out since July. The landlord asked us to wait for her news whether or not she would be selling this house that we are renting now, and then only end of last month she gave us the notice and by end of this month we have to move out again. it's not something new for me anyway, coz since me here, ive been moving in and out  for a few times already, to be exact 8 times alredi. kuroyon poh. gini lah hidup sini nih. not forgetting God's blessings, Thnak you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week people! enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-4705634708236251333?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/4705634708236251333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=4705634708236251333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/4705634708236251333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/4705634708236251333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-weekends-actvts.html' title='Another weekend&apos;s actvts'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-4590078878846299138</id><published>2007-10-05T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T18:59:11.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>Apple-Guava : BEWARE</title><content type='html'>Fwd email.. again frm Ella: (unknown original sender).&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my husband was at Kepong's Sri Sinar ( Kuala Lumpur ) pasar malam last Saturday ( 12 May 2007 ), saw this stall selling a "hybrid fruit" of guava &amp;amp; green apple. The seller (an innocent looking auntie) was also kind enough to let us sample the fruit. The fruit are sold in two types of&lt;br /&gt;packing, pack of 2 or pack of 3. The pack of 2 was sold at RM6, while pack of 3 at RM7. The packaging is printed in foreign language (I believe is Thai) with a few graphical image on some fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/RwYXKvp-85I/AAAAAAAAACk/M92wuHecldQ/s1600-h/DSC00095a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/RwYXKvp-85I/AAAAAAAAACk/M92wuHecldQ/s400/DSC00095a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117803499911836562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After tasting the sample (which is actually quite tasty, just like guava), we decided to buy 2 x pack of 3 at RM13. When we got home, to our surprise, the fruit is actually peeled guava (the seeded type) shaped to resemble an apple and coated with green colouring. Some of colouring came off after being washed. Not knowing what kind of colouring they use, we didn't dare to eat it even the colour only socked through the outer layer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/RwYXgPp-86I/AAAAAAAAACs/qktXR3_TikE/s1600-h/DSC00096a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/RwYXgPp-86I/AAAAAAAAACs/qktXR3_TikE/s400/DSC00096a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117803869279024034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My brother (who didn't go to the pasar malam with me) told me that he saw this article on a local Chinese newspaper and apparently knew about this trick. He also indicated that these conman has been setting up stalls along highway, targeting at tourists.&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/_zGxLyv7aQxo/RwYXk_p-87I/AAAAAAAAAC0/jTKh91Nk40Y/s1600-h/DSC00097a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/RwYXk_p-87I/AAAAAAAAAC0/jTKh91Nk40Y/s400/DSC00097a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117803950883402674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hope this message can reach as many people as possible, money is not a big issue here but what if the colouring is poisonous? Especially with so many contaminated foods sold around Asia recently , I think we, as a consumer should be doubly beware on what we buy, let alone eat!!! Spread the message across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waduhhh.. ini macam pun ada kah??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-4590078878846299138?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/4590078878846299138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=4590078878846299138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/4590078878846299138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/4590078878846299138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/10/apple-guava-beware.html' title='Apple-Guava : BEWARE'/><author><name>Hness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/RwYXKvp-85I/AAAAAAAAACk/M92wuHecldQ/s72-c/DSC00095a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244484096840935898.post-7778718830823915721</id><published>2007-10-05T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T18:58:45.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>Beauty of math</title><content type='html'>People say, if you love science, you would love math too. but in my case, that's absolutely not true. I really love science subject, but i never really liked math, in fact it was one of the subjects that i considered as the most boring and most of the time, i would "read" my math books instead of doing exercises. I still remember when i was in a university, there was this one math subject(compulsary) tht i hd never studied and three days before the exam, i went through my math book like it was a history book. i knw how sucks i was at math, and how lazy i was to do revisions, that's why in order not to ruin my CGPA, i wud pay attention during lectures. well, most of the students in my class  they got A, mine was B+ or B-. I cant remember.  wat to do.. wanna exchange ya brain?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received this fwd email below frm Ella... yeah i do agree, math is very.. very.. errrr.. hummhh.. veryyy.. ok, skip!&lt;br /&gt;===================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If we live, we live to the Lord; and if we die, we die to the Lord. So, whether we live or die, we   belong to the Lord.”- Romans 14:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is brilliant.  Excellent.  God is great.  Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Beauty of Math!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1 x 8 + 1 = 9&lt;br /&gt; 12 x 8 + 2 = 98&lt;br /&gt; 123 x 8 + 3 = 987&lt;br /&gt; 1234 x 8 + 4 = 9876&lt;br /&gt; 12345 x 8 + 5 = 98765&lt;br /&gt; 123456 x 8 + 6 = 987654&lt;br /&gt; 1234567 x 8 + 7 = 9876543&lt;br /&gt; 12345678 x 8 + 8 = 98765432&lt;br /&gt; 123456789 x 8 + 9 = 987654321&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1 x 9 + 2 = 11&lt;br /&gt; 12 x 9 + 3 = 111&lt;br /&gt; 123 x 9 + 4 = 1111&lt;br /&gt; 1234 x 9 + 5 = 11111&lt;br /&gt; 12345 x 9 + 6 = 111111&lt;br /&gt; 123456 x 9 + 7 = 1111111&lt;br /&gt; 1234567 x 9 + 8 = 11111111&lt;br /&gt; 12345678 x 9 + 9 = 111111111&lt;br /&gt; 123456789 x 9 +10= 1111111111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 x 9 + 7 = 88&lt;br /&gt; 98 x 9 + 6 = 888&lt;br /&gt; 987 x 9 + 5 = 8888&lt;br /&gt; 9876 x 9 + 4 = 88888&lt;br /&gt; 98765 x 9 + 3 = 888888&lt;br /&gt; 987654 x 9 + 2 = 8888888&lt;br /&gt; 9876543 x 9 + 1 = 88888888&lt;br /&gt; 98765432 x 9 + 0 = 888888888&lt;br /&gt; 987654321 x 9 - 1 = 8888888888&lt;br /&gt; 9876543210 x 9 - 2 = 88888888888&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Brilliant, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And look at this symmetry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1 x 1 = 1&lt;br /&gt; 11 x 11 = 121&lt;br /&gt; 111 x 111 = 12321&lt;br /&gt; 1111 x 1111 = 1234321&lt;br /&gt; 11111 x 11111 = 123454321&lt;br /&gt; 111111 x 111111 = 12345654321&lt;br /&gt; 1111111 x 1111111 = 1234567654321&lt;br /&gt; 11111111 x 11111111 = 123456787654321&lt;br /&gt; 111111111 x 111111111=12345678987654321&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now, take a look at this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 101%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From a strictly mathematical viewpoint:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What Equals 100%? What does it mean to give MORE than 100%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than&lt;br /&gt; 100%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We have all been in situations where someone wants you to GIVE&lt;br /&gt; OVER 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How about ACHIEVING 101%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What equals 100% in life?&lt;br /&gt; |&lt;br /&gt; |&lt;br /&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here's a little mathematical formula that might help answer&lt;br /&gt;these questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Is represented as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24&lt;br /&gt; 25 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; H-A-R-D-W-O-R- K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; THEN, look how far the love of God will take you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; L-O-V-E-O-F-G-O-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 12+15+22+5+15+6+7+15+4 = 101%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Therefore, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; While Hard Work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; will get you there, It's the Love of God that will put you over the&lt;br /&gt; top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed sabbath :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-7778718830823915721?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/7778718830823915721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=7778718830823915721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/7778718830823915721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/7778718830823915721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/10/beauty-of-math.html' title='Beauty of math'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-4221387307636470584</id><published>2007-10-04T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T00:20:52.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myVideo'/><title type='text'>Youth Alive Video Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="177" height="145" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8b83060b448db59b" 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://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8b83060b448db59b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331899955%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1864C8000FAC2DEB9C7CD9D312DB23837E7A3219.5C7F6BA4376A295638BA22532AC4E09607E59015%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8b83060b448db59b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJajEkqSs4EUXNEB2Yy2Wfq5JuaA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="177" height="145" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8b83060b448db59b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331899955%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1864C8000FAC2DEB9C7CD9D312DB23837E7A3219.5C7F6BA4376A295638BA22532AC4E09607E59015%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8b83060b448db59b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJajEkqSs4EUXNEB2Yy2Wfq5JuaA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagu kegemaran PJ youth ka ni haha.. "Nuah minomonsoi kapal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="179" height="148" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9ff865e4d11acebb" 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://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ff865e4d11acebb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331899955%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33F4E4DC33C49299CD8F7AF01AE4A024D8FAD029.5D9D72E188FCC30C638856A1A5754163684787ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ff865e4d11acebb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWq0JfaTUum28-PukUro34LzWdDY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="179" height="148" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ff865e4d11acebb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331899955%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33F4E4DC33C49299CD8F7AF01AE4A024D8FAD029.5D9D72E188FCC30C638856A1A5754163684787ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ff865e4d11acebb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWq0JfaTUum28-PukUro34LzWdDY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJ AY's choir. song : "At Calvary". waduii oruhai noh amu korikot akaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="177" height="147" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-15df41fdce7d64ad" 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://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D15df41fdce7d64ad%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331899955%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D86520CC61DEBB54B9FD56D5AA0D098A9B10F6BFE.62AFAD96BDEF3DDDF65EB4CB7FDEB17E5C61D336%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D15df41fdce7d64ad%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzHWzhhhKgQVyTNJXpZw0fMuVxTw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="177" height="147" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D15df41fdce7d64ad%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331899955%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D86520CC61DEBB54B9FD56D5AA0D098A9B10F6BFE.62AFAD96BDEF3DDDF65EB4CB7FDEB17E5C61D336%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D15df41fdce7d64ad%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzHWzhhhKgQVyTNJXpZw0fMuVxTw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJAY's choir. Song: "as I went down to the river".  actually, i dont remember the real title hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="184" height="153" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5866f8224621bd6" 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" 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videos uploaded under "myvideo". yeah i know.. the quality sucks.. but that's what u get with low quality 3gp format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao amigos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-4221387307636470584?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=15df41fdce7d64ad&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5866f8224621bd6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8b83060b448db59b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9ff865e4d11acebb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/4221387307636470584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=4221387307636470584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/4221387307636470584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/4221387307636470584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/10/youth-alive-video-part-ii.html' title='Youth Alive Video Part II'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-5812445539789739089</id><published>2007-10-04T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T22:16:33.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myVideo'/><title type='text'>PJ Children's Choir</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aa8906351599a706" 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" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daa8906351599a706%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331899955%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4FC0328D355980FC55A180113F03AA1B77063AC5.442E9664C780C37D556B2316BB541B1D62A66488%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa8906351599a706%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPHxwSZ0gVKLBfge_CglR6a1fvKY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJ Adventist Church Children's choir. i was really amazed with these young kids. they sang 10 songs  continuously without music sheets! the original file size is 39.7MB running 2.02 mins. I managed to reduce it until 6.54MB, of course by sacrificing the quality. one more thing.. sia tdk pandai ambil video! waduhh ngapain goyang jah, ishh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-5812445539789739089?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=aa8906351599a706&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/5812445539789739089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=5812445539789739089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/5812445539789739089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/5812445539789739089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/10/pj-childrens-choir.html' title='PJ Children&apos;s Choir'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-1413802942008954221</id><published>2007-10-04T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T17:34:46.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking a break</title><content type='html'>im taking a break blogging. am not feeling well and just busy in the office. i took mc last monday but apparently the 1 day off was not enough for me to fully recover. anyway, chow for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-1413802942008954221?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/1413802942008954221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=1413802942008954221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/1413802942008954221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/1413802942008954221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/10/taking-break.html' title='taking a break'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-8851311659781719194</id><published>2007-09-27T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T00:13:33.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myVideo'/><title type='text'>Youth Alive Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You need to download/install the adobe flash plugin to watch the videos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="162" height="149" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b3f76d2d94ad700" 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://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0b3f76d2d94ad700%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331899955%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77617D0DEBFF80BF59B2D11CF7FA261680E78C30.3728F1FEFD1DAC06440D272953503BD13AE1DB41%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db3f76d2d94ad700%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx5TeXxZSC_5O0bS3re_cSU7zRxs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="162" height="149" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0b3f76d2d94ad700%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331899955%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77617D0DEBFF80BF59B2D11CF7FA261680E78C30.3728F1FEFD1DAC06440D272953503BD13AE1DB41%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db3f76d2d94ad700%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx5TeXxZSC_5O0bS3re_cSU7zRxs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; - Love lifted me with action " foward, backward, to the left, to the right.. love lifted me.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="162" height="157" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-22549f20a9be7835" 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://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D22549f20a9be7835%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331899955%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A1CB632237943F3B2533ADB35567F563DDBC7D7.394F905BCF35C111FE8DF480CC8F191CA3CA807B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D22549f20a9be7835%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dw2NpLQ1BFSCambeWgukpAH9aQd0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="162" height="157" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D22549f20a9be7835%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331899955%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A1CB632237943F3B2533ADB35567F563DDBC7D7.394F905BCF35C111FE8DF480CC8F191CA3CA807B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D22549f20a9be7835%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dw2NpLQ1BFSCambeWgukpAH9aQd0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Mr.Victor - the speaker. funny guy. we r so blessed to have him as one  of the youth alive speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="161" height="133" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-73f9610c5c2d6f70" 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://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D73f9610c5c2d6f70%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331899955%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80C0719E7DD9232E3341FC8EC67C0D02A227BE7D.54B68847F15B835AFEA52D353295DF207F413CA0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D73f9610c5c2d6f70%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBybqjwAGHR-1Sfk8ZSXbnjqtvMk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="161" height="133" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D73f9610c5c2d6f70%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331899955%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80C0719E7DD9232E3341FC8EC67C0D02A227BE7D.54B68847F15B835AFEA52D353295DF207F413CA0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D73f9610c5c2d6f70%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBybqjwAGHR-1Sfk8ZSXbnjqtvMk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; - do u trust your friend your friend to catch you when you fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the quality.. was taken by Ivan using his nokia hp. I copied all the videos from. Will try to upload when ive time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will upload a few other video files(around 60 files recorded) again soon. try to check again next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ivan for the videos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-8851311659781719194?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=22549f20a9be7835&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=73f9610c5c2d6f70&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b3f76d2d94ad700&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/8851311659781719194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=8851311659781719194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/8851311659781719194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/8851311659781719194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/youth-alive-video.html' title='Youth Alive Video'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-8842723358080281120</id><published>2007-09-27T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T12:09:25.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>Passing by part II</title><content type='html'>I heard yesterday, the lady that i was talking about in my previous post was transferred at different department(same workplace). I feel so relieved to hear that because i know her new department is much better and much friendlier than her previous department. I cant stand ppl bullying others. everybody is trying to be the boss here and im just so freaking tired with their attitudes, at certain point i feel like giving up my job here. there was this one time when i was alone in the office and i was sitting at our kerani's table. i was just about to go out to check on computers and was about to lock the office(nobody there) when i saw two other staffs were waving their hands to tell me to wait, the other guy said he wanted to return the laptop and the other one wanted to borrow it. i let him in and told him that i was in hurry and perhaps he could come back later to renew the laptop. he looked so unhappy, i just sat patiently at the kerani's table and trying to explain that i was about to check other computer since his matter was not so urgent, i told him to come back later. with a serious look he told me that he wanted it to be done as soon as possible(like he's da boss la cara ckp). to avoid further uneccesary arguments i just said ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on, i checked the laptop and told my colleague who incharge for for laptops to give it to the guy later when he come to pick it up then i went somewhere to attend another comp prob. I told her about the guy just in case he's giving another prob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a few hours to check on other computers and then went back to my office. my colleague told me that the previous guy was asking who i was while i was away.. im quite new there by the way. he thought i was a new clerk because i was sitting at my friend's place. when my frend told me that i was a new pen pegawai there he was surprised and said "oh",, my friend said mbe he treated me that way coz he thought i  was a kerani.. but that's not the main point rite. so i said to my fren. "oh jadi kalau bukan pegawai mcm tu lah cara dia bckp". i really dont like people who treat others just based on status or positions. if because the person has bad characters or attitudes than it would be understandable.. huhh dunia dunia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-8842723358080281120?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/8842723358080281120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=8842723358080281120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/8842723358080281120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/8842723358080281120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/passing-by-part-ii.html' title='Passing by part II'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-4885374118860955078</id><published>2007-09-25T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T00:04:17.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>passing by</title><content type='html'>I was on the way to go to the ladies room when i saw one of my colleagues walking towards the same direction, so i asked her where she's heading, and she told me that she was on the way to see the higher officer to apply for posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curious, i asked her why since i think our place now is quite convenient for her to come to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she paused for a few seconds, her expression telling me that i shudnt askd her abt it, i thought she wont answer my question and then with a slow and low voice she told me, she didnt askd for it but was askd to apply. just out of curiousity, i asked her why, and then she told me that 'they' dont like her, and also her boss doesnt like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit surprised, i askd if she knw the reason and she said, she was not really sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been there for just a month or a few weeks if im not mistaken and she's a quiet person. She's in late 30's i think and she's a bit shy, friendly but not really talkative unless you talk to her first.whenever i come to her place i saw her doing her works quietly and didnt really mix with the other staff in that department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive never heard her talking bad things or gossiping about the people around her.. i didnt really believe it at first when she told me that. well, i was not with her all the time so i cant really comment on this, but what i knw, she's sweet and a kind person. even before she came to work there, i alredi heard a few unkind remarks about her ,maybe they prefer someone who is 'noisy' and good at gossiping. I looked at her and I told her " dont be sad, im sure you are wanted and needed somewhere, if they dont like you, it's ok, im sure you too dont want to be around with people who dont like you ". well maybe it's hurt her pride for now and she may feel rejected, but in the long run, it's good for her. and again i said to her, " you dont want people who dont want you". umhh.. mbe not so true in christian's perspective hehe, but it's true, you cant force them to like you, and do you want to be around with ppl who dont like/want you ?. yeah i know what's in ur mind now, it's really hard to understand Jesus's love for us rite.. hmm i guess you have ur own standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" that person has pride,&lt;br /&gt;that person has a heart,&lt;br /&gt;and that person is just like you,&lt;br /&gt;treat him/her like the way you want ppl to treat you "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to remind myself everyday about these everytime i met annoying dingbats, but those who knw me very well knew tht i could be very rude and direct sometimes, not that im enjoying doing that, but if you cross the line then maybe i need to remind you that im not all the time 'the sweet hness' you know(sweet? ahakss ). wellllll.. it's not a threat, i think everybody basically have that attitude, dont u think? hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwya, i dunno what happened to her after that, and have no idea where she would be transferred but i want to wish her all the best and hopefully she would be transferred to a place where people would appreciate her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-4885374118860955078?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/4885374118860955078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=4885374118860955078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/4885374118860955078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/4885374118860955078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-dont-want-people-who-doesnt-want.html' title='passing by'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-491333316540131752</id><published>2007-09-23T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T08:35:33.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>tiring weekend</title><content type='html'>my weekend activities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vesper as usual on friday nite until 10pm, the person who supposed to incharge for vesper cant make it so as usual i h ave to be inchargd for the devotion. i shared about "why so much suffering" taken from the book entitld "Your Bible and You" written by Arthur S.Maxwell. If God is good, if He is love, why there is so much suffering in the world. people may have asked this for thousands of years and will go on asking it till the end of time. Probably no completely satisfying answer will be available until God makes all things plain in His kingdom, but the Bible offers several helpful suggestions, but knowing that God never leave us alone is a great comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabbath morning, i was soooooo sleepy. i get up early around 7:30am, church service at 10am but i only reachd there at 10.30am, sabbath school was conducted by clifford since my brain was on the 'idle' mood. during divine service, i was still sleepy, but i have to go up to the pulpit doing pastoral prayer. lucky i didnt fall asleep, the sermon was very interesting by bro.allan, it's about heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went out for lunch with lorna and da geng. another chicken rice in my menu, errkk.. around 2:30pm we had our stewardship seminar by uncle alex, about tithe and offering. very informative. well i was still sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 5:00pm, i went home, mandi and then went out to buy some food for Harkim's birthday. we left around 8pm from church and went to Harkim's place at times square hotel. he's staying there for awhile until end of this month so we have the opportunity to look around, it was a nice hotel room and expensive i think haha.. around 20 of us there and we enjoyed our time together. we forgot to bring a lighter haha, so kasian, tada tiup lilin lohh.. no time to go and buy coz it was alredi late, but still we did really enjoyd his birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home at 12 midnite. and then this sunday morning have to get up early again at 7:40am to for charobix(ive just found out the correct spelling, it's not cherobics as in my previous post, it's stand for "community health aerobics"). Pr.mathew even joind us this time haha.. it was fun and we managed to finish the 4th set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 10am we finished our charobix, took photos with Rose(Rosalinda) who will be going back to her country(El-savador) tomorrow. she's currently waiting for her working permit to be approved, so that she can work here in Malaysia. let's just pray for her. God willing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we went out for lunch with polo n da geng, lola and Dev at PJ old town, hmm another chicken rice. went home to take bath and around 12:30 in the afternoon, went to KL church at cheras for pathfinder's day activities. i was quite tired and just thinking of going back home and sleep. finished around 6:25pm. uncle allan asked to join them for dinner since it would be Rose's last day in Malaysia coz not sure whether her application will be accepted. we hd our dinner at restoran Davis, Bangsar. the tandoori chicken was very tempting so i orderd one though i m really trying hard not to.. huarghh im slepi alredi. we chatted with Rose for awhile, took a few photos and asked her to teach us a few spanish words. Esa Mujer esta loca muahahaha (that woman is crazy)-i can only remmber dis one. a few other words but too bad, i hve a short-term memory. around 9:40 we went back and now at 10:44pm im still awake typing thsi .. ok im reali reali mengantuk alredi. Have a great week people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-491333316540131752?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/491333316540131752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=491333316540131752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/491333316540131752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/491333316540131752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/tiring-weekend.html' title='tiring weekend'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-2292227406308007247</id><published>2007-09-21T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T10:43:55.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment</title><content type='html'>Ive just realisd yesterday that my blog does not allowed ppl to comment unless you have your own google account. I didnt notice it was a default value.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-2292227406308007247?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/2292227406308007247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=2292227406308007247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/2292227406308007247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/2292227406308007247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/comment.html' title='Comment'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-6215894835459041604</id><published>2007-09-20T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T14:24:15.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Life itself isnt hard</title><content type='html'>Life itself isn't hard but the lives we create for ourselves are. Remember that the next time you make a decision that will alter something you are used to. Don't take what you have created for granted, because the next thing you know, it'll crumble to pieces...... right before your eyes, and there won't be a thing you can do to stop it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that happens in your life, whether you knew about it or not, was predetermined by a choice you made earlier on. We start our life on this one road, the main road, and at the very beginning we make a decision. Some go to the left, some go to the right. Others just keep going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every person goes in a different direction. Paths collide, and paths split. And there comes a time in everyone's journey, when you come to a fork in the road. Do you take the left, or the right? There is no straight forward. Which one do you choose? How do you know that the path you will end up choosing will take you to the right place?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose the road that will best lead you to your final destination. Don't take for granted the time you have as a youth to prepare yourself for the real world, because what you learn now about life, will help you when you meet reality for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Written in 2003 by Noel C., Age 14 --- Alabama&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this a while back when thinking about life in general. I've been having a rough time lately, and came to the realization that life isn't all that bad. I mean, sure, it has it's up's and down's, but hey, you have to live life like there's no tomorrow. That's what keeps me going..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://www.motivateus.com/stories/life7.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-6215894835459041604?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/6215894835459041604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=6215894835459041604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/6215894835459041604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/6215894835459041604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-itself-isnt-hard.html' title='Life itself isnt hard'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-7062503022234909610</id><published>2007-09-18T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T08:37:42.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>Exam : undang2 kerajaan</title><content type='html'>I went to PICC, Putrajaya today. Got exam, abt undang2 kerajaan,ive applied for this exam(required) n ive no idea what's it's all about. I found out later that i need to read 3 books for this exam. so i went to midvalley last thursday(which s too late) to buy these books. but no time to read la, i only open the books last nite for 2 hours. well, i expected myself to do some readings last nite but maybe my brain was too "lazy" to process any educational related info, i endd up watching CSI new york, miami and vegas and also criminal minds until 12 midnite and then i went to sleep.. so basically everthing in my brain last nite was about CSI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a blank mind and i ws very calm(amazingly), i went to putrajya, brought the 3 heavy books in my beg. the girl sitting next to me askd me if i was nervous, and i said "ummh no, i will just do what i can do, i dont really expect anything frm this exam". i was not pretending, i was very very calm haha, all i wanted to do was be done with it, that's all. it was an open book exam(nway, i was in trouble during the exam coz i didnt knw which book to refer kahakah), we were required to answer 10 out of 14 questions, all essays(3 hours).. silly me, i didnt check the books earlier and ive just find out the books dont have any index(shortcut) at the back(congrats hness!). i did managed to answer 9 questions, i feel sorry for those who will check my paper, i dun evn understnad my own writings (??)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well considered i didnt read the books and with my writing skills.. hmm no comment hehe, though im stil hoping that i would pass this exam, after all it's only twice a year and the next exam would be next year.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral story, dont tiru me haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-7062503022234909610?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/7062503022234909610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=7062503022234909610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/7062503022234909610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/7062503022234909610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/exam-undang2-kerajaan.html' title='Exam : undang2 kerajaan'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-845998234404910444</id><published>2007-09-16T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T20:03:12.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>Love is blind and marriage restore its sight</title><content type='html'>Fwd email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Before and After Marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before marriage. . Darling here.. darling there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After marriage. Baling here... baling there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before marriage. . I die for you. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After marriage. "You die, up to you. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi lama married. . You die I help you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before marriage. .. You go anywhere. . I follow you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After marriage. . . You go anywhere. .. up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi lama married. . . You go anywhere better get lost!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before wedding..  you are my heart, you are my&lt;br /&gt;love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wedding.. "you get on my nerves. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before wedding, "you are sweet and kind just like&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wedding "you are worse than godzila"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before wedding.. Roses&lt;br /&gt;are red, violets are blue. Like it or not, I'm stuck with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wedding.. Roses are dead, I am&lt;br /&gt;blue. You get on my head, I will sue you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before wedding.. Every makan he brings you to&lt;br /&gt;Shangri-La&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wedding... You want to go, he says you wait-la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before wedding.. She looks like Anita Sarawak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wedding.. Don't know whether katak or biawak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before wedding.. Weekends at Cameron, Genting and Fraser's&lt;br /&gt;Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wedding.. Furthest you go is Maxwell&lt;br /&gt;Hill (Kopi sehaja)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before wedding.. He opens the car door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wedding.. He opens his mouth and snores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before wedding.. She / he was your ideal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wedding.. She / he becomes your ordeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.. i dont how true s this but i saw this quote on the internet a few days ago, it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Love is blind and marriage restore its sight :P"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-845998234404910444?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/845998234404910444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=845998234404910444' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/845998234404910444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/845998234404910444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/before-and-after-marriage.html' title='Love is blind and marriage restore its sight'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-193593440138192887</id><published>2007-09-16T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:16:21.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>Stay positive</title><content type='html'>Im not used with the word "failing" or "having bad news" continuously. But i did have these for the past few days.. day to day.. i received and facing this hard reality. It's easy to stay 'negative' rather than to stay 'positive' under these circumstances yet I refused to give in. Staying positive is the 'key' to move forward, if i give up, I wont go anywhere. RUnning is not exactly the best alternative either. because if i run, my problems will run with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always looking forward for a new week. It's like starting a new life again and it's really refreshing. I have enjoyed my weekend, unplanned late birthday party, swimming and sauna with my galfrens.. cherobics early sunday morning, wow i think im gonna start to love my life again. think positive, move forward everyday and trust in God!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great new week people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-193593440138192887?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/193593440138192887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=193593440138192887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/193593440138192887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/193593440138192887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/stay-positive.html' title='Stay positive'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-5723886391887610489</id><published>2007-09-15T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T01:25:57.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>Bad days</title><content type='html'>there are sooo many reasons why i should be discouraged and sad .. but I choose to smile and to be happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-5723886391887610489?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/5723886391887610489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=5723886391887610489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/5723886391887610489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/5723886391887610489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/moment.html' title='Bad days'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-8091146456164632496</id><published>2007-09-14T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T19:24:29.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the way to go to work this morning, I was listening to the radio and the DJs were discussing about the word "Thank you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It reminded me of a lady who I approached to ask for a direction at KLIA airport a few years ago. I believe she was a hotel executive or something. I didnt remember exactly what Ive asked her, and then in the end I said "Thank you".. She looked amazed, I was just leaving when she said to me that it's so good to hear the word"Thank you", and felt relieved people could still remember to say this word. She told me that she had met many people there everyday and everytime people approached her asking for something, they would never say "Thank you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's not that she was expecting people to appreciate her but come on, it's just the right word or right thing to do. It wont degrade you to say this word, yet many people think it's not important. Even worse, some people would think or said this way " It's his/her job to do that, why would I have to say thank you, im paying for it you know".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well hmm.. it's just my habit to say "Thank you" when people doing something in my favor. Learn to appreciate people, no matter who they are. It wont take you more than a minute to say it, yet it makes a difference in someone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's not forget to say "Thank you". Even better, if you say and mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are three things in life you cannot recover..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The word after it's said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The occasion after the loss,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the time after it's gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6244484096840935898-8091146456164632496?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/8091146456164632496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=8091146456164632496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/8091146456164632496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/8091146456164632496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-314115553956576806</id><published>2007-09-13T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T15:54:29.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banned Clips'/><title type='text'>Banned - 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We all have routines. Get up in the morning, turn on the news, read the newspaper, and then start the rest of the day. It would be wonderful if the morning information had a lot of good news, something that left us with good and hopeful feelings as we venture out into our day, but I can't say that I see it often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been said that you are what you think about. If the morning messages are more negative than positive, I pose the question: what are you thinking about - something positive - possibilities that they can bring? Or are you thinking of something negative? How do you think it impacts your day and the people you have interactions with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does come down to conscious and unconscious choices. If negativity is swirling in your mind first thing in the morning, I suggest that you be aware of how you come across to others as you go through your day. Do people think you have a bad attitude, see you as cranky, depressed, irritable, not too easy to be around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, why not try something new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not decide to read or listen to positive messages each morning before your day begins? What could happen to your attitude if you bombarded your mind with possibilities of wonder, courage, kindness, and love in your heart for the world? I suspect others would find that you were easier to be with, that they would notice a change - though they might not be able to put their finger on it, they would notice the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each morning I come and sit for at least 15 minutes reading the quotation sections. I know first hand the impact this ritual has on my day. The power of reprogramming my mind to move past the negative ( I can't change what has happened anyway ) and to focus on the positive has been so helpful for me. I suggest it may be helpful for you too. Why not try it? You have nothing to lose except some negativity and every bit helps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful week ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marlene&lt;br /&gt;source: http://www.motivateus.com/stories/howto.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-2941365676938789518?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/2941365676938789518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=2941365676938789518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/2941365676938789518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/2941365676938789518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-to-help-yourself-and-others.html' title='How To Help Yourself and Others'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-2365460190999832017</id><published>2007-09-13T04:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T09:58:09.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Pennies</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Several years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were invited to spend the weekend at the husband's employer's home. My friend, Arlene, was nervous about the weekend. The boss was very wealthy, with a fine home on the waterway, and cars costing more than her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day and evening went well, and Arlene was delighted to have this rare glimpse into how the very wealthy live. The husband's employer was quite generous as a host, and took them to the finest restaurants. Arlene knew she would never have the opportunity to indulge in this kind of extravagance again, so was enjoying herself immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the three of them were about to enter an exclusive restaurant that evening, the boss was walking slightly ahead of Arlene and her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped suddenly, looking down on the pavement for a long, silent moment. Arlene wondered if she was supposed to pass him. There was nothing on the ground except a single darkened penny that someone had dropped, and a few cigarette butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still silent, the man reached down and picked up the penny. He held it up and smiled, then put it in his pocket as if he had found a great treasure. How absurd! What need did this man have for a single penny? Why would he even take the time to stop and pick it up? Throughout dinner, the entire scene nagged at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she could stand it no longer. She causally mentioned that her daughter once had a coin collection, and asked if the penny he had found had been of some value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile crept across the man's face as he reached into his pocket for the penny and held it out for her to see. She had seen many pennies before! What was the point of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at it." He said. "Read what it says."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She read the words "United States of America."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, not that; read further."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One cent?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, keep reading."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In God we Trust?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And if I trust in God, the name of God is holy, even on a coin. Whenever I find a coin I see that inscription. It is written on every single United States coin, but we never seem to notice it! God drops a message right in front of me telling me to trust Him? Who am I to pass it by? When I see a coin, I pray, I stop to see if my trust IS in God at that moment. I pick the coin up as a response to God; that I do trust in Him. For a short time, at least, I cherish it as if it were gold. I think it is God's way of starting a conversation with me. Lucky for me, God is patient and pennies are plentiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was out shopping today, I found a penny on the sidewalk. I stopped and picked it up, and realized that I had been worrying and fretting in my mind about things I cannot change. I read the words, "In God We Trust," and had to laugh. Yes, God, I get the message. It seems that I have been finding an inordinate number of pennies in the last few months, but then, pennies are plentiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, God is patient... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source:http://www.motivateus.com/stories/penny.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-2365460190999832017?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/2365460190999832017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=2365460190999832017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/2365460190999832017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/2365460190999832017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/pennies.html' title='Pennies'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-2271343355373794377</id><published>2007-09-13T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T09:51:14.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Holes In My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I sat in awe not so long ago&lt;br /&gt;Watching the beauty of a sunset.&lt;br /&gt;Marking the passing of one more day&lt;br /&gt;A reminder to me of all my regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked inside my chest&lt;br /&gt;And saw the many holes in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Reminders of the friends&lt;br /&gt;With whom I have grown apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness overflows my soul&lt;br /&gt;And tears drenched each eye&lt;br /&gt;For I did not realize&lt;br /&gt;How quickly the time went by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all that is left&lt;br /&gt;Is an ache that hurts so much&lt;br /&gt;It is a dark emptiness&lt;br /&gt;That is felt but no one can touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Father in Heaven above&lt;br /&gt;Looks down and smiles&lt;br /&gt;He sees my pain&lt;br /&gt;And understands my trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brings me to a wondrous place&lt;br /&gt;And shows me a door&lt;br /&gt;Behind which He says&lt;br /&gt;All my holes He does store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask Him may I look&lt;br /&gt;He nods and smiles with glee&lt;br /&gt;I push open the gate&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe what I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gaze on in wonder&lt;br /&gt;Confused and no words can I say&lt;br /&gt;For held in this room&lt;br /&gt;Are the sunsets of each passing day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;b&gt;Copyright © 2003 Todd Wielgos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ARIAL;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;Inspired by a friend who was grieiving over lost friendships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ARIAL;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;Source: http://www.motivateus.com/stories/holes.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-2271343355373794377?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244484096840935898.post-3228693599677391089</id><published>2007-09-13T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T02:17:38.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Why Did the Chicken Cross The Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/RugtJIqSaqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pt_MXOVjBjc/s1600-h/Crash.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/RugtJIqSaqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pt_MXOVjBjc/s200/Crash.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109383412218751650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why did the chicken cross the  road? To get to the other side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So Really... Just Why Did the Chicken Cross  The Road?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Answers to why the chicken crossed the road from  some &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;famous people&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KINDERGARTEN TEACHER: To get to the  other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAT BUCHANAN: To steal a job from a decent,  hardworking&lt;br /&gt;American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUIS FARRAKHAN: The road, you will see,  represents the black man. The chicken crossed the "black man" in order to  trample him and keep him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES: I have just released the  new Chicken 2000, which will both cross roads AND balance your checkbook,  though when it divides 3 by 2 it gets 1.4999999999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RONALD REAGAN: I  don't recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOSES: And God came down from the heavens, and He said unto  the chicken, "Thou shalt cross the road." And the Chicken crossed  the road, and there was much rejoicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREUD: The fact that you  thought that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual  insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.A. POLICE DEPARTMENT: Give me ten minutes with the chicken  and I'll find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD M. NIXON: The chicken did not cross the  road. I repeat, the chicken did not cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SADDAM HUSSEIN:  This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite justified in  dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SADDAM HUSSEIN #2: It is the Mother  of all Chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. SEUSS: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross  it with a toad? Yes! The chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed  it, I've not been told!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUDDHA: If you ask this question, you deny  your own chicken nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.: I envision a world  where all chickens&lt;br /&gt;will be free to cross roads without having their motives  called&lt;br /&gt;into question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERRY SEINFELD: Why does anyone cross a road? I  mean, why doesn't anyone ever think to ask, "What the heck was this  chicken doing walking around all over the place anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE POPE:  That is only for God to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRANDPA: In my day, we didn't ask why the  chicken crossed the road. Someone told us that the chicken had crossed the  road, and that was good enough for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARTH VADER: It can cross, but  it cannot escape its DESTINY. Join me on the dark side of the road! Do not  underestimate the power of the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL CLINTON: Now, I will  admit that while I was governor of Arkansas, I saw a lot of chickens.  However, I do not know this chicken. This chicken is simply trying to gain  some attention in professing to have crossed this road. This presidency will  not be respond to, nor be affected by, any of the lies that this  chicken concocts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL CLINTON #2: I have no recollection of exposing  myself to this chicken, although it may be a possibility inasmuch as  I regularly adjust, lower or remove my pants in the course of normal  grooming or hygienic routine, and this chicken may have been inadvertently  included on one such occasion. I do, however, deny that I then directed this  chicken to perform anything that&lt;br /&gt;would fall outside her normal duties and  shake her so much as to compel her to cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN F. KENNEDY:  Ask not what road this chicken crossed. Ask what road you can cross for that  chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEYORE: Doesn't matter. Probably will get run over anyway.  Just like a chicken. Fal-de-ral and merriment. I'm going to eat  my thistles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSS PEROT: Now I'm glad you asked that question. Take a  look at this graph, you see? Here's some of our American chickens.  Over here we got some of them Japanese chickens. Now are you listening to  me? It's just as plain as the nose on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID LETTERMAN: Ahhh,  yes, chickens. Ha HA! How 'bout THAT, there Paul? You ever eat any chickens?  Yessirree. Ladies and gentlemen, I have in my hand tonight's top ten list. Ha  HA! The top ten reasons the New York chicken did NOT cross the  road. That's right. Did NOT cross the road. Ha HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAVIS AND  BUTTHEAD: Huh huh huh huh huh . . . . . you said 'road'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCIA CLARK:  Indeed, why DID the chicken cross the road? And then we may ask where was  this chicken the night of June 17? Does it know where the bloody glove was?  The LAPD seems to be interested in this chicken. I think you'll find this  chicken was a close confidante of OJ's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOX MULDER: You saw it cross  the road with your own eyes. How many more chickens have to cross the road  before you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLIVER STONE: The question is not, "Why did the  chicken cross the road? "Rather, it is, "Who was crossing the road at the  same time, whom we overlooked in our haste to observe the  chicken crossing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARWIN: Chickens, over great periods of time, have  been naturally selected in such a way that they are now  genetically dispositioned to cross roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MACHIAVELLI: The point is  that the chicken crossed the road. Who cares why? The end of crossing the  road justifies whatever motive there was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EINSTEIN: Whether the  chicken crossed the road or the road moved beneath the chicken depends upon  your frame of reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUDDHA: Asking this question denies your own  chicken nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RALPH WALDO EMERSON: The chicken did not cross the road;  it transcended it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die. In the  rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLATO: For the greater good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARISTOTLE: It is the nature of  chickens to cross roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KARL MARX: It was an historical  inevitability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIMOTHY LEARY: Because that's the only trip the  establishment would let it take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK NICHOLSON: 'cause it frigging  wanted to. That's the frigging reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK: To  boldly go where no chicken has gone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIPPOCRATES: Because of an  excess of phlegm in its pancreas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEDDY ROOSEVELT: Speak softly and carry  a big chicken across the&lt;br /&gt;road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTHUR ANDERSEN CONSULTANT:  Deregulation of the chicken's side of the road was threatening its dominant  market position. The chicken was faced with significant challenges to create  and develop the competencies required for the newly competitive market.  Andersen Consulting, in a partnering relationship with the client, helped the  chicken by rethinking its physical distribution strategy and implementation  processes. Using the Poultry Integration Model (PIM), Andersen helped the  chicken use its skills, methodologies, knowledge, capital and experiences  to align the chicken's people, processes and technology in support of its  overall strategy within a Program Management framework. Andersen Consulting  convened a diverse cross-spectrum of road analysts and best chickens along  with Anderson consultants with deep skills in the transportation industry to  engage in a two-day itinerary of meetings in order to leverage their  personal knowledge capital, both tacit and explicit, and to enable them  to Synergize with each other in order to achieve the implicit goals of  delivering and successfully architecting and implementing an enterprise-wide  value framework across the continuum of poultry cross-median processes. The  meeting was held in a park-like setting, enabling and creating an environment  which was strategically based, industry-focused, and built upon  a consistent, clear, and unified market message and aligned with the  chicken's mission, vision, and core values. This was conducive towards the  creation of a total business integration solution. Andersen Consulting helped  the chicken change to become more successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLONEL SANDERS: I  missed one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;THE CHICK-FIL-A COWS: We don't  know, but someone should eat that chikin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. have a good laugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-3228693599677391089?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/3228693599677391089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=3228693599677391089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/3228693599677391089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/3228693599677391089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-did-chicken-cross-road.html' title='Why Did the Chicken Cross The Road'/><author><name>Hness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/RugtJIqSaqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pt_MXOVjBjc/s72-c/Crash.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244484096840935898.post-3087822164857189826</id><published>2007-09-13T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T10:03:41.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IT info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>Internet Browser : Mozzila Firefox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got fed-up with the error messages I received everytime i run my MIE (Microsoft internet explorer). I did try to look up for the solutions but there are too many instructions so ive decided to change my Int browser. I installed Mozilla Firefox and amazingly it run faster and i dun receive any error message(so far) when im browsing the net. Well i didnt uninstalled my IE just in case i need it someday. u may want to try this browser, it so much faster than the MIE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Info:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mozilla's browser component, was designed to be cross-platform. It includes a popup blocker, tabbed browsing, a smarter search, hassle free downloading, and improved privacy and security. Mozzila Firefox allows you to browse the internet much faster and more efficiently than ever &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: arial; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: arial; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Features of Mozzila Firefox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right" width="1%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Browse with Tabs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's most innovative feature, switch between websites with ease instead of using multiple windows. Save some space in your taskbar and easily navigate between tabs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smarter search - Google Toolbar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enhanced search box suggests queries as you type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customize your Firefox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Install various extensions, add buttons or use new themes. 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font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Try This 4-Step Diet for Your Hair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;cite class="auth"&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/better-in-2007/spring-nutrition-guide/sng3/bio/joybauer"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 97, 158);"&gt;Joy Bauer, M.S., R.D., C.D.N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on Wed,  Feb 21, 2007, 9:26 am PST &lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Put your hair on a four-step diet and reap the benefits with stronger, more  lustrous locks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 1:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Eat plenty of iron-rich protein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Protein is necessary for all cell growth, including hair cells. And  the iron found within certain protein foods helps your red blood cells carry  oxygen to all cells in the body, including the hair follicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good  sources of iron-rich protein include clams, oysters, lean beef, turkey, duck,  lamb, chicken, pork, shrimp, and eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good sources of vegetarian iron-rich protein include tofu, soybeans, lentils,  beans, and black-eyed peas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 2:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Load up on Vitamin C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Vitamin C  improves the body's ability to absorb non-heme iron (also known as  vegetarian-based iron), so vegetarians should eat iron-rich vegetables and foods  rich in vitamin C at the same meal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good sources of Vitamin C include guava, peppers, oranges, grapefruit,  strawberries, pineapple, papayas, lemons, broccoli, kale, and Brussels  sprouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 3:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Be sure to get your Bs &lt;/strong&gt;(folate,  vitamin B-6, vitamin B-12)&lt;br /&gt;These vitamins are involved in the creation of red  blood cells, which carry oxygen and nutrients to all body cells, including those  of the scalp, follicles, and growing hair. Without enough B vitamins, the cells  will not thrive, causing shedding, slow growth, or weak hair that is prone to  breaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good sources of vitamin B-6 include fortified whole-grain breakfast cereals,  garbanzo beans, wild salmon, lean beef, pork tenderloin, chicken breast, white  potatoes (w/skin), bananas, and lentils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good sources of Vitamin B-12 include shellfish (clams, oysters, crab), wild  salmon, fortified whole-grain breakfast cereal, soy milk, trout, lean beef, and  low-fat cottage cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good sources of folate include fortified whole-grain breakfast cereals,  lentils, black-eyed peas, soybeans, oatmeal, turnip greens, spinach, green peas,  artichokes, okra, beets, parsnips, and broccoli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 4: Don't forget the Zinc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The mineral zinc is  involved in tissue growth and repair, including hair growth. It also helps keep  the oil glands around the hair follicles working properly. Low levels of zinc  can cause hair loss, slow growth, and dandruff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good sources of zinc include oysters, lean beef, crab, ostrich, pork  tenderloin, peanut butter, wheat germ, turkey, veal, pumpkin seeds, chicken, and  chickpeas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For more information on healthy eating, check out my new book: "Joy Bauer's  Food Cures" and my web site at &lt;a href="http://www.joybauernutrition.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 97, 158);"&gt;www.joybauernutrition.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Source: yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/6244484096840935898-1698212866188543163?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/1698212866188543163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=1698212866188543163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/1698212866188543163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/1698212866188543163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/4-step-diet-for-your-hair.html' title='4-Step Diet For Your Hair'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-7528211065145627648</id><published>2007-09-13T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T00:33:41.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>The benefits of Green Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="entry-header"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Repost:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The benefits of Green Tea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="entry-content"&gt; &lt;div class="entry-body"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Miracle of Green  Tea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="2" bgcolor="#cc0000" height="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.about.com/all/bullets/dot_clea.gif" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Better to be deprived of food for  three days, than tea for one." (Ancient Chinese Proverb)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Is any other food or drink reported to have as many health benefits as green  tea? The Chinese have known about the medicinal benefits of green tea since  ancient times, using it to treat everything from headaches to depression.  In  her book &lt;em&gt;Green Tea: The Natural Secret for a Healthier Life&lt;/em&gt;, Nadine  Taylor states that green tea has been used as a medicine in China for at least  4,000 years.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today, scientific research in both Asia and the west is providing hard  evidence for the health benefits long associated with drinking green tea. For  example, in 1994 the Journal of the National Cancer Institute published the  results of an epidemiological study indicating that drinking green tea reduced  the risk of esophageal cancer in Chinese men and women by nearly sixty percent.  University of Purdue researchers recently concluded that a compound in green tea  inhibits the growth of cancer cells. There is also research indicating that  drinking green tea lowers total cholesterol levels, as well as improving the  ratio of good (HDL) cholesterol to bad (LDL) cholesterol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To sum up, here are just a few medical conditions in which drinking green tea  is reputed to be helpful: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cancer  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;rheumatoid arthritis  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;high cholesterol levels  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cariovascular disease  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;infection  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;impaired immune function&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What  makes green tea so special? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Other  Benefits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;New evidence is emerging that green tea can even  help dieters.   In November, 1999, the &lt;em&gt;American&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Journal of Clinical  Nutrition &lt;/em&gt;published the results of a study at the University of Geneva in  Switzerland.  Researchers found that men who were given a combination of  caffeine and green tea extract burned more calories than those given only  caffeine or a placebo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Green tea can even help prevent tooth decay!  Just as its bacteria-destroying abilities can help prevent food poisoning, it  can also kill the bacteria that causes dental plaque. Meanwhile, skin  preparations containing green tea - from deodorants to creams - are starting to  appear on the market. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Harmful Effects? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;To date, the only negative side effect reported  from drinking green tea is insomnia due to the fact that it contains caffeine.    However, green tea contains less caffeine than coffee: there are approximately  thirty to sixty mg. of caffeine in six - eight ounces of tea, compared to over  one-hundred mg. in eight ounces of coffee.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Source : &lt;a href="http://chinesefood.about.com/library/weekly/aa011400a.htm"&gt;http://chinesefood.about.com/library/weekly/aa011400a.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;The secret of green tea lies in the fact it is  rich in catechin polyphenols, particularly epigallocatechin gallate (EGCG). EGCG  is a powerful anti-oxidant: besides inhibiting the growth of cancer cells, it  kills cancer cells without harming healthy tissue. It has also been effective in  lowering LDL cholesterol levels, and inhibiting the abnormal formation of blood  clots.  The latter takes on added importance when you consider that thrombosis  (the formation of abnormal blood clots) is the leading cause of heart attacks  and stroke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Links are being made between the effects of  drinking green tea and the "French Paradox." For years, researchers were puzzled  by the fact that, despite consuming a diet rich in fat, the French have a lower  incidence of heart disease than Americans. The answer was found to lie in red  wine, which contains resveratrol, a polyphenol that limits the negative effects  of smoking and a fatty diet.  In a 1997 study, researchers from the University  of Kansas determined that EGCG is twice as powerful as resveratrol, which may  explain why the rate of heart disease among Japanese men is quite low, even  though approximately seventy-five percent are smokers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Why don't other Chinese teas have similar  health-giving properties? Green, oolong, and black teas all come from the leaves  of the Camellia sinensis plant. What sets green tea apart is the way it is  processed.  Green tea leaves are steamed, which prevents the EGCG compound from  being oxidized. By contrast, black and oolong tea leaves are made from fermented  leaves, which results in the EGCG being converted into other compounds that are  not nearly as effective in preventing and fighting various diseases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/6244484096840935898-7528211065145627648?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/7528211065145627648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=7528211065145627648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/7528211065145627648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/7528211065145627648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/benefits-of-green-tea.html' title='The benefits of Green Tea'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-2155853135790482486</id><published>2007-09-13T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T00:29:44.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;            There are two days in every week about which we should not  worry.&lt;br /&gt;            Two days which should be kept free from fear and  apprehension.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;            One of these days is yesterday with its mistakes and cares,&lt;br /&gt;             Its faults and blunders, Its aches and pains.&lt;br /&gt;            Yesterday  has passed forever beyond our control.&lt;br /&gt;            All the money in the world  cannot bring back yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;            We cannot undo a single act we  performed.&lt;br /&gt;            We cannot erase a single word we said. Yesterday is  gone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;            The other day we should not worry about is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;             With its possible adversities, Its burdens,&lt;br /&gt;            Its large  promise and poor performance.&lt;br /&gt;            Tomorrow is also beyond our  immediate control.&lt;br /&gt;            Tomorrow's Sun will rise, either in splendor  or behind a mask of clouds,&lt;br /&gt;            but it will rise.&lt;br /&gt;             Until it does, we have no stake in tomorrow, for it is yet unborn.&lt;br /&gt;             This just leaves only one day . . . Today.&lt;br /&gt;            Any person can  fight the battles of just one day.&lt;br /&gt;            It is only when you and I add  the burdens of those two awful eternity's -&lt;br /&gt;            yesterday and  tomorrow that we break down.&lt;br /&gt;            It is not the experience of today  that drives people mad.&lt;br /&gt;            It is the remorse or bitterness for  something which happened yesterday&lt;br /&gt;            and the dread of what  tomorrow may bring.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;            Let us therefore live but one day at a time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;            ~ Author Unknown ~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-2155853135790482486?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/2155853135790482486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=2155853135790482486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/2155853135790482486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/2155853135790482486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/yesterday-today-tomorrow.html' title='Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-8108730192793651598</id><published>2007-09-13T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T00:27:56.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;courtesy of Mervyn Saunders (Reader's Digest, June 2007)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I awoke from a dream by shouting greetings to an old friend. Happily, my  wife's sleep appeared undisturbed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But as we went to bed the next night she asked, "Can you do me a favour? If  you see anyone you know in your dreams tonight, just wave."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-8108730192793651598?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/8108730192793651598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=8108730192793651598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/8108730192793651598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/8108730192793651598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-4428257337960751178</id><published>2007-09-12T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T02:22:12.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>Nasi goreng ayam Vs Chicken fried rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my confusion of languages got me into a trouble tonite when my frens and i went out for dinner at Nathan's corner somewhere OUG. Everytime we went out for lunch or dinner, i would usually order nasi goreng ayam. I was looking at the menu and i saw this "chicken fried rice" in the list, so i told the guy who took our order that i wantd ' nasi ayam goreng'. he looked so confused then i realized it was supposed to be nasi goreng ayam, not nasi ayam goreng, so i said " i want chicken fried rice" as in english. well, it's the same thing anyway rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then here come the food.. the guy said " ok ini chicken fried rice ".. Jess and I  has just started eating when he came to our table again with another plate and said, ini "nasi goreng ayam", Me: "?? who ordered this" i askd my frens, coz all of us got our foods alredi, and then the guy said "tadi order nasi goreng ayam kan"... waduhhh, my frens were looking at me, i could see their funny expressions, i knw they wer trying so hard not to laugh. to avoid any further arguments i just asked him to 'tapau' it. After he went to attend another table, we were laughing so hard.  Lorna and I was curious, so we checked the menu again and found out nasi goreng ayam and chicken fried rice s two different menus hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stephen said, next time never order food in two languages. b4 dat, I ordered "lemon ais teh" and then told him again that it's "ice lemon tea", TG, he gave me teh ais limau only haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to sit for Biro tatanegara exam next week, 4 thick books which ive just bought today , i hve 6 days to read these books.. well,, i have a feeling that im going to have a real trouble doing the essays hehe...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/RugKroqSanI/AAAAAAAAABc/cyjRm-dxUGc/s1600-h/Crash.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/RugKroqSanI/AAAAAAAAABc/cyjRm-dxUGc/s200/Crash.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109345522017266290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-4428257337960751178?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/4428257337960751178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=4428257337960751178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/4428257337960751178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/4428257337960751178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/nasi-goreng-ayam-vs-chicken-fried-rice.html' title='Nasi goreng ayam Vs Chicken fried rice'/><author><name>Hness</name><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/_zGxLyv7aQxo/RugKroqSanI/AAAAAAAAABc/cyjRm-dxUGc/s72-c/Crash.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244484096840935898.post-1666349306387391606</id><published>2007-09-11T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T00:21:59.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IT info'/><title type='text'>Search Song from Google</title><content type='html'>shortcut to find songs from google using google keyword:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?intitle:index.of &lt;em&gt;songtitle&lt;/em&gt;.mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replace "songtitle" with the title of the song tht you wantd to search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good lucky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-1666349306387391606?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/1666349306387391606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=1666349306387391606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/1666349306387391606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/1666349306387391606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/search-song-from-google.html' title='Search Song from Google'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-5903692848546799713</id><published>2007-09-11T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T00:34:38.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Trusting The Unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;June 2, 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are very near to greatness: one step and we are safe:can we not take the leap?" Ralph W. Emerson After ten years of working for a prestigious Wall Street bank and slamming into a glass ceiling, I vehemently said "Enough!" If I was going to have an inspiring, compelling life and go beyond a clock-punching, nine-to-five job, I knew I had to make the decision to create it and shift gears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began looking. I'd never let my deafness shortchange my dreams. I wasn't about to start now. I scanned through The New York Times in search of new opportunities. My eyes were drawn to an advertisement in the back. A financial giant was looking to hire more stockbrokers. I thought, I can do that! With great excitement, I called a few people and made an appointment to see a New York City branch vice president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of my appointment, I was terribly sick with a cold and 101° fever that threatened to keep me in bed. Yet, I knew I couldn't let this golden opportunity slip away, so I showed up for the interview and spoke with vice president for over three hours. I thought he was surely going to hire me on the spot. Instead, he instructed me to meet with twelve of his top stockbrokers for further interviews. I was floored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But., then maybe that's a good sign, I thought, trying to rationalize his decision.During the next five months, every one of the twelve professionals discouraged me from becoming a stockbroker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're better off in a safe 9-to-5 bank job," they proclaimed. "Eighty percent of newcomers fail within their first year," they added. "You have no investment experience.""You won't make it."&lt;br /&gt;The more attacked my dream, the more my stomach tightened. I could hardly breath. I realized then that I would have to "fake it to make it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final interview was scheduled on a cold, blustery January day on Fifth Avenue. Five minutes into the meeting, it was obvious the vice president didn't know what to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handed him a 25-page marketing report on how I would build my business. I hoped this would convince him that I was indeed the man for the job. But, it didn't. Noticeably uncomfortable, he nervously played with a paper clip and pretended to read my report. Apparently, he wasn't confident that I could perform the job. I felt a tremendous opportunity was about to slip through my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I looked at him straight in the eye and captured his attention."Sir," I said confidently. "If you don't hire me, you'll never know just how much I could've done for this firm." When I heard my own brazen words, I panicked. My God, I thought, what have I done? Can I really back that up?&lt;br /&gt;I nervously waited. The seconds seemed like minutes and the minutes, like hours.He finally spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, you've got the job!" he announced.I stood up and was about to leave when he added, "On one condition."My heart sank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First," he said, "you must first resign from the Bank of New York effective two weeks from today and enroll in our three-month training program. Then, you have to take the Series 7 stockbroker exam. And, you must pass it on the FIRST try." He drove home his final point, "If you fail even by one point - you're out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouth went dry. Inward, I shook uncontrollably. I choked at the prospect of taking a huge leap of faith into the unknown. I stood to lose everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, captivated by this ultimate risk taking opportunity and by a courage that I knew would forever change my future, I swallowed hard and spoke confidently, "I'll take it." Little did I know the impact of that split-second decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As instructed, I cut my lifeline to the Bank and leapt into unproven waters.After three months of training, it was time for me to take the three-hour exam. The test site was on Madison Avenue, a short distance from where I would be working, if I passed the test. I took the elevator to the seventh floor and signed in. From the reception area, I could see the test room through the glass partition. It was full of computers, all deliberately spaced in several rows. The room was sparsely furnished with the barest of essentials of scrap paper, several sharpened pencils and uncomfortable-looking chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exam proctors led me to my assigned computer. One of the most important tests of my life was about to begin. They gave me a signal to go ahead. I was extremely nervous but as the test progressed, I felt increasingly confident. Three hours passed by surprisingly fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for the final score - the computer would calculate it and flash it on the screen. I sat there sweating and staring at the computer that held the key to my future. I was positive someone could hear my heart beating. The screen blinked on and off with the message, "Your scores are being tabulated by the computer, please wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wait seemed like hours. The scores were finally displayed.I had passed! I let out an audible sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that day, I've never looked back. I exceeded not only my own expectations but also those of the manager who took a chance and hired me on that fateful day. Before being promoted himself, he was around long enough to witness my personal sales soar 1,700%, hand me several sales awards and see me on CNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was four years ago. I am now a inspirational speaker and author.All because I took a chance, instead of hiding safely behind my deafness.My experiences confirmed the truth of Thoreau's words when he said, "If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams and endeavors to live the life which he had imagined, he will meet success unexpected in common hours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what the power of making a split second decision did for me, a deaf stockbroker-turned motivational speaker/author!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Copyright © 1999 ---- Stephen J. Hopson --- Revised Edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.motivateus.com/stories/trusting.htm"&gt;http://www.motivateus.com/stories/trusting.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-5903692848546799713?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/5903692848546799713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=5903692848546799713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/5903692848546799713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/5903692848546799713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/trusting-unknown_11.html' title='Trusting The Unknown'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-1315755550654825880</id><published>2007-09-07T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T00:22:46.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Fwd funny pics..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/RuEL63GyloI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_MhDhBLZM2Q/s1600-h/pic26993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107376558267602562" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/RuEL63GyloI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_MhDhBLZM2Q/s200/pic26993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/RuEL6nGylmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Z9LBE2PxOHs/s1600-h/pic09208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107376553972635234" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/RuEL6nGylmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Z9LBE2PxOHs/s200/pic09208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/RuEL6nGylnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LNG_w7ZgBW4/s1600-h/pic11554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107376553972635250" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/RuEL6nGylnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LNG_w7ZgBW4/s200/pic11554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/RuEL63GylpI/AAAAAAAAABE/mutmsuCSj6o/s1600-h/pic31290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107376558267602578" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/RuEL63GylpI/AAAAAAAAABE/mutmsuCSj6o/s200/pic31290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/RuELS3GyllI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JclvUImrClU/s1600-h/image00114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107375871072835154" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/RuELS3GyllI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JclvUImrClU/s200/image00114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;akakaka.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-1315755550654825880?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/1315755550654825880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=1315755550654825880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/1315755550654825880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/1315755550654825880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/fwd-funny-pics.html' title='Fwd funny pics..'/><author><name>Hness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zGxLyv7aQxo/RuEL63GyloI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_MhDhBLZM2Q/s72-c/pic26993.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244484096840935898.post-8451592830902532576</id><published>2007-09-07T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T00:37:34.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My diary'/><title type='text'>The Rose</title><content type='html'>I love this song, well if you listen to the older version, you may find the melody quite boring.. but personally i think this song is beautiful and carry a profound message. Im sure, all of us have gone through painful experiences or difficulties in the past or maybe even now, umhh maybe not everybody. Some has given up love, some just waiting for miracle to happen.. and we may stop believing and trusting.. but still, love has the greatest impact in our lives no matter what situation we are in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this Hindu who saw a scorpion floundering around in the water. He decided to save it by stretching out his finger, but the scorpion stung him. The man still tried to get the scorpion out of the water, but the scorpion stung him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man nearby told him to stop saving the scorpion that kept stinging him.&lt;br /&gt;But the Hindu said: "It is the nature of the scorpion to sting. It is my nature to love. Why should I give up my nature to love just because it is the nature of the scorpion to sting?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't give up loving. Don't give up your goodness. Even if people around you sting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rose&lt;br /&gt;Song By Bette Medler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say love it is a river&lt;br /&gt;that drowns the tender reed&lt;br /&gt;Some say love it is a razer&lt;br /&gt;that leaves your soul to blead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say love it is a hunger&lt;br /&gt;an endless aching need&lt;br /&gt;I say love it is a flower&lt;br /&gt;and you it's only seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the heart afraid of breaking&lt;br /&gt;that never learns to dance&lt;br /&gt;It's the dream afraid of waking&lt;br /&gt;that never takes the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the one who won't be taken&lt;br /&gt;who cannot seem to give&lt;br /&gt;and the soul afraid of dying&lt;br /&gt;that never learns to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night has been too lonely&lt;br /&gt;and the road has been too long&lt;br /&gt;and you think that love is only&lt;br /&gt;for the lucky and the strong&lt;br /&gt;Just remember in the winter&lt;br /&gt;far beneath the bitter snows&lt;br /&gt;lies the seed&lt;br /&gt;that with the sun's love&lt;br /&gt;in the spring&lt;br /&gt;becomes the rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can download this song at &lt;a href="http://download.link2caro.com/index.php?dir=music/Westlife/&amp;expand=The%20Love%20Album"&gt;http://download.link2caro.com/index.php?dir=music/Westlife/&amp;amp;expand=The%20Love%20Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" I believe in the sun even though it is slow in rising. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe in you without realizing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe in rain though there are no clouds in the sky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe in truth even though people lie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe in peace though sometimes I am violent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe in God even though He is silent."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-8451592830902532576?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/8451592830902532576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=8451592830902532576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/8451592830902532576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/8451592830902532576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/rose.html' title='The Rose'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-4615486146968320749</id><published>2007-09-07T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T00:35:10.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Answered Prayer</title><content type='html'>A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at sea and only two of the men on it were able to swim to a small, desert like island. The two survivors, not knowing what else to do, agreed that they had no other recourse but to pray to God. However, to find out whose prayer was more powerful, they agreed to divide the territory between them and stay on opposite sides of the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing they prayed for was food. The next morning, the first man saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the land, and he was able to eat its fruit. The other man's parcel of land remained barren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week, the first man was lonely and he decided to pray for a wife. The next day, another ship was wrecked, and the only survivor was a woman who swam to his side of the land. On the other side of the island, there was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the first man prayed for a house, clothes, more food. The next day, like magic, all of these were given to him. However, the second man still had nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the first man prayed for a ship, so that he and his wife could leave the island. In the morning, he found a ship docked at his side of the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first man boarded the ship with his wife and decided to leave the second man on the island. He considered the other man unworthy to receive God's blessings, since none of his prayers had been answered. As the ship was about to leave, the first man heard a voice from heaven booming, "Why are you leaving your companion on the island?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My blessings are mine alone, since I was the one who prayed for them", the first man answered. "His prayers were all unanswered and so he does not deserve anything."&lt;br /&gt;"You are mistaken!" the voice rebuked him. "He had only one prayer, which I answered. If not for that, you would not have received any of my blessings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me", the first man asked the voice, "What did he pray for that I should owe him anything?"&lt;br /&gt;"He prayed that all your prayers be answered."&lt;br /&gt;For all we know, our blessings are not the fruits of our prayers alone, but those of another praying for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-4615486146968320749?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/4615486146968320749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=4615486146968320749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/4615486146968320749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/4615486146968320749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/answered-prayer.html' title='Answered Prayer'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-6316320925608255446</id><published>2007-09-07T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T00:24:10.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Wrong Email</title><content type='html'>An Illinois lady left the snow-filled streets of Chicago for a vacation in Florida. Her husband was on a business trip and was planning to meet her there the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she reached her hotel, she decided to send her husband a quick e-mail. Unable to find the scrap of paper on which she had written his email address, she did her best to type it in from memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, she missed one letter and her note was directed instead to an elderly widow, whose husband had passed away only the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the grieving widow checked her e-mail, she took one look at the monitor, let out a piercing scream and fell to the floor in a dead faint. At the sound, her family rushed into the room and saw this note on the screen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAREST HONEY: JUST GOT CHECKED IN. EVERYTHING PREPARED FOR YOUR ARRIVAL TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. SURE IS HOT DOWN HERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-6316320925608255446?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/6316320925608255446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=6316320925608255446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/6316320925608255446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/6316320925608255446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/wrong-email.html' title='Wrong Email'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-7837951278479010223</id><published>2007-09-07T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T00:25:13.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Mess in Court</title><content type='html'>Things people actually said in court, word for word:&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is your date of birth?&lt;br /&gt;A: July fifteenth.&lt;br /&gt;Q: What year?&lt;br /&gt;A: Every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?&lt;br /&gt;A: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: This myasthenia gravis-does it affect your memory at all?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Q: And in what ways does it affect your memory?&lt;br /&gt;A: I forget.&lt;br /&gt;Q: You forget. Can you give us an example of something that you've forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: All your responses must be oral, OK? What school did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;A: Oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How old is your son-the one living with you?&lt;br /&gt;A: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can't remember which.&lt;br /&gt;Q: How long has he lived with you?&lt;br /&gt;A: Forty-five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What was the first thing your husband said to you when he woke that morning?&lt;br /&gt;A: He said, "where am I Cathy?"&lt;br /&gt;Q: And why did that upset you?&lt;br /&gt;A: My name is Susan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: And where was the location of the accident?&lt;br /&gt;A: Approximately milepost 499.&lt;br /&gt;Q: And where is milepost 499?&lt;br /&gt;A: Probably between milepost 498 and 500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Sir, what is your IQ?&lt;br /&gt;A: Well I can see pretty well I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Did you blow your horn or anything?&lt;br /&gt;A: After the accident?&lt;br /&gt;Q: Before the accident.&lt;br /&gt;A: Sure, I played horn for ten years. I even went to school for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in the voodoo occult?&lt;br /&gt;A: We both do.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Voodoo?&lt;br /&gt;A: We do.&lt;br /&gt;Q: You do?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, voodoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Trooper, when you stopped the defendant, were your red and blue lights flashing?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Did the defendant say anything when she got out of her car?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes sir.&lt;br /&gt;Q: What did she say?&lt;br /&gt;A: What disco am I at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: The youngest son, the twenty-year old, how old is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Were you present when your picture was taken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Was it you or your younger brother who was killed in the war?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Did he kill you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How far apart were the vehicles at the time of the collision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: You were there until the time you left, is that true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many times have you committed suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Q: And what were you doing at that time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: She had three children, right?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many were boys?&lt;br /&gt;A: None.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Were there any girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: You say the stairs went down to the basement?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Q: And these stairs, do they go up also?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Mr. Slatery, you went on a rather elaborate honeymoon, didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;A: I went to Europe, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Q: And you took your new wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How was your first marriage terminated?&lt;br /&gt;A: By death.&lt;br /&gt;Q: And by whose death was it terminated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can you describe the individual?&lt;br /&gt;A: He was about medium height and had a beard.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Was this a male or a female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney?&lt;br /&gt;A: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Doctor, how many autopsies have you performed on dead people?&lt;br /&gt;A: All my autopsies are performed on dead people.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?&lt;br /&gt;A: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Q: And Mr. Dennington was dead at the time?&lt;br /&gt;A: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-7837951278479010223?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/7837951278479010223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=7837951278479010223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/7837951278479010223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/7837951278479010223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-people-actually-said-in-court.html' title='Mess in Court'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-2440579179255388168</id><published>2007-09-07T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T00:24:42.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Magic Lamp</title><content type='html'>There was a guy walking down the street in San Fransisco, and he tripped over an old looking oil lamp. He picked it up and hid it under his jacket, because he thought it was priceless. While he was running to the antique shop to cash this puppy in, it rubbed against his shirt. *POOF*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A genie popped out of his pocket!!! The very angry looking Genie said, ''Alright, I have had enough with this three wish stuff, and 'cuz you stole me away from my HBO Special, I will only give you one wish!'' The suprised man said, ''OK, I want to live in Hawaii in a huge condo on the beach with three million dollars in the master bedroom, but I am afraid of boats and planes so I want you to build a bridge from here to Hawaii.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The genie replied with a smirk, ''Are you crazy? Do you know how long that will take, with the pillars going down to the bottom of the ocean, all the cement it would take for the highway? No I'm sorry, it just can't happen.'' The man said, ''Fine then, I want to understand women.'' The genie said, '' Would you like two lanes or four?''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-2440579179255388168?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/2440579179255388168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=2440579179255388168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/2440579179255388168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/2440579179255388168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/magic-lamp.html' title='Magic Lamp'/><author><name>Hness</name><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-6244484096840935898.post-998083793072450710</id><published>2007-09-07T10:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T12:27:39.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Last Present</title><content type='html'>An old Italian Mafia Don is dying and he called his grandson to his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grandson I wanna you lisin to me. I want for you to take my chrome plated 38 revolver so you will always remember me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But grandpa I really don't like guns, how about you leaving me your Rolex watch instead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You lisina to me, and you lisin me good.. soma day you goin a be runna da bussiness, you goina have a beautiful wife, lotsa money, a big home and maybe a couple of bambino. Soma day you goina coma home and maybe finda you wife in bed with another man. What do you do than? Point to your watch and say TIMES UP?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6244484096840935898-998083793072450710?l=hshime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/feeds/998083793072450710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6244484096840935898&amp;postID=998083793072450710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/998083793072450710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6244484096840935898/posts/default/998083793072450710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshime.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-present.html' title='Last Present'/><author><name>Hness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
